Chapter 136 Extra Chapter: A Visit to the Port Mafia (Complete): Where Did This Get Sent To?
Not only were the members of the Port Mafia completely stunned, but even the young Dazai, dressed as the leader, showed a hint of surprise.
Her beautiful, iris-like eyes darted around, scanning the group of people in the elevator, and she couldn't help but mutter something under her breath.
"From which world did this come?"
Among the crowd, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who cared deeply about Osamu Dazai, was arguably the most shocked.
"Two...Dazai-sans...?"
Ryunosuke Akutagawa's dark eyes trembled almost violently, incredulous at what he was seeing. "Why, why is there..."
He didn't even notice the subtle differences between the young Dazai and the adult Dazai.
"It's Akutagawa."
The young Dazai's voice was soft, and even his eyes, which were looking towards Akutagawa Ryunosuke, seemed darker, like mist floating in the middle of the night.
“I’m sorry, neither he nor I are your Mr. Dazai,” he said. “If you want to see your Mr. Dazai, you can try going to the [Who Survived] instance area, where he is helping out.”
"..." Chuuya Nakahara was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Wait, how many Dazai are there in this building??"
The cadre Dazai we just saw, there's a leader Dazai here, and then, in that [Who Survived] instance, there's another Dazai??
Is Dazai a creature that can self-reproduce?!
Nightmare, a nightmare a hundred times more terrifying than him and Dazai teaming up!
Noticing the shocked and disgusted expression on Chuuya's face, the young Dazai's smile widened. "Chuuya, what are you afraid of?"
He used a rare lighthearted tone, a mix of teasing and playfulness, "Ah, you really should be afraid. After all, every Dazai likes to treat Chuuya like a puppy. Come on, shake hands."
The moment the young Dazai actually opened his hand to him and even bent his five fingers, Chuuya Nakahara felt the veins in his temple throbbing.
No matter which Dazai it is, he's a 1000% bastard!
“Dazai-kun,” Mori Ougai finally spoke up, ignoring the stunned Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Nakahara Chuuya, who was grinding his teeth in anger but couldn’t reach him right now, “Just to satisfy my curiosity, why are you dressed like this?”
Upon hearing this, the smile on the young Dazai's lips turned slightly cold.
As expected, this is still the thing I care about most.
His iris-shaped eyes shifted slightly, almost instantly curving into a mocking arc. He even raised his chin slightly, glancing at Mori Ougai with a disdainful, sidelong look.
"What do you think is the reason, Dr. Mori?"
The young Dazai's voice was soft, even tinged with amusement, yet his aura was far more dangerous than that of the younger Dazai who had just expressed his dissatisfaction. "Of course, it's because this building belongs to me. Because it's my property, I can do whatever I want with it."
"I want to rename the Port Mafia to The House of the Dead, and it will become The House of the Dead."
"Ah, yes, yes,"
—At this point, he seemed to realize something, his iris-shaped eyes narrowing slightly with interest, “As for why I chose this name, it’s because I will usurp your throne in the future and give the Port Mafia to Fyodor.”
The young Dazai was spouting nonsense with a straight face, but everyone present was dumbfounded and even began to doubt their own ears.
Is this for real...? Where did this "Rats in the House of the Dead" Dazai come from!?
Having no way of knowing the truth, they had no room to refute it.
Standing obediently beside the young Dazai, Izumi Kyoka blinked her blue eyes, raised her head to look at him, but a hand pressed down on the top of her head, gently drawing her gaze back.
This might be a new script that Dazai-nii came up with... Izumi Kyoka thought to herself.
Compared to the well-received Izumi Kyoka, young Dazai's outburst directly caused the members of the Port Mafia to have their glasses shattered—if they were even wearing glasses.
Mori Ougai's facial expression was completely out of control, revealing a blank look as if he had been struck by a category 15 tornado, leaving behind a mess.
"It's okay if you don't believe me, let's go up further."
Raising his slender wrist, wrapped in bandages, the young Dazai pressed the button for a higher floor. "There, you will meet the true master of this building—the one to whom even we now willingly obey his commands, the one to whom the world proclaims the supreme title of 'Honor'."
"[The Grey Cardinal]".
—The elevator doors slowly closed as they were indifferently watched by those darker, almost all-consuming, lightless eyes.
It rose again.
Only then did the young Dazai, who had watched the group leave, let out a soft breath and looked down at Izumi Kyoka with a gentle smile.
"You're so good, little Jinghua. You didn't expose me just now."
He touched the cute little mirror flower again, making her slightly squint her blue eyes. From her expression, you could tell she was very happy to be praised by her older brother Dazai.
"But next time, let's not tell the players everything, okay?"
Young Dazai reiterated, "You can try taking a look at the taciturn attribute."
Izumi Kyoka looked up at him: "No mouth?"
"She's a girl who's expressionless, speaks little, and doesn't show any emotional fluctuations, but is actually very powerful and has a mysterious identity... Hmm, she's a good match for Xiaojinghua. I remember Odasaku and Verlaine both praised you for your strong killing ability. You can learn combat skills from them if you want."
"Well, Mom has to agree first..."
"Ah, that's true. I'll go ask Miss Ling later. But before that, we need to coordinate our statements with them first."
While waiting for the next wave of real players to arrive, the young Dazai took out his phone and made a call to Ye Yihe.
…………
"Dazai, what's wrong... What?! This... Ah, okay... Alright, I think I understand."
After finishing the call with the young Dazai, who spoke at lightning speed, Ye Yihe, who was standing at the elevator door waiting for the next wave of players, closed his phone.
“Iher?”
Seeing Fyodor looking at him with a questioning expression, Ye Yihe sighed and briefly explained the situation to him.
"Mori Ougai, the leader of the Port Mafia from some unknown world, came up in the elevator in ghost form with his original crew. Just now, the young Dazai tricked them by saying that this building was his pledge of allegiance to the House of the Dead after he usurped Mori Ougai's position, which terrified them."
These people are about to be sent here by the young Dazai, skipping Bram's [Eternal Castle] dungeon floor and Gogol's [Magic Clown] dungeon floor.
Fyodor: "..."
This explanation sounds rather funny no matter how you look at it.
“Then,” Fyodor asked him obediently, “should I excuse myself?”
In the original [Twin Priests] instance, he and Iher represent [Sin] and [Punishment] respectively. They introduce their backgrounds through dialogue and invite players to make a choice regarding their faction. Then, in an ancient and magnificent church as the stage, the truth of the events and the tasks to be completed will differ depending on the perspective of the priest the player follows.
Of course, the entire instance won't just consist of the two of them. Nowadays, the reputation of "The House of the Dead" is growing, and the number of job seekers applying for the position is also increasing, which is more than enough to help them create scares.
The same applies to the other copies.
However, this time it's not to welcome players, but to greet members of the port mafia from another world... The [Twin Priests] instance will be useless.
"Hmm...no need, on the contrary, I should avoid it."
Before the elevator arrived, Ye Yihe, holding Fedia's hand, secretly kissed him, revealing a mysterious and sly smile, "From now on, you are [the Grey Cardinal], my dear Fedia."
He's not good at intimidating others with his presence and words; that's a job for the professionals.
Instantly understanding what Ikh wanted to do, Fyodor's eyes also overflowed with an exceptionally indulgent smile.
“Okay,” he said.
"Let me grant your wish."
—Ding! The elevator has arrived, and the heavy doors slide open silently to both sides.
Wearing a black robe with gold patterns, Fyodor, the "Demon," suddenly appeared before the members of the Port Mafia, who were still struggling to adjust their mindset.
Hello everyone.
The "Demon"—no, the one known as the "Grey Cardinal," Fyodor Dostoevsky—slightly raised his eyes, a smile curving his lips as he looked at them.
To Mori Ougai and the others, this smile was anything but kind or friendly. It was even colder and more dangerous than the leader Dazai they had just met, as if he were the very essence of nothingness and the abyss, a dark demon who trampled everything in this world under lava—yet he still appeared polite.
Almost instantly, all the members of the militant faction went into battle mode, like prey reacting to a death threat.
"I'm too nervous, everyone."
Fyodor was still smiling, but his dark red, purplish eyes were devoid of any emotion, like a bottomless well.
Just a glance at him felt like a fall that would shatter them to pieces; intense unease and fear tugged at everyone's taut nerves.
“I welcome distinguished guests to visit at any time,”
Fyodor's voice was pleasant and smooth, yet it carried an increasingly chilling sense of crisis.
"—If you're just here to visit."
"...Wh-what do you mean?"
Higuchi Ichiyo's response was slightly trembling.
"Now that you are all here, you are no different from those Dazai who also mistakenly entered this world,"
Fyodor raised his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Stay here for me."
"Oh no, get out of here!"
—The ominous premonition that burst forth in that instant shattered the rationality that the brain was trying to maintain. Upon hearing Mori Ougai's order, Hirotsu Ryūnō reflexively pressed the elevator close button repeatedly, and immediately stuck his other finger on the highest number, urging it to lead them away from this floor as soon as possible!
For some reason, the elevator buttons that they shouldn't have been able to press in their ghost form lit up and started running this time.
But the tension did not dissipate.
Because they still didn't know how to leave this extremely eerie headquarters building.
"—Great, you two work together so well. Sigma, well done."
Just as Fei Jia was dutifully playing the role of the great demon king who controlled the entire world, Ye Yihe was hiding in a blind spot, sneaking around while making a phone call to Sigma in the control room, asking him to remotely control the elevator.
Upon seeing the performance's resounding success, he immediately showered the audience with praise over the phone, earning Sigma a slightly embarrassed laugh in return. "Silver called to tell me when they came in," he said. "I was planning to call you after your copy was finished, and it turns out it's perfect timing."
A perfectly coordinated duo performed.
“After all, Dazai told me they were in ghost form,” Ye Yihe said. “So I guessed they couldn’t press the elevator button. I thought it would be a bit of a loss of image for Fei Jia to personally press the elevator button for them when she was putting on such a grand show.”
Unexpectedly, Fei Jia's performance was even more frightening than he had imagined... He also provided a reasonable explanation for why there were multiple Dazai in this building.
It's reasonable, but terrifyingly so.
Ye Yihe couldn't help but silently apologize to the frightened port mafia members in his heart.
When he hung up the call and looked up, Fedia had shed her sticky, dark villainous shell and was now giving him a smug smile—this was his own cunning yet adorable fluffy little mouse.
Ye Yihe will always be captivated by his smile.
Let them get a scare... it's not a big deal, Ye Yihe reassured himself as he walked briskly toward Fei Jia.
Anyway, Dazai Osamu from the Armed Detective Agency happens to be visiting on the top floor, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?
He will definitely explain it to them clearly.
Ye Yihe, who was obsessed with Fei Jia, had completely forgotten that he hadn't called Dazai, the Armed Detective.
—At this very moment, the members of the Port Mafia, who were on high alert, were being carried by the elevator and were indeed staring at Dazai, the Armed Detective, who had come to the White Reaper instance as an NPC.
"Huh, Boss Mori? Chuuya? And [Black Lizard]... Wow, this is quite a complete personnel configuration."
Armed Detective Dazai—or rather, Dazai in a pure white suit with a white overcoat draped over his shoulders—looked around with unusual curiosity, scrutinizing everyone.
He was very curious, but the people in the [Port Mafia] were not curious about him at all.
The Dazai dressed as the leader wasn't lying; there really are other Dazai here... and they've been forcibly imprisoned in this building by Fyodor using some unknown method!
"What are you doing here?"
Chuuya Nakahara's voice was extremely suppressed, "And the clothes you're wearing, aren't they the ones you wore during the [White Kirin] incident?"
The outfit looked so familiar; he couldn't possibly be mistaken.
“Ah, it was definitely him.” Dazai, the Armed Detective, raised his sleeve and glanced at the fabric. “Do you want to catch up with Shibusawa? He’s here too.”
Ryunosuke Akutagawa couldn't help but exclaim, "...Not dead?"
Armed Detective Dazai grunted, "Indeed, in our world, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko has already been eliminated by Atsushi-kun and you together. That's quite an achievement. But,"
—Here, Shibusawa was left behind by Fyodor and became a member of the White Reaper.
"You too?" Ryunosuke Akutagawa's voice trembled almost.
"Yes, it's quite interesting."
Armed Detective Dazai was unaware that the young Dazai and Fyodor had teamed up to nearly scare them away. Also, since there were no players in the elevator, he didn't realize they were in ghost form, assuming they were in the same situation as him, just in a different timeline.
After all, in his world, Karma is undergoing his grueling training, working tirelessly day and night to become a qualified leader of the Port Mafia.
Therefore, at this moment, the Armed Detective Dazai remained calm and composed, and even sincerely invited them.
"Why don't you stay and give it a try?"
"—"
As they looked up, the atmosphere was already incredibly tense. At this moment, Dazai's invitation, which sounded like his life was coming to an end, almost made Higuchi Ichiyo, who was already on edge, scream. Gin quickly covered her mouth and nose, suppressing her voice.
"Run outside!"
The elevator could no longer go any higher. At Mori Ougai's decisive command, everyone rushed out of the elevator.
They have no intention of being left here to be bound to the spirits of the local people!
"—Huh?"
As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, the scene in front of them seemed to distort in the blink of an eye, returning to the familiar layout of the top floor.
Expensive carpets covered with long hair, corridors illuminated by milky white light, and guards standing on either side with their hands behind their backs.
This is the route to the leader's office...that's right.
The white-robed Dazai, who was speaking just a second ago, along with the dim lighting and misty setting, has completely disappeared.
Everyone turned around in confusion.
……what is going on?
"If what we just saw wasn't because we were delirious, it seemed to be a theater that specializes in performing various thriller and suspense dramas..."
Guangjin Liulang slowly spoke, expressing the doubts that everyone was still in shock.
"Therefore, what they said,"
"Which statement is true and which is false?"
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