Chapter 120 Extra Chapter: Ye Yihe in the Original Work (Part 3) (Thanks to Deepwater, a fanatic of the beautiful, strong, and tragic cat): Actually, I came to find someone.
The scene was deathly silent.
Three of A's men were standing in the cellar, including the boy he had seen before.
Originally there were four, but A killed one of them with a wave of his hand using his superpower, as easily as breaking a blade of grass by the roadside.
Therefore, they all stood still, hands behind their backs, without moving or making a sound, as if they were silently mourning the tombstone of a deceased friend.
— Rather than A itself, which is dying.
As the last choking sound was expelled, A's eyes closed completely, falling into hell with intense resentment and jealousy.
Throughout the entire ordeal, not a single one of his subordinates was willing to offer assistance.
Ye Yihe sighed softly; this was the natural outcome.
Not to mention that these subordinates were forced to obey A because their lives were threatened by the gem necklaces; even just now, when he only asked a question, A actually chose to kill one of his subordinates to demonstrate the effect of his superpower.
"Sorry, did I scare you? I just couldn't stand this kind of gambling addict and villain. Killing him directly would be too quick, so I thought I should teach him a lesson before he died."
In the almost frozen atmosphere, Yeikh gave them a friendly smile, "I am Fyodor Dostoevsky, just call me Fyodor."
After saying this self-introduction, his gaze swept around for a moment and locked onto the boy whose hair and irises were similar in color to Odasaku's.
"Could you please get me a cup of hot water? Because I feel like I'm about to... Achoo!"
Ye Yihe's words were interrupted by a short, sharp sneeze.
After a moment, he pitifully finished speaking.
"...I caught a cold."
They had no warm clothes along the way, and when they were thrown into the dungeon, even their hats were taken away. They were freezing cold for who knows how long.
The fact that this body didn't develop a fever on the spot was already a great favor to him.
"What...what exactly is your purpose?"
The boy stared at Ye Yihe in disbelief, and the question came out reflexively.
It seemed hard to imagine that A, who had been so arrogant and domineering in their eyes, had died so easily—even right before their eyes.
Relief, gratitude, fear, worry, ease—too many emotions and thoughts churned in my mind, eventually distilling into a vengeful sense of exhilaration.
Guys like A deserve to die!
"Actually, I'm here to find someone."
Ye Yihe thought for a moment, then politely asked them, "Does any of you know Oda Sakunosuke?"
If we were to ask who his most trusted friend was, it would undoubtedly be the reliable and powerful Oda Sakunosuke!
"Oda Sakunosuke...?"
Upon hearing that the other party did not intend to massacre the place, but rather had a very mild objective of "finding someone," everyone's tense nerves instantly relaxed considerably.
They really didn't want to be killed by this mysterious black-haired youth right after escaping A's clutches.
only……
"I don't recognize it. Have you ever heard of it?"
"Hmm, absolutely not... Which organization is he from?"
Everyone looked at each other, completely bewildered.
"I see..."
Seeing that the name Oda Sakunosuke didn't elicit an answer, Ye Yihe pondered for a moment and then asked another person, "Then, what about Dazai Osamu?"
Regarding the other world, the young Dazai, who had been the leader of the port mafia, didn't tell them much in detail. He only briefly mentioned that Oda Sakunosuke quit being an assassin and became a novelist, and that Nakamaru would take over the organization after his death...
Oda Sakunosuke was slightly surprised by the fact that he had switched to writing novels in other worlds, because he did not think he had any talent for writing.
To this, Dazai, a young man who had glimpsed countless worlds through the book, was utterly speechless.
This retired assassin, Oda Sakunosuke, who doesn't write novels, is clearly an anomaly among countless Oda Sakunosukes...
But overall, since the Port Mafia still exists in this world, and its leader is Mori Ōgai, and this A is also an organization executive, then these subordinates of A must know Dazai Osamu, who is also in the organization, right?
That's what Ye Yihe thought.
Although it would be difficult to convince Dazai that he came from another world, Dazai was exceptionally intelligent, just like Ranpo before him, and he would definitely be able to see that he was not Fyodor himself.
Upon hearing this once-terrifying name, A's subordinates did indeed show obvious signs of unrest.
"I do recognize what that Dazai-sama was saying..."
"But he had already defected?"
"Wasn't he executed in private?"
"I don't know, and there's nowhere to ask. The leader has already issued a gag order, prohibiting any discussion of this matter within the organization."
"..." Ye Yihe became increasingly uneasy as he listened. "Defection? Execution?"
Wasn't Dazai ultimately destined to replace Mori Ougai and become the new leader?
"We don't know the specifics of what happened..."
One of the subordinates hesitated before speaking, "I've only heard A mention it once or twice, saying that the Dazai-sama was a fool. As the youngest executive in history, he clearly had the ability to take the position of leader, but he left at the last moment."
Whether "leaving" here means death or defection is beyond the knowledge of these lackeys.
"I see."
Ye Yihe nodded slowly, his brows furrowed tightly, looking extremely worried.
The situation in this world is far more complex than he imagined.
The small building where they usually live most likely doesn't exist in this world. Ivan and his group might not be in Japan right now. The only people they can think of to contact besides Odasaku and Dazai are...
"Armed Detective Agency...does it exist?"
The only other person I can think of to ask for help is Ranpo... if the detective agency were open for business in this world.
"That detective agency, ah, there is one!"
After all, it was a very rare legitimate organization of superpowered individuals that could obtain a license to operate a superpowered business, and several subordinates nodded repeatedly.
"The people at that detective agency are amazing. They were on the front page of the newspapers a while ago because they prevented a giant whale-shaped weapon from crashing in Yokohama!"
"Oh, to think that a whale-shaped weapon could fall like that... This world is really dangerous."
Ye Yihe sighed in agreement.
However, at least he finally has a next destination to go to.
The boy stood to the side, opening his mouth as if to speak but then stopping himself.
He, who was previously in charge of coordinating the capture of the [Demon], really wanted to ask: Wasn't the White Whale crash incident orchestrated by you, the mastermind behind it all...?
But now, watching Ye Yihe chatting happily with his colleagues who had finally escaped their misery, the boy began to wonder if he had made a mistake.
Or is this what the human trafficker meant when he said not to talk to him, or he would be "bewitched"...?
"Thank goodness you appeared, Lord Fyodor."
Aside from the bewildered boy, one of his subordinates spoke earnestly to Ye Yihe.
"Without you, we would have died at A's hands sooner or later. That guy is capricious and, relying on his superpowers, has become a tyrant who completely looks down on us ordinary people."
"Yes, yes, now that he's finally dead, it's such a relief!"
"Now that you're free, what are you planning to do next?" Ye Yihe asked them with a smile. "I just heard A say that he has valuables stored in a vault. Perhaps you can take some with you."
The subordinates' expressions immediately became eager and expectant, their eyes revealing a restless desire.
"Well, I hope you each take only what's enough to live on. After all, you've all managed to survive the tyrant, and you probably don't want to die again so soon, do you?"
Ye Yihe's smile was amiable, but the dangerous aura he exuded was enough to dispel everyone's greedy thoughts—facing the young man who had just easily killed A and whose combat strength was unknown, they dared not risk their only life for further attempts.
What is lost and then regained, what has been so hard to hold onto again, becomes all the more precious and important than any material possession.
Seeing everyone nodding obediently, Ye Yihe nodded slightly in praise.
“Very good. Hopefully, you can persuade your other colleagues in the same way when you go out later.”
After all, there were only three of A's subordinates here, while there were forty-six more outside the cellar.
He really didn't intend to waste too much breath explaining again and again... it was better to just leave the task to them.
With no one objecting, Ye Yihe used the key he found on A to finally lead them out of the cold cellar.
When the last boy left, closed the door, and left A there forever—
He glimpsed the hands of the grandfather clock through the crack in the door, which was not yet closed, and they were stopped at 8:15.
After emerging from the cellar that would have frozen him to death, Ye Yihe realized that he was on a cruise ship, sailing on the sea.
The other three subordinates ran off to share the good news with the others, and the young man finally brought Ye Yihe a cup of hot water, which felt especially warm in his palm.
Sitting in the well-heated room, Ye Yihe, with her eyes slightly closed, felt extremely comfortable and asked him again.
"What's your name? Don't be nervous, I just noticed that you look a lot like a friend of mine, and it made me feel a bit familiar with you."
"...Kalma."
This time, the boy hesitated for a moment before finally answering his question.
"You're really amazing to have killed A so easily..."
After saying that, Karma, who had completely relaxed her guard, blinked, as if trying to keep herself from embarrassing herself to the point of actually shedding tears.
As a cover, he went to the wardrobe and found a thick blanket, which he then unfolded and draped over Ye Yihe.
He remembered Ye Yihe saying earlier that he was about to catch a cold from the cold.
"To be honest, I almost cried when I saw him breathe his last. Before, everyone had been fantasizing that someone could kill A and free us from the collars. But when that day actually came, I was almost in disbelief that my dream had come true..."
"Didn't you wear the collars voluntarily?"
Ye Yihe wrapped himself tighter in the blanket, and his fondness for the boy named Karma immediately soared.
"If given a choice, who would want to wear this?"
Karma inhaled. “I was sold by human traffickers before I was old enough to understand. I was beaten unconscious, starved to the point of eating discarded newspapers from the roadside, and stole things to survive… In short, I barely survived and ended up here, wearing a collar.”
“The situation of others is similar to mine. Was it voluntary? Yes, it was. But if the only options we had were [to die immediately] and [to survive with the collar on], those of us who wanted to live could only choose the latter.”
Ye Yihe stared at Karma for a while, then nodded.
“I understand you,” he said. “My past experiences were similar to yours, but I was lucky enough to be adopted by kind people after I escaped.”
"Oh, I see. No wonder your health is so poor these days!"
Unexpectedly, this seemingly terrifying black-haired youth had also experienced something similar. Karma's face lit up, and she was no longer afraid of him. Instead, she took the initiative to wrap the blanket around Ye Yihe more tightly.
"The moment I saw you, I knew I had to say something. Your face is so pale, your lips are bloodless, and your dark circles are terribly heavy... You probably haven't even eaten properly, have you?"
"…………yes."
Ye Yihe spoke softly.
No matter which world a mouse comes from, you can't expect it to have the awareness to cherish its body.
Meanwhile, in another world.
The group of people who had just returned from the haunted house looked at each other, staring at Fyodor, who was sitting in the living room with a furrowed brow and seemed so anxious that he was biting his nails.
And another one, chained to a chair, yet still smiling calmly... Fyodor?
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