Kamukura Izuru could hear Arikawa Ishiwa's screams of pain as he continued to exert force with his hands. He could no longer hold the hatchet in his hand, and the blood-stained hatchet fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The girl in his arms could not help but tremble as she heard the sound.

Kamiya Izuru looked down at the child in his arms expressionlessly, without a trace of emotion in his red eyes.

"No, it wasn't me." Arikawa Ishiwa babbled nonsense. He held his swollen wrist and stared at Kamukura Izuru fiercely. "She killed Sakurako. It must be her."

"Why are you bothering me?"

When Arikawa Ishiwa swooped over, Kamijou Izuru kicked him out. There was a cracking sound, and Arikawa Ishiwa fell to the ground, with a crisp sound of fracture when his bones touched the ground.

"Ah!" Arikawa Ishiwa screamed.

"Boring." Kamiya Izuru said in a cold voice, "Your story means nothing to me. People like you will only ignore reality."

Arikawa Ishiwa screamed, "Stop talking!"

"You blame this on other people, and you are fighting the despair in yourself as your only reason to live." Kamukura Izuru walked over step by step.

“Accept reality.”

Arikawa Ishiwa retreated in pain, his hands and feet were limp, the sound of collapse broke out of his mouth, the discordant "stop talking" was as small as a mosquito, he curled up, despair and the heart that tried to resist despair constantly fighting each other.

Yes, he was blaming it all on a seven-year-old girl just because he wanted to save himself.

His life has been completely tainted by despair, and everything he has is no longer possible. However, even so, he still wants to live.

Therefore, he kept trying various ways to keep himself alive.

"Accept reality." Kamukura Izuru's flat voice echoed in his ears, "Since you can't fight it, then accept despair."

"For you, despair or hope is meaningless."

Arikawa Ishiwa raised his head tremblingly. He looked at Kamizuru standing in front of him, and big tears welled up in his black eyes.

He was crying, his desire to survive, which was constantly overwhelmed by despair, was completely suppressed at this moment.

He said, "It's me."

"I killed Sakurako. I forced Sakurako to death. It's all my fault."

Desperate for complete victory, Arikawa Ishiwa entered a situation of absolute despair.

A surging black gas erupted instantly, and Kamijou Izuru watched expressionlessly as those black things spread out from under Arikawa Ishiwa's feet and completely surrounded the orphanage within a few seconds. When Arikawa Ishiwa was completely in despair, the despair fragments were stimulated to the extreme.

Everyone in the area will be in despair.

[The throne of God...]

[You are always too naive to think of ways to make an evil person change for the better.] Kamiya's voice was still cold, [Some people are simply not worthy of giving up evil and changing for the better.]

[However, purifying the fragments of despair is necessary to allow the Fusion to regain hope. ]

[Of course.] Kamukura Izuru looked at Arikawa Ishiwa lying on the ground, [He will get hope.]

Hinata Sou was silent for a while, then he spoke, [Okay, I believe you.]

Kamizuru Izuru is Hinata Hajime's self without all memories, emotions and interests. Without these troublesome things, he can use his talents to the maximum extent. As an almighty Kamizuru Izuru at the super high school level, not even Enoshima Junko can defeat him. That's why Enoshima Junko seduced him when he was still brainwashed and unable to form correct concepts. This is also the most essential difference between him and Hinata Hajime.

But even so, Hinata Hajime does not think that Kamukura Izuru is an emotionless being.

What was cleared out of Kamizuru Izuru was just Hinata Hajime's feelings. As a person, Kamizuru Izuru was just too efficient in doing things and seemed less humane.

But Hinata Hajime believes that Kamijou Izuru will handle everything.

Because, he is also Hinata Hajime himself.

It's normal to believe in yourself.

On the other hand, Dazai Osamu is still searching for Arikawa Ishiwa's whereabouts.

He was in charge of the East Branch of the orphanage, while Kunikida was in charge of the West Branch. Of course, no matter which branch the orphanage was in, it was in chaos, with bloodstains and traces left by children running away everywhere. The fratricide a week ago left a tragic mark on the orphanage.

"There are no living people at all." Dazai frowned.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly went dark, Dazai Osamu turned his head suddenly, and then he saw a very magical scene.

The black mist quickly spread around like a snarling octopus, swallowing up all the air around it in one breath. Dazai Osamu felt as if something heavy was pressing down on him.

If he was not sure before, now Dazai Osamu is completely sure.

This despair is definitely not a supernatural power.

"It's really interesting." Dazai Osamu raised his lips slightly, "A magical power different from supernatural powers."

Dazai Osamu didn't know how he got this ability, and there was no information in his database. Perhaps the Special Powers Department knew more. The incoherent and unclear commission was the evidence. It was not because the special powers could not intervene that the detective agency was asked to handle it.

He looked at the dark air around him, his iris-colored eyes filled with curiosity.

At this moment, there was a sudden light in front of him, and when Dazai Osamu looked forward, he found that there was an extra door in front of him.

"door?"

Dazai Osamu walked over and touched it tentatively. He felt a cool touch, which did not seem like an illusion.

Pushing the door open, Dazai walked in. A beam of light shone through the window. He subconsciously closed his eyes to avoid the glaring light. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the surroundings had suddenly changed.

The dark space, the dilapidated floors, the windows shining with morning light, this place couldn't be more familiar.

With a bang, a sound of wooden gun was heard. Dazai turned his head to look at the place where the wooden gun sound came from. A ghost in a gray robe kept shooting. Dazai widened his eyes. A familiar person was holding a wooden gun and walked towards him step by step from the darkness. He had burgundy hair and a turmeric coat.

Oda Sakunosuke.

“…This is, despair?”

Dazai Osamu pressed his temples and frowned slightly. The next moment, the whole scene changed.

Not far from him, Oda Sakunosuke was lying alone on the ground, blood oozing out from under his body and flowing all over the ground. He stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, slowly rotting in the wind.

"Despair."

Dazai Osamu murmured, he clenched his hands tightly, his nails digging into the palms.

Words that he had never thought about carefully kept surging up in his mind, as if digging out his dirty heart and drying it in the sun.

All those desperate thoughts that he had thought of and had not thought of gradually occupied his mind.

"If I had noticed it at that time, Oda Saku might not have died."

"If I had known what Mr. Mori was thinking..."

"Did I kill Odasaku? No, it was Mr. Mori who killed him, but I can't avenge him."

"Despair, despair, despair..."

"Damn it." Dazai Osamu couldn't help but squat down. "It turns out that this disease forces people to fall into despair about something. As long as there is a flaw in the heart, this flaw will be magnified countless times, so it is called despair disease."

“What a novel experience.”

It's not hard to imagine why those kids would become desperate and start killing each other.

They are orphans, struggling to survive in an orphanage that is full of rules. Even if they don't say it, they are full of grievances in their hearts. Under the blessing of despair, a little dissatisfaction will develop into terrible despair, and eventually they will get out of control and become the appearance that Dazai Osamu had seen.

Holding on to the wall to support his body, Dazai Osamu suppressed those thoughts with difficulty. He took a last deep look at Oda Sakunosuke lying on the ground, and then rushed out of this hopeless illusion.

He couldn't afford to be infected with despair here.

Walking back along the route, the closer he got to Arikawa Ishiwa, the stronger the despair Dazai felt, as if something was forcing despair into his mind.

This feeling is really disgusting.

…

Kamuzuru Izuru grabbed Arikawa Ishiwa by the collar and pushed the man, who was in complete despair, directly into a box. Arikawa Ishiwa had no intention of resisting. He lay inside with empty eyes. Even when Kamuzuru Izuru closed the lid, he did not react at all.

With her eyes closed, Momoko Fujita grabbed Kamuzuru's clothes tightly and said, "Hinata-nii."

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"No." Kamukura Izuru answered succinctly.

"Then, when can I open my eyes?"

"Ten minutes and 45 seconds later."

Fujitsu Momoko calculated in her mind in a daze, but in the end she couldn't figure it out. The seven-year-old child had never been to school in the orphanage, and now she didn't know how many seconds a minute was. In the end, she had to lean hard on Kamukura Izuru's body, waiting for her brother Hinata to call her to open her eyes.

In the pitch-black space, in front of Kamijou Izuru was a glowing screen. The program on the screen was running, and circles of data could be seen being generated continuously.

[The quickest way is to find hope in the deepest despair, even if it is false hope.]

Hinata Hajime looked at the things in front of him with mixed feelings. [Under this kind of desperate stimulation, can he really regain hope? ]

【I did not clear his memory.】

【What? 】

[After entering the room with the memory of forcing his daughter to death, a selfish person like him would treasure these things even more.]

[Doesn't that mean he doesn't want to return to reality? ]

But this is what Kamukura Izuru wants.

【For him, that is his hope. 】

There were characters counting down in Kamijou's red eyes. When the number counted down to 1, new characters were reorganized from the disappeared numbers.

[New world program starting...]

The author has something to say:

For those who haven't seen Danganronpa, let me explain that New World Program is a virtual program that you can think of as a virtual game that can deceive your brain.