Chapter 125 Extra Chapter: Ye Yihe in the Original Work (Part 8) (Thanks to Donggelinglan Hanliu for the deep water): This is the [optimal solution], right?
The Mafia Port Headquarters Building, located in the most bustling area of downtown Yokohama, resembles several towering, black wedges, deeply embedded in the heart of the city.
Whether you're a tourist or a local resident, it's hard to ignore Yokohama's presence.
The fact that the government would tolerate an illegal organization so brazenly constructing landmark skyscrapers makes these five buildings, each over forty stories high, a tangible symbol of supreme violence and power.
This building, which also showcases the organization's financial strength, naturally has its own justification for its continued existence—for example, its defenses are extremely thorough and robust.
The walls are made of special materials, and the ordinary members stationed there are equipped with a large amount of weaponry. Meanwhile, a squad of superhumans who are guarding against special forces are constantly taking turns patrolling, ensuring that the area where the leader is located becomes an insurmountable barrier.
The higher you go, the more heavily guarded the area becomes.
The top floor, with the highest level of security, serves as both the leader's office and residence.
Mori Ōgai is right here.
Even though it was late at night, he was still sitting in the chair in the leader's office, seemingly deep in thought—facing the documents laid out before him.
In this large office, only the desk lamp provides illumination, creating a tranquil and serene atmosphere.
One wall uses specially cured glass with electrochromic technology. Normally, it is transparent, offering a bird's-eye view of the entire city. When powered on, it turns into a bottomless black, allowing no light to penetrate.
Therefore, in this dimly lit office, only Mori Ougai was sitting there.
After a long while, he let out a soft sigh.
"Losing a right-hand man who can help with ideas has actually made my responsibilities heavier..."
He pressed his swollen eyes with his thumb, about to lift his gaze from the densely packed printed words.
"leader."
There was a sound coming from the doorway.
"I have come as summoned. What are your orders?"
The voice continued. Calm and composed, it seemed to have truly been summoned by the leader and was now awaiting his orders.
If the person saying this were another member of the Port Mafia, Mori Ougai would probably be able to deal with the scene in a more peaceful manner, perhaps by asking something like, "I didn't order you to come here."
But the person standing before him was far more... bizarre than any reckless intruder who had stumbled into this place.
“If Dazai-kun hadn’t already left the port mafia, I would have thought this was just a prank.”
Mori Ougai gave a wry smile. "How did you get here, Oda-kun?"
Indeed, standing before him was Oda Sakunosuke, the lowest-ranking member of the Port Mafia, dressed in a jacket, shirt, and trousers, whose appearance was exactly the same as it had been four years ago.
A ghost who should have died four years ago, in the battle against the Mimic leader.
Faced with Mori Ōgai's question, Oda Sakunosuke, who was standing at the door, simply opened his mouth and continued to speak.
"leader."
"I have come as summoned. What are your orders?"
This mechanical repetition of the scene made Mori Ougai, who had only been tentatively testing the waters, slightly widen his eyes.
These were the first two sentences the other party uttered when he was summoned and stood at the door.
“This kind of trick is no fun, Oda-kun.”
Beneath his desk, Mori Ougai stroked the sharp scalpel between his fingers, then suddenly raised his hand, sending it flying out of his grasp—
Thud!
Far beyond his expectations, the scalpel pierced through Oda Sakunosuke's brow without any hindrance, embedding itself deeply and heavily into the unopened solid wood door.
"leader."
"I have come as summoned. What are your orders?"
This time, a second Oda Sakunosuke appeared, standing right next to the first one.
The two Oda Sakunosukes began to speak at the same time.
"..." Mori Ougai paused for a moment, then muttered to himself, "This kind of joke isn't funny..."
Seemingly without receiving a response from him, more and more Oda Sakunosuke figures appeared in the office, their overlapping words consisting of only two sentences, like a stuck tape playing repeatedly, or like bees buzzing and vibrating their wings.
"Chief...zz...leader..."
“I heard… ze… from your summons… ze… may I ask… ze… what are your orders… ze…”
“…”
Mori Ougai calmly observed everything before him, his finger pressing the emergency call button on the table—but there was no response.
It was as if the entire space had been shut down, its signal cut off, turning into an isolated island, quietly standing at the top of this skyscraper.
He remained calmly seated, facing the bizarre scene before him, without making any rash moves.
Just as the sound grew louder and louder, like a surging tide engulfing our ears and noses, merging everything into an indistinguishable chaos—
Everything suddenly became quiet.
"leader,"
Another sentence appeared, spoken softly, not in the deep voice of an adult, yet it echoed clearly in the office.
"You should know why I've come here, right?"
Wearing a pure black overcoat and a pure black suit, with only the left eye of Osamu Dazai's eyes visible through bandages, he still looked like an eighteen-year-old boy as he gazed in this direction, staring at him indifferently.
Mori Ougai did not speak.
That was a question that Dazai Osamu, who rarely came to the leader's office at sunset, asked him.
Mori Ogai was well aware that he had come for the sake of Oda Sakunosuke, who was about to die.
Are you an illusion too?
Mori Ougai spoke up, "Alice-chan!"
A blonde girl suddenly appeared in mid-air, expressionlessly raising the huge syringe-shaped weapon.
"Leader," Dazai Osamu, who appeared to be a young boy, continued to speak as if he had not seen the supernatural being summoned by Mori Ougai.
"You should know why I've come here, right?"
Inside the office, all eyes were on Mori Ougai.
Mori Ōgai remained unmoved, merely ordering Alice to attack the illusion of Dazai as a test.
Dazai Osamu did not flinch, nor did his beautiful iris eyes show any emotion; he simply gazed at him quietly.
—The sound, like shattering glass, echoed subtly within this space.
Alice opened her eyes wide in disbelief as she touched Dazai Osamu's body, which disintegrated and vanished completely like scattered specks of light.
Mori Ōgai also wore a look of astonishment on his face.
If the other party is an illusion, the [No Longer Human] ability, which should not appear, has been activated at this moment.
"What's going on...!"
No one answered him.
Only a third voice rang out.
"Doctor, please pass on my message to the officials,"
An aged, trembling voice, each syllable revealing a weakened tremor to the extreme—and cruel tyranny, “Exterminate them all.”
"Before sunset, anyone who dares to defy the port mafia, whether from opposing organizations or the military and police, will be killed without mercy."
Standing in the corner was the former leader who had been killed by Mori Ōgai. His appearance was still pale and bluish-white as he had been before his death, his face sunken, his eyes bulging abnormally, and he stared coldly at Mori Ōgai.
As for Mori Ougai, he should have ended the other party's life with the scalpel at his fingertips after the other party said those words, and then ascended to the position of leader of the port mafia.
Now, he has appeared, repeating lines that no one but himself and Dazai-kun has ever heard before.
"This is really not fun at all..."
Mori Ougai could feel a layer of cold sweat seeping out on his back.
It wasn't fear of death, but rather a sense of unease and anxiety about the situation slipping out of his control—and it was rapidly spiraling out of control.
"Chief, aren't you already dead?" He forced a smile. "Then don't show up again. Nobody will welcome you."
"Doctor, it's you."
Unlike Oda Sakunosuke and Dazai Osamu, who kept repeating themselves, the previous leader actually responded to him—his eyes moved abnormally for a moment before suddenly fixing on him.
"You are the one who dares to betray the port mafia and betray me."
"He must be executed. Executed. Executed. Executed!!"
He opened his mouth, "What I truly desire,"
"The true leader of the Port Mafia is—!"
"Dr. Mori, it seems you're sitting in my seat."
With a gentle smile, a scene unfolded, a vision that felt like Mori Ōgai's nightmare.
His fingers, which were resting on the table, even began to tremble slightly.
He wore a red scarf similar to his own, a wide, pure black coat, and a slender, tall adult physique. When he raised his wrist, layers of bandages were revealed.
Compared to Dazai-kun when he was a high-ranking official, his eyes were darker and deeper, more oppressive than the countless people he had killed. They seemed to be falling into the dark shore of hell, yet reflected through the smile on his lips.
This is the scene after Dazai Osamu, whom he once feared and went so far as to devise a plan to force out the "Port Mafia," ascended to the position of leader.
"Um, this should be my seat, right?"
Dazai Osamu spoke in a soft voice, soft yet dangerous.
"I'm the one who generated half of the Port Mafia's profits, the one who defeated two Transcendent-level enemies for the Port Mafia, and the one who developed the Port Mafia to its current size. Compared to Dr. Mori, I've contributed more to the Port Mafia. Dr. Mori, you should get off that chair and let me sit there."
"Dazai-kun, you..."
Mori Ōgai's voice was dry, but he couldn't utter even half a word afterward.
Dazai Osamu, dressed in the attire of a leader, smiled at him and spoke.
"This is the [optimal solution], right?"
The old, frail former leader, the youthful-looking cadre Dazai Osamu, and the countless illusionary low-ranking members Oda Sakunosuke all opened their mouths and uttered the same voice to Mori Ougai, surrounding him.
"This is the [optimal solution], right?"
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One more thing to add, which those who haven't read the original work might not know: the sentence in the text that "[he was someone Dazai Osamu whom he once feared, and who went so far as to devise a plan to force him out of the Port Mafia]" is supported by the original text:
"Is that so? The title of the youngest executive in history is not something that can be obtained by mere empty boasting and arrogance. Although his comrades in the organization also consider him a freak, in my opinion, Dazai-kun's strength is truly outstanding. I'm afraid that in another four or five years, he will be able to take my life and sit on the position of leader." The leader made a mischievous smile.
I didn't show my expression, but my heart was so shocked it felt as if my feet had suddenly given way. I looked up at the leader, but from his slightly childlike, smiling face, I couldn't discern his true intentions. Perhaps this was also a joke.
And after Dazai left, the original text describes it as follows:
The subordinate standing to the side said:
"Boss, we haven't been able to contact Chief Executive Dazai for two weeks now. It's almost time to convene a meeting of the Five Chief Executives to decide on the next executive..."
"Yes...that's true."
Ougai replied with an "anything goes" attitude, and then began folding the paper in his hand.
"There's no need to hold a meeting of the executives. Let Dazai-kun's position remain vacant."
Ougai looked at the reports piled on the table.
Even if we add up all the losses recorded here, as well as the lost capable subordinates, the organization's gains are more than enough to cover them. This includes Dazai's disappearance. Everything ended in the best possible outcome, just as planned.
—The above are all from "Dazai Osamu and the Dark Ages".
Judging from Mori Ōgai's words to Oda Sakunosuke, and the second paragraph's statement that "Dazai's disappearance is also taken into account. Everything ended with the best possible outcome, just as planned," I personally believe that the summary of "not hesitating to lay out a plan to force the other side out of the [port mafia]" is not biased at all.
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