A Heroic Spirit with bright orange hair and dressed in black stood in the center of the formation and slowly opened his blue eyes.

Dazai Osamu was a little surprised: "Chuuya?!"

What's going on? Why is it Nakahara Chuuya?!

Dazai Osamu frowned unconsciously when he recalled the information about the Heroic Spirits in the notebook.

Dazai Osamu suddenly felt a burning pain on the back of his hand. He took his hand out of his pocket, untied the bandage on his hand a little, and found three runes on the back of his hand.

Impossible, Disqualification from the Human World doesn't work? No, there is another possibility. Dazai Osamu took a deep look at the Heroic Spirit in front of him. This is not a supernatural power, but...

The orange-haired, blue-eyed heroic spirit opened his eyes, which were empty. He turned his neck stiffly, and his movements were as strange as a rusted machine. In the past, Dazai Osamu would have laughed loudly and without hesitation, but now, he just watched silently.

The Heroic Spirit stared at Dazai Osamu with empty eyes, his voice slightly hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time: "Nakahara Chuuya, obey the summons, the contract is established."

Dazai Osamu did not speak. The basement fell into silence. The wind stopped. Dazai Osamu played with his hair, which had just been blown a little messy. He laughed for a long time and put his hands in his windbreaker pockets. "Nakahara, Chuuya?"

It was as if the name had been chewed over in his mouth and spoken aloud in a strange, affected tone.

"I don't believe it." Dazai narrowed his eyes. "The person summoned by this strange magic circle, no, maybe, can't be called a human anymore, right?"

"This kind of existence cannot be Nakahara Chuuya."

The empty eyes of the Heroic Spirit and the scrutinizing eyes of Dazai Osamu met each other.

The basement was restored to peace.

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Wow.

Huang Jie read it in his heart.

As expected of you, Zaizhi, you are very sensitive. But you got one thing wrong, the summoning array is wrong in the first place, nothing will be summoned, you are overthinking it~

However, Tonosuke is indeed worthy of his reputation. Dazai Osamu, aren't you also eager to make a move and have false expectations?

Araki, who had been spying on the screen for a long time, took in all of Dazai Osamu's previous actions, and thought with some evil interest in his heart, do you want to make your wish come true? Sure~

Just a little bit of price to pay.

Araki, wearing the shell of a leader, decided to change the script that he had prepared at the beginning. As a first-class screenwriter, he must have the awareness to adjust the script anytime and anywhere.

If you want excitement, then just do it to the end.

This is also one of the few pleasures in the long time.

Kiyomi Arasuke blinked, and it was as if a machine was suddenly injected with a soul. A "human" light began to appear in his eyes. It was also as if he had just woken up from a big dream. He looked at Dazai Osamu with a slightly confused look on his face.

Dazai clenched his hands in his pockets.

“…Dazai?” The heroic spirit that shouldn’t exist in this world called out the name of the person in front of him in a strange, hesitant tone.

...It was as if the Dazai Osamu in front of him shouldn't appear in front of him.

Dazai Osamu smiled, looking at Kiyomi Arashi without any warmth in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

The Heroic Spirit returned to his original expressionless look. He landed on the ground, walked towards Dazai Osamu, tilted his head and stared at Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu did not step back, just stared at him.

They stared at each other for a while, and then the Heroic Spirit seemed to confirm something, and suddenly clenched his fist and swung it towards Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu took a step back to avoid it, but before he could say anything, the next punch hit him right in the face.

"hiss--"

Dazai Osamu took a deep breath. This punch was not light. He looked at the heroic spirit in front of him who seemed to have done nothing and said in a bad tone, "Although I want to embrace death, I also hate pain. May I ask what is your intention in suddenly attacking me?!"

The hero did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a while, then said in a slightly hoarse voice: "No."

"What?"

"There's no reason, it's just that the body moves first."

"It's instinct."

Dazai Osamu was surprised to see the righteousness in the expressionless face of the orange-haired heroic spirit.

What instinct? The instinct that's ingrained in me to beat me up?

The corners of Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched unconsciously.

Ah, it's a big trouble. It's definitely a big trouble. Dazai Osamu thought expressionlessly.

In his heart, Araki gave himself a thumbs up: Well done Araki! What a great instinct! It's engraved in your instinct! How touching!

Araki was moved by himself, so he decided to move himself even more.

"Dazai, how is life in hell?" The blue eyes of the hero were filled with human light again. He looked at Dazai Osamu and asked in a flat tone, as if asking what to eat for dinner today.

Dazai Osamu covered his beaten face and said, "Not bad, there are many beautiful women in hell~"

Araki adjusted the red scarf hanging around his neck and said, "If hell is so good, why do we want to come back to the human world?"

He didn't wait for Dazai to reply, and continued to speak: "Is it because of Oda Sakunosuke?"

Dazai Osamu looked at the heroic spirit in front of him with a dim and unclear look in his eyes. In terms of appearance and voice, he was almost identical to Nakahara Chuuya. The difference was in their temperament, a slightly lifeless tone and the tone of someone who had always been in a superior position, which made it easy to tell the difference between them at a glance.

"Chuuya," Dazai called out, "You seem to have misunderstood. You are the one who should be in hell now."

"Am I right? The leader of the Port Mafia, Chuuya Nakahara, who was already dead but was bound by a small summoning circle and had to wake up from his eternal slumber?"

"No, in fact, it's even more pitiful than that. Your consciousness is suppressed, and you act based on instinct and contracts. You are basically a beast that knows nothing."

…

Wow, you are awesome.

Araki thought in his heart with some surprise, he actually automatically added a character to me, what a nice person!

Such a good person must definitely fulfill his wishes!

The orange-haired heroic spirit didn't seem to hear what Dazai Osamu said, or maybe he didn't care at all. "Oda Sakunosuke came to ask me where you were buried after he knew you were dead."

He looked up at Dazai Osamu and finally made an expression, an expression that belonged to a superior and the one that Dazai Osamu hated the most - a false smile.

"I told him that Dazai Osamu had no grave and that I had scattered his ashes into the sea. He seemed a little disappointed."

"As you would expect, Oda Sakunosuke is still alive and has become a writer of some renown."

"Now you know what you want to know, so get out of my dream. It's so disgusting that I finally got some sleep and my dream still smelled like fish."

The Heroic Spirit had a disgusting expression, as if he was about to vomit in the next second.

Dazai Osamu untied all the bandages on his hands and turned the side with the runes to Kiyomi Arasuke: "Chuuya, it's not fun to deceive yourself. You know best whether it's a dream or not. You still remember the memory of death, right?"

"So, Chuuya, tell me, why did you become a Heroic Spirit?"

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