"Is this the game described in the diary we saw?"

Dazai Osamu poked at the game above. Just like what they had just seen, the little figures representing their images were simple blocks of color. However, there were some weapon configurations below the game. As long as you collected enough materials in the game, you could make a weapon.

These include, but are not limited to, axes, hammers, wooden slings, and poison with a skull painted on it.

Hinata Hajime frowned slightly. "This is a weapon provided for gamers. After all, everyone in the game is the same blank character."

As long as you make these tools, your attack power in the game will increase, and it will be easier to kill characters with the opponent's name written on them. Once you kill a game character, that person will also die in real life.

"The form in which the so-called despair virus evolved is very interesting." Dazai Osamu stroked his chin with a smile on his face. "It was in the form of an epidemic before, but now it's a game?"

Hinata Hajime shook his head helplessly. "After all, different people have different things that can bring them despair. So the so-called motivations are of course different things."

Also, this format is damn familiar.

"What have you been whispering about?" Nakahara Chuuya kicked him. "Dazai, you bastards, do you know something when you come here? What is that damn arcade machine? And this thing on the phone, why can't I delete it?"

Dazai Osamu dodged and hid behind Hinata Hajime. Fortunately, Hinata Hajime was tall enough and was able to block Dazai Osamu.

"Chuuya, don't be so willful. Wait until we finish our research."

"Huh? I'm willful?" Nakahara Chuuya pointed at Dazai Osamu, "You, the suicidal bastard, are the most willful one!"

Hinata Hajime smiled bitterly and stood between the two men. "Well, let's stop making trouble for now. We still need to continue discussing this matter, otherwise a terrible situation will arise. Mr. Dazai, and Mr. Chuuya? Can you be a little more friendly?"

Nakahara Chuuya looked at Hinata Hajime and Dazai Osamu with disdain, "So, what's going on?"

"Now each of our lives is in danger." Hinata Hajime said seriously.

"Is this thing life-threatening?"

Hinata Hajime nodded and opened the software on his phone. "Mr. Chuuya, please pay attention to this game. If you are killed in the game, you will also be killed in real life. In the game, each of our characters has the same value. In other words, no matter how powerful you are in real life, you can be easily killed in the game."

"What?"

“What I mean is, if someone wants to kill Chuuya right now, they don’t need to do it in real life. They just need to synthesize poison in the game and sprinkle it on the game character representing you, and you in real life will be poisoned to death as well.” Dazai Osamu said with a grin, a hint of malice in his iris-colored eyes.

"One of the marked people in this game has made a successful wish and is using the power of the wish machine to kill all his enemies step by step. Chuuya, you are really lucky to have become the target of revenge right away."

"Ah, am I going to see Chuuya die? Great!"

Nakahara Chuuya frowned slightly, "Why would someone want to kill me? It's you who are more hated."

"How would I know? But, judging from the previous video, the chances of you being targeted are very high," Dazai Osamu said in a gloating voice, "Let me guess who it is? There are three parties involved in the video. The first party is tentatively the three of us, the second party is the other members of the port mafia, and the third party is the 'sheep'."

"Who do you think they are, Chuuya?"

The aura around Nakahara Chuuya became increasingly uncontrollable, with a fierce gleam in his eyes, and he looked like he wanted to kill Dazai Osamu on the spot.

Hinata Hajime was able to analyze what had happened from Dazai Osamu's words, but it was precisely because of this analysis that he realized how much Dazai Osamu liked to step on other people's bottom line. The organization named "Sheep" was very likely to be a counter to Chuuya Nakahara at some point in time.

"I can kill you without the game." Nakahara Chuuya was obviously angry, and the reason he was angry was not because of the sheep, but simply because of Dazai Osamu.

Although he didn't know what kind of love-hate relationship there was between Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu, Hinata Hajime knew that if they continued like this, the beginning of this infighting would develop into a very terrible level.

"Calm down, both of you." Hinata Hajime tried to change the subject.

Unfortunately, these two people are completely unwilling to listen to advice. Their egos are engraved in their bones, and they will execute whatever decision they make.

Hinata Hajime watched Nakahara Chuuya walk towards Dazai Osamu with his eyes wide open. Dazai Osamu did not dodge or evade. He stood there with a smile, his face still full of playfulness as always. There was even a hint of anticipation in his iris-colored eyes. What was he expecting? Death?

At this time?

[Am I the only one who is worried about the suicide incident caused by despair?] Hinata Hajime sighed in his heart, [In this game mode, no one knows who the wisher is, so it is easy to start a meaningless suicide incident out of panic.]

【A strong person will never be afraid in such a situation. 】

[But what I want is not for them to be afraid, but to find a way to stop this desperate fratricide. ]

Hinata Sou raised his head and looked firmly at the two people in front of him who were almost about to collide with each other. [So, we must stop them.]

Before Nakahara Chuuya passed by, Hinata Hajime stretched out his hand to block Dazai Osamu. Because of the sudden intrusion, the two people's sight and consciousness shifted to Hinata Hajime.

“Stop.”

The voice was extremely cold. There were only two words, but it instantly chilled people's hearts. It was the voice of Hinata Hajime, but it was not Hinata Hajime's voice. Dazai Osamu looked at Hinata Hajime's back in front of him and was quickly pulled towards the orphanage by the voice.

That day, when he walked through the corridor and saw Hinata Hajime, he also felt this kind of emotionless and cold feeling at that moment.

"Get out of the way!" Nakahara Chuuya did not stop. He just threw his hand over, trying to push Hinata Hajime away, hoping that he would lose the ability to move temporarily so that he would not come to interfere with him.

But at that moment, Nakahara Chuuya's eyes suddenly widened. His wrist joint was hit. The opponent's angle was tricky, like a martial arts master. Every move was his weak spot. The opponent even calculated his supernatural power and avoided it directly when he used it, completely avoiding the entire range of his supernatural power.

Just like that, Nakahara Chuuya was forced to retreat three steps. The moment he raised his head, he seemed to see the flash of Hinata Hajime's red pupils.

There was dead silence.

Nakahara Chuuya stood in place staring at Hinata Hajime, while Dazai Osamu, who had not moved, also looked at Hinata Hajime strangely.

"We have more urgent things to do." Hinata Hajime opened his eyes, one red and one green, with helplessness in them, "Let's not engage in a meaningless battle, okay?"

There was silence for about five seconds, and then Dazai Osamu broke the deadlock with a smile.

"Since Hinata-kun has said so, of course there is no problem."

"Tsk." Nakahara Chuuya put away his attacking posture, turned around and walked away without even turning his head.

[…Imperial Throne, you seem to have scared them. ]

【Boring.】

…

"We need to find the person who fused the fragments of despair first." Hinata Hajime looked at the names in the game while investigating the residences of these people. "The Despair Man must be among these people. Even if we exclude the two of us, there are still eight people who need to be identified."

Dazai Osamu stretched his waist lazily as he walked, twisting his waist until it made a crackling sound. "It can also be ruled out."

"Mr. Chuuya?"

"Yeah." Dazai Osamu smiled and said, "Although that guy is quite annoying, so short and likes to wear an ugly black hat, but if he wants to kill someone, he doesn't need to rely on this thing at all."

Hinata Hajime nodded, "Mr. Chuuya is amazing."

"That guy's taijutsu is one of the best in the inner world, so Hinata-kun." Dazai Osamu looked at Hinata Hajime, "How did you stop him before?"

"When people are in a desperate situation, they can unleash great power. I am probably in the same situation as well." Hinata Hajime answered calmly, "Rather than this, I hope that Mr. Dazai will not be in this situation again next time. If despair incidents are not stopped in time, despair will spread as quickly as rumors spread."

"Got it." Dazai Osamu sighed, his voice full of regret, "Hinata-kun has a tendency to evolve into Kunikida. Really, Kunikida has taught you a bad lesson!"

Hinata Hajime: ...

You really have the nerve to say that.

"We're here." Dazai Osamu smiled and raised his head, pointing to the floor in front. "This man used to be a low-level member of the Port Mafia. He participated in the confrontation with the sheep. He resigned from the Port Mafia two years ago. After changing his identity, he and his wife opened a snack shop here and earned a good income."

Hinata Hajime stood at the door of the store and looked inside. Through the transparent door, Hinata Hajime saw the baked bread and snacks in the counter.

"Go in and take a look?"

"Yeah." Hinata Hajime reached out and pushed open the glass door.

Although he felt that the possibility of this man being a desperate host was not high, and although he had participated in that incident, he now lived a wealthy and safe life, and there was no reason for him to exchange his life for it.

Ding-ling! The wind chimes at the door of the shop made a crisp sound because of the wind from opening the door, but the owner of the shop did not come.

Hinata Hajime frowned slightly. He smelled something bad. The sweet taste of the snack was mixed with a sticky smell that was slightly fishy.

Bloodstains.

He ran straight to the kitchen, pulled aside the kitchen curtain, and immediately saw the scene.

The man in the white chef's uniform was lying on the ground, his white clothes were stained with blood, he didn't seem to know what happened, even his death black eyes were confused, a mobile phone fell not far away, and on that phone was the game screen that they both had.

In the game, the little man representing the man fell to the ground in the same posture, and blood stained the floor beneath him.

The first dead person appeared.