Chapter 129 Extra Chapter: Ye Yihe in the Original Novel (Complete) (Bonus Chapter with Nutrient Solution): I'm just dropping by!
As expected of the same person in essence, Fyodor's predictions about his other self's future plans were basically correct.
Even though Ye Yihe swapped souls with Fyodor of this world and took over his body, Fyodor's plan had already been laid out and was relentlessly advancing.
In fact, they didn't have to wait long.
"The president has been attacked?!"
“Yes.” Kunikida Doppo began searching through the documents while answering Nakajima Atsushi’s bewildered question, “Although his life is not in immediate danger, he remains unconscious and has a high fever.”
"Dr. Yosano can't do anything about this either. It's not just a simple external injury, but..."
“Ah, it’s Pushkin’s viral ability.” The young Dazai chimed in, revealing the reason in one sentence.
Kunikida Doppo: "..."
Kunikida Doppo, who had stopped searching through the documents, suddenly glared at him: "How do you know so much!?"
“Because I’ve used Pushkin’s powers before, I know its effects very well.” The young Dazai tilted his head innocently. “In our world, I used it to wipe out the entire Port Mafia.”
"However, now it's just used to add a scary effect to haunted house players. It will be unlocked when the game is over, and there will be no aftereffects."
The sheer number of victories achieved by wiping out the entire [Port Mafia] made Atsushi Nakajima gasp.
"Dazai-san, are you perhaps... some kind of demon over there...?"
"It's [the White Death]."
—When Dazai Osamu, who had once been a leader, responded to Nakajima Atsushi's surprised remark, he thoughtfully added a sentence.
"In my world, Atsushi is also a terrifying superhuman known as the [White Reaper]."
Atsushi Nakajima: "Eh, me!?"
"By the way, you mentioned earlier that you're an ability user who can transform into a white tiger,"
Upon remembering this, young Dazai clenched his fist and slapped it against his palm. "This ability is quite useful. I'll recruit you when we get back. Where did you live before you came to the detective agency?"
It was rare to hear young Dazai mention another world, and I was pleasantly surprised to hear it.
The more NPCs in a haunted house, the more interesting it is for them to tease the players in various ways.
Atsushi Nakajima: "Ah, that, the orphanage nearby..."
Junichiro Tanizaki listened silently to their conversation, keeping a thought to himself but not daring to voice it.
Why does it feel like this younger Dazai-san is here to interview employees for a haunted house...? Maybe it's just his imagination?
"Let's put recruitment aside for now and get back to the president," Kunikida Doppo frowned. "You said it's Pushkin's supernatural ability. Is there a way to break it? Like, using your [No Longer Human]..."
"Unfortunately, the virus released by Pushkin is extremely small and deeply embedded in the organs. It is highly unrealistic for me to touch the medium of this superpower itself to neutralize it."
The young Dazai Osamu raised a finger. "Besides, I know very well how strong the president is in physical combat. For Pushkin to think he could successfully ambush him and leave a wound that would allow him to activate his supernatural abilities on his own is basically wishful thinking."
Let alone the fat Pushkin, even if it were the Pushkin from their side who had been trained to the point of being reborn, it would still be impossible.
After all, he has never even beaten Oda Sakunosuke, who was supposed to give him a handicap.
Kunikida Doppo: "So, you mean..."
“Yes, there must be someone helping him.” The young Dazai nodded. “I need to go to the place where the president was attacked to check; there should be some clues left behind.”
“That’s unnecessary,” the young Dazai said. “In my memories of Dazai shared through the [book], this has already happened. I know who did it.”
Hawthorne, a blood-controlling ability user in the [Group].
The priest, who trusted Fyodor and made a deal with him, was completely manipulated. He even used Fyodor's powers to hide his own true powers, disguising them as the dangerous power of "instant death upon contact," thus deceiving everyone until his final plan was revealed.
Unexpectedly, even after Ye Yihe swapped with him and the [Port Mafia] organization underwent such a dramatic change, the [Co-eating] incident still occurred.
However, since he only shares Dazai Osamu's memories, which are from a first-person perspective, he wouldn't know much more if Dazai Osamu was unaware of or if the events differed from those in his memories.
But this time, his intelligence advantage will remain as long as the enemy begins to act.
“Pushkin’s supernatural virus requires to activate in pairs,” the young Dazai raised an eyebrow. “Although I’m not keen on speculating about this possibility, I’m genuinely curious…”
"We've already sent Mori Ougai away, and now Pushkin has another host with viral abilities... Who should we choose?"
—Pushkin, far away at the "Rats in the House of the Dead" stronghold, was also eager to know the answer to this question.
Originally, it should have been the president of the Infected Armed Detective Agency and the leader of the Port Mafia who caused the two major forces in Yokohama to fight each other.
Now that one person is missing... who should he infect?
"Where are the BOSS's orders? Hey Ivan, are you listening? Didn't the BOSS give any instructions? I can't contact the leader of the [Port Mafia] by myself. That Hawthorne guy is completely uncommunicative now, he's like a puppet killing ability users everywhere."
Pushkin stood next to Ivan and asked, "What are you fiddling with?"
Pushkin was utterly baffled by the sight of him fiddling with a radio.
But that doesn't matter. He just needs to finish this mission as soon as possible. He has no loyalty to the "Rats in the House of the Dead" or that BOSS. He was only rescued from Meursault Prison by them half a month ago and followed Ivan to Japan to carry out the operation plan.
"Please be quiet." Ivan, who had been listening intently to the radio, finally glanced over. "I am awaiting the Lord's command."
"It's been at least three days without any news, hasn't it?" Pushkin muttered. "What's the use of just listening to the radio? Has the BOSS's infiltration plan failed, and he's already..."
Faced with a sharp knife that suddenly appeared just centimeters in front of him, Pushkin swallowed the rest of his sentence along with his saliva.
He was just guessing, why is he being so fierce...?
“Our lord will not fail.” Ivan’s lips were still curved in a pleasant arc—but his voice was icy cold. “His failure to contact us must have its reasons.”
Pushkin didn't dare to speak loudly this time, but he secretly thought to himself: "Such nice words, but if the person is really gone, can they still send you messages through the radio?"
Just then, light, cheerful notes leaped and gently poured out from the radio's receiver.
“Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos,” Ivan’s expression suddenly turned to joy, “it’s an order from His Majesty!”
He put away his knife and listened intently to the melody until the last note fell—after a brief electrical noise, a new orchestral symphony slowly began to play.
“The hymn to the Virgin Mary… Our Lord is summoning us to a meeting.” Ivan’s gaze fell on Pushkin. “You will come with me.”
"Why, why?" Pushkin said, "Don't you think it's strange that the BOSS, whom we haven't seen for three days, suddenly summoned us to meet? This is also different from the original plan... What if it's a false message from the enemy?"
“If that’s the case,” Ivan smiled, the tip of his knife tracing lightly along the trachea, as if using death to depict the shape of breath.
"I will let him experience what true happiness is."
Of course, Pushkin's conspiracy theory did not come true.
The one waiting alone at the agreed location was indeed Fyodor himself, the leader of the "Rats in the House of the Dead".
“Ivan, Pushkin,” he said, his voice perfectly matching.
However, as Pushkin looked at those dark red eyes that gazed indifferently at them, he had a subtle feeling... like his nerves were sending out alarms saying something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
"My lord, what are your orders for summoning us?"
Ivan remained smiling, bowing with his hand on his chest.
The smile that always lingered at the corners of his lips almost reached an abnormal level.
"I see,"
Looking thoughtfully at Ivan, who had been mentally manipulated, and Pushkin, who was short and stout, Fyodor seemed to be deep in thought.
"Is this what you truly look like before the Messiah changed you?"
"BOSS?" Pushkin didn't understand what that sentence meant.
Who is the Messiah? What does it mean that they were not changed by the Messiah?
"Well, it's alright."
A more dangerous and immeasurable terror emerged from the depths of those dark red eyes, overflowing with each cold syllable, engulfing every inch of light that fell into view, until even thought could not escape its reach.
"It's not difficult to figure out my overall plan, after all, he and I are essentially the same person."
Fyodor spoke indifferently, but to Pushkin, these familiar words gradually seemed to drift away, like a hazy mist being scattered in his outstretched hand.
"And I, too, am tired of letting my messiah stay here any longer."
As he raised his hand, his speech was slow and elegant, yet even that figure swayed and overlapped before Pushkin's eyes—until he collapsed, utterly plunging into the vast, empty darkness.
"Let's end all of this as soon as possible."
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"……Um?"
Ye Yihe blinked, confirming that the scene before him was the living room he knew all too well.
He just felt a little sleepy sitting in the chair, so he closed his eyes and took a nap... How did he end up back in the small building?
I thought I would be in another world for a long time, but I didn't expect to be back so soon... Ye Yihe was about to get up when he found that he still couldn't move.
Looking down, he saw that he was also bound by several extremely thick iron chains, even more tightly than in the other world.
Ye Yihe: "…………"
So Fyodor was tied up too... I feel a bit bad for him. He must have been terrified to open his eyes and see another version of himself lying next to him.
“Iher?” Verlaine, sitting on the sofa watching over him, keenly noticed the difference. “Is it you who’s back?”
Pushkin, who was playing a game, was overjoyed. "Boss!"
"It's me, you're finally back." Ye Yihe breathed a sigh of relief.
“No rush.” Verlaine carefully put down his book. “I’ll tell you something that only we know.”
“…” Ye Yihe thought for a moment, “Mary Shelley is your mother…”
Verlaine: "...Alright, alright, I believe you."
After Verlaine finally freed him from his restraints, Ye Yihe moved his wrists and was finally able to stand up and stretch his muscles.
"It's good to be healthy. I caught a cold as soon as I got there and had to take medicine for several days..."
"Why haven't the others returned?" Pushkin asked curiously.
“It should be soon,” Ye Yihe said. “Before I switched back, Fei Jia suddenly told me that he had something to do and had to go out for a while. I was so bored that I fell asleep while waiting, and when I opened my eyes, I had switched back.”
Just then, a commotion came from outside the door.
"Wow—another world is quite interesting."
"I came back a little too quickly, it feels like I haven't done anything yet..."
"Well, it's not like we did nothing at all. We caught that poor, mentally unstable pastor."
"They even changed the leader of the [Port Mafia]..."
"They also killed quite a few politicians along the way..."
"We've found quite a few good employees..."
As the crowd surged into the small building, discussing the conversation, Pushkin listened in stunned silence.
"...I have a feeling you guys have accomplished a lot of amazing things over there. You truly live up to your reputation as the boss!"
Ye Yihe silently looked up at the sky, "Ah, well, as long as the result is good, that's enough."
"Yay, Ye Yihe," the young leader greeted Ye Yihe cheerfully, "Just as Fyodor said, you're back."
Welcome back.
Fyodor smiled at Yeykh, appearing as innocent and harmless as he did, shedding all the menacing aura that sent chills down the spines of his enemies.
He extended his hand to Ye Yihe, who happily shook it back, causing the young Dazai to exclaim "Eek!" completely unable to bear watching.
"Oh, and another thing," the young Dazai raised his wrist, gesturing for Ye Yihe to look at the white cloth strip tied there, "didn't I tell you before that as long as we wear this, we can share the space-traveling ability of [God-Man Ame-Gozen]?"
"Yes." Ye Yihe nodded to indicate that he remembered.
It was emphasized at the time that travel was limited to the two spaces where the anchor points were established, and travel to other worlds was impossible. But Dazai suddenly brought this up now, could it be...?
"Then, when we went there before, I asked Yu-go-zen to give us an extra one."
The young Dazai narrowed his iris-shaped eyes, revealing a sly, mischievous smile.
He stepped aside, revealing the familiar figure entering from outside the door—a sand-colored trench coat and a Western-style open-front shirt, with Dazai Osamu raising his hand, his wrist draped with a ribbon.
Hi everyone.
He greeted them, his tone light and cheerful.
"I've come over for a visit."
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After much thought, here's a method for the armed detective to kill off his accomplices (hehe).
He can go back anytime; he hadn't originally planned to come, but after hearing that the [Port Mafia] here had become a haunted house, named [The House of the Dead Rats]: What a find! He has to go check it out.jpg
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