Chapter 114 Epilogue (Part 8) (Bonus Chapter for Overlord Tickets): A Chieftain Was Fished Out of the River
Faced with Dazai Osamu's extreme resistance—clutching the blanket and dodging left and right, refusing to drink porridge even if he starved to death—Oda Sakunosuke's response was always incomparably efficient.
He simply put down the spoon full of porridge and slowly raised his hand to chop.
Dazai Osamu's eyes widened in disbelief. "...I can't believe it! How did you become so violent here?!"
No matter how bizarre the information he heard was, having survived the fall, he knew he couldn't possibly still be in his original world.
Even his negative and death-inducing emotions, under these repeated stimulations, seemed to bounce back from rock bottom and leaned towards a more lively direction.
Perhaps they were forced into a corner.
“I’m sorry, but this is the most useful way for you,” Oda Sakunosuke apologized sincerely, but his hands showed no sign of stopping.
"Fei Jia told me to take good care of you before he comes back."
"Is this considered taking care of someone?" Dazai Osamu asked incredulously. "This is assaulting a patient!"
Even Chuuya only resorted to verbal abuse! As soon as he invoked his status as the leader, the other party could only swallow their anger.
Even though he always threatens to kill him sooner or later, he will eventually inherit the Port Mafia after causing a huge scene and walk down the pre-planned path.
“It’s alright,” Oda Sakunosuke said. “I’ve already apologized.”
Dazai Osamu choked, “…………”
...Is this the power of not writing a novel version of Oda Sakunosuke?
Seeing that he couldn't escape the chop to the neck if he refused to drink the porridge, Dazai Osamu could only resign himself to his fate, "Give me a bowl...I'll eat it myself."
This is an opponent that cannot be defeated by rhetoric or delaying tactics.
Oda Sakunosuke handed him the bowl and spoon, watching intently as he scooped the porridge bit by bit, drinking it at a snail's pace.
As long as he's willing to start eating, Oda Sakunosuke doesn't mind that Dazai is too slow, as long as the food ends up in his stomach.
After being worn down by him for a while, Oda Sakunosuke's gaze paused slightly, and he subtly looked around.
His intuition told him... that something was suddenly off about this space.
Did Iher bring Rimbaud back?
Since the supernatural lifeforms created by the [Colorful Painting Collection] can only be used in subspace, in order to prevent Dazai from discovering that this leader is fake, Ye Yihe plans to have Lanbo directly enclose the entire small building in subspace.
In this way, Dazai Osamu could no longer see the subspace barrier outside the small building.
Just as Oda Saku was pondering for a moment, the sound of knuckles tapping on a wooden board came from the doorway.
Knock knock knock.
Someone is knocking on the door.
Whether it's Rimbaud or Iher, they both have the key, so the only person knocking on the door is... To verify his guess, Oda Sakunosuke's eyes sharpened instantly.
Supernatural ability, [Seamless Clothes] activated.
Time passes in the blink of an eye, so brief that it is less than the flapping of a butterfly's wings.
"Please come in."
Oda Sakunosuke raised his voice, "The door isn't locked."
After saying this to the person outside the door, he specifically told Dazai Osamu to prepare himself mentally, "It's someone you know."
Dazai Osamu slightly raised his iris and glanced towards the doorway.
He'd like to see what other outrageous "acquaintances" might appear.
The door was opened by a withered hand.
The man who appeared there was an old man dressed in a black robe, whose limbs showed signs of being emaciated from the ravages of disease and old age, whose eye sockets were deeply sunken, but whose cheeks were prominent due to his cheekbones.
To be precise, he was the most tyrannical leader who once controlled the entire [Port Mafia].
He stood at the doorway, like a grim reaper come to claim lives.
Osamu Dazai: "Cough cough cough cough cough...!"
Startled, he choked on a grain of rice from the porridge and was speechless for a moment.
Ye Yihe, who was floating in the subspace with Rimbaud, raised his hand to signal the leader to say something quickly. Even if this guy who had been dug out said that he did not know any Dazai, he still had to make up some lines for him.
How could he not know that the leader of this world didn't recognize Dazai? Because Oda Sakunosuke had already snatched him away before it even began!
So whether the conversation can continue depends on Dazai's reaction in the other world—it's obvious he knows this old man.
“What a…no, a face that’s so nostalgic, kid,” the aged leader standing there said.
"Judging from your current appearance, you can only be described as pathetic—you have truly disappointed me. What a pity."
Osamu Dazai: “…………”
What could this old man, who had long since died in his world, possibly expect from him, to celebrate witnessing Mori Ōgai slit his throat?
He stared with his kite-like eyes, looking from Oda Sakunosuke to the leader, then back again.
"Are you going to tell me now that the previous generation was also a member of the 'House of the Dead'?" Dazai Osamu said quietly.
“…” Oda Sakunosuke shook his head, “No, not at all.”
After hearing this denial, Dazai Osamu paused for a moment and then asked him again.
"And what about Mr. Rimbaud?"
“Half,” Oda Sakunosuke thought for a moment and replied.
He works part-time at The House of the Dead.
"…………"
Dazai Osamu remained silent.
Dazai Osamu spoke.
"Ah, I see."
He calmly handed back the bowl of porridge, lay back on the sofa, pulled up the blanket, and turned his back to the door. The series of movements were fluid and decisive, as if he had lost all hope in his life.
"I don't think I'm fully awake yet, let me sleep a little longer."
It's hopeless, this unreasonable world.
Oda Sakunosuke, holding a bowl; the leader at the door; and Ye Yihe, who was eavesdropping: "…………"
This reaction was somewhat unexpected. Dazai saw through the fact that the leader was a fake imposter at a glance, and even knew that he was a supernatural life form controlled by Rimbaud.
None of the three options are needed.
"What do we do now?" Ye Yihe whispered to Lanbo, "The plan to beat up the old man has failed."
Everyone knows it's fake, so no amount of beating will help.
Moreover, it seems that "Rats in the House of the Dead" has almost become a taboo word for him... Could it be that in the other person's world, "Rats in the House of the Dead" and "Port Mafia" are enemies?
"this……"
Faced with this situation where the other party had completely given up on reality, Rimbaud didn't have any good ideas.
"【Painting Collection】? Rimbaud? What are you doing—?"
Just then, the voice of young Dazai rang out, clear, soft, and with a light, cheerful ending.
Ye Yihe looked out the window and saw that his own Dazai was standing in the yard, with Ivan, Pushkin, Sigmar, Gogol, Bram, and a large group of others who had come back with him.
Even Ryunosuke Akutagawa and his sister Gin, who were brought out of Leibo Street by Dazai and his group, were assigned two bedrooms in the small building.
Judging by the timeline, it's indeed about time for "The House of the Dead" to close down.
"It's nothing," Ye Yihe replied to the young Dazai without lowering his voice any longer, now that the battle had failed. "Just come up—"
Rimbaud also cooperated by unlocking the supernatural ability [Colorful Painting Collection] and brought Ye Yihe back to the ground.
The leader, who could only maintain his form in the subspace, naturally vanished without a trace.
The group that left the small building in the early morning returned with immense curiosity.
"I heard Oda Sakunosuke picked up another Dazai? And a grown one at that?"
Gogol was the most excited, almost circling around Yeikh.
"Can I see him? Can I? Is he really not Dazai's second personality? From another world? Oh, I want to go to another world too, to see another version of myself—ah, how interesting!"
Considering that Gogol would likely provoke the Dazai's hostility, Yeikh rejected his suggestion.
"The original members of 'The House of the Dead' cannot see him for the time being, and the current members probably can't either, as it would stress him out."
Ye Yihe pondered, "Are there any former members of the [Port Mafia]?... Sigh, I think besides Rimbaud, there aren't many survivors left."
As the organization that committed the most serious atrocities back then, they showed no mercy when they took action, so much so that, apart from a few superhumans who are still in Meursault Prison, the vast majority of them went to hell with that old leader.
Seeing that this beast was truly beyond taming, Ye Yihe was a little worried.
"If it's absolutely necessary for former Port Mafia members to contact him,"
Finally, it was the young Dazai who spoke slowly, his tone somewhat reluctant.
"I know someone, and he lives in Yokohama."
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