Chapter 113 Hitting the Wall/Xingya's "Reciprocating Without Action"/Mr. Sakaguchi, the Unlucky Special Agent of the Special Ability Division
The world's annexation is not uncommon, but it seems extremely rare in a huge base, and humans themselves cannot detect it.
In some worlds, certain monsters and certain technologies suddenly appear. In fact, these are all invasions and wars of the world.
Let’s take a strange example: doomsday zombies.
If such a world really exists, it is very likely a declaration of war and invasion between worlds.
"In order to preserve world consciousness, the party declaring war must be twice as strong as the party responding to the challenge. After two restarts, I have already..."
After two times of backtracking, the fox was depleted of spiritual power and was already very weak. The only thing he could do was to exchange one with the other party's world consciousness and give the swords a new way to survive.
But Qian Jianmu didn't think he could win.
They all knew that cursed power was actually a kind of ability in the world of spells. Although the world of spells had lost half of its spiritual power, the other half was still working. Darkening did not mean weakness, but an imbalance of power, which meant the absolute power of a certain force.
Putting the two people together with such a huge difference in their abilities, they can only hope for a miracle. The next hope is death.
However, even if they lose, the swords have already died in battle, and they won't have to be cut by blunt knives anymore. It's a solution that is better to suffer a short pain than a long one.
Warrior spirit?
...This really moved Qian Jianmu.
"...Maybe there is another solution?" Qian Jianmu asked tentatively: "If I go back to that world now and solve the problem internally..."
Regarding this, he had a guess that perhaps the time could be extended by five hundred years. After all, he had survived the world of magic for so many years. It would not be too late to declare war after holding on for a while longer and waiting for the fox to recover its spiritual power.
"...How are you going to get back?"
"Just know I can go back."
Qian Jianmu intuitively felt that he could do this, and the energy he had accumulated was enough to support the travel.
The fox's eyes flickered, and then he asked a strange question:
“Can you feel what’s going on in that world in real time?”
"…I left and couldn't."
"……it's useless."
The fox sighed humanely, he lay on the table, raised his head and looked at him, with a look of tolerance from an elder:
"When there is no observation, the relationship between the worlds does not have a unified time measurement... This explanation may be a bit abstract. Do you know quantum mechanics and Schrödinger's cat?"
“…You guys also teach physics?”
"That's not important."
The fox ignored his complaints:
"When you stop observing, all the rules of that world are in a superposition state of happening and not happening for us. Unless you observe again, the time in between will flow irregularly... What I mean is that now that world is a cat in a box."
"—you'll never know how much time has passed there unless you open it again."
"There is not much time left to go back. How are you going to save the situation in this short period of time?"
The fox looked at him quietly:
"I expect you to solve the problem, but I am the guardian of everything. You have helped us a lot by accompanying the sword to the end."
"It is my mission to protect the world. In our consciousness, there is no life or death. Next, it is our turn to fight."
From the fox's perspective, by the time he realized that the world consciousness refused to help, there was probably nothing he could do. Even if you are willing to trust Qian Jianmu, it is too dangerous and difficult. The probability of solving the problem is smaller than the probability of both of you dying.
but.
Qian Jianmu thought that he could try once.
Zero can convert energy, and he might be able to spend all the energy points he has accumulated to give it a try.
The boys and girls of the high school and the swordsmen of Honmaru are not helpless, he can still keep trying.
If he just had to work a little harder, try a little harder, and take a risk, maybe he could solve all this, but...is he going to do it?
You won’t die anyway, right?
However, another hesitant and gloomy mood still exists.
After all, why would he do this for other worlds? As long as he leaves, the life and death of others has nothing to do with him.
He didn't have to take this risk.
There's no need to create complications.
His old habit of not wanting to make up his mind started up again, and a dull pain burned him, as if he saw the glass wall that had hit him and caused his head to bleed.
Qian Jianmu knew that he was not a lucky man, his luck only applied to himself.
Whether it is the gamble of 'eternal life' or the definition of 'innocence', it is destined that the retribution of cause and effect will never come to him.
No matter what his purpose was, he never seemed to have to bear the consequences of failure. The troubles he has caused will be filled with blood and flesh one by one with the existence he cherishes.
He tried very hard, very hard, but someone would still die because of his actions.
If his choice is supported by the efforts of those around him, he cannot afford his own choice.
It was not until this moment, when he was once again faced with this situation that could be changed but was hesitant, that he realized that he was afraid of Dazai Osamu's request.
When he agreed to the request, he felt that he could protect Dazai Osamu, and he was very confident, but how could he be sure that he would not repeat the same mistake? Is he worn out by his 'daily life'?
But if he really went back to that time and gave himself another chance and saw the look in that child's eyes again, he probably still wouldn't be able to ignore it.
He is calling for help.
The way Dazai Osamu looked at him was seeking for help, and he hoped to get it.
…
really……
There was a fierce confrontation and entanglement in his thoughts. Qian Jianmu lowered his eyes in silence. The only two individuals in the room were silent. The room suddenly became quiet.
It was as if I had arrived at the end of the theater in an instant, and a feeling of anxiety and suffocation was overwhelming.
The silence was broken by the sound from downstairs.
"Master, everything is ready. When do we start?"
The fox breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to want to say something else, but in the end he just took two steps back, indicating that he could leave.
They both have a lot of things to deal with each other. The fox cherishes the swords of Honmaru, and it hopes that Sengenmaku can spend more time with the swords before the end.
Qian Jianmu stood up in silence. He walked to the door of the paper door and suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked at the fox behind him. His lips moved and his teeth chattered slightly. Finally, he made up his mind.
"What's the point of all this? What are you so obsessed with?"
"——But if he refuses to fight, then why does he exist?"
His voice became calmer than ever before, and he asked in a low voice at an extremely fast speed:
"Are you willing to give up 'time'?"
"…Do you know what you are saying?"
The foothold of the swords is time. The existence of the Time Government is based on time, and the existence of the Time Retroactive Army is also based on the authority of time and space.
Abandoning time is equivalent to cutting off most of the roots of the world's operation, and this world will probably collapse in an instant.
"The root of everything lies in 'time'. What will happen if we abandon time?"
As if sensing something, the fox's eyes flickered:
"If we lose our time and space authority, neither the Time Travel Army nor the Historical Revisionists will exist."
"Then what?"
"The Fusangshen no longer exists."
"They have spiritual power, and they still exist until the spiritual power is exhausted."
"...But." The fox raised his head: "A world without its basic rules will only bring about its own destruction."
"Spiritual power once existed in the world of spells, and it erupted periodically, with no obvious tendency to decline."
"...What do you want to say?" The fox discovered something and his tone gradually became sharp.
Qian Jianmu ignored him and continued to talk. He had read so many books. With his reasoning and intelligence gathering abilities, in his eyes, the two worlds were like black and white pieces on a chessboard, and he was mixing the two together:
"There is no 'End of Dharma Era' in the world of curse. If the two worlds can be merged, the swords will not become scrap metal due to the exhaustion of spiritual power. They can fight with the true identity and will of the Tsukumogami and greet their true death. The spiritual power and curse power structure of the world of curse can also be reorganized and prevented from being darkened."
“…You’re fantasizing.”
"Start a war now. If you win, your rules will override the rules of the world of sorcery, but you will still end up in the end of the law and the war with history. The Time Travel Army will not disappear, and everything will have to repeat itself. You must integrate into the rules of the world of sorcery, abandon your own foundation, and take over its rules after victory, evade the restrictions of the 'end of law', and reconstruct the rules of the world. This is the only strategy for a perfect ending."
"… provided I can win."
Qian Jianmu then slowly raised his head and glanced at him:
"On this point, I have three ways to help you win."
The white-haired boy rubbed his brows and laughed strangely. He confirmed again:
"Of course, I can't guarantee what the consequences will be. Do you want to ask me for help?"
“…”
"In other words, do you want me to save you?"
“…”
"Take your time to think about it. I won't be going back to Honmaru these few days."
After saying that, staying here would only increase the awkwardness. The swords outside the door seemed to be waiting silently. Qian Jianmu was in a hurry to eat. Just as he opened the paper sliding door, he heard a voice behind him.
"…The time it takes for the world to collapse is ten seconds. If I sacrifice my own consciousness, it can be extended to one minute." The fox said in a deep voice.
"I want you to stay."
"You have calculated too much and wanted too much. Greed leads to loss." Under the thin sunlight, the fox sighed and said no more.
Qianjianmu turned sideways:
"Want to bet? I bet I'll succeed, and if I fail..."
"No, you don't need to pay anything."
The fox interrupted him directly:
"Maintaining the world is my job. If you can help me win the war, you can take the corresponding reward from me. I will satisfy any request other than world stability."
In an instant, invisible rules came into being.
Invisible chains fell from the sky. Compared with his previous perceptions, this time Qian Jianmu really saw a faint golden halo. The chain entangled him and the fox, and clicked shut with the fox's last words.
The fox didn't see the chain at all.
...How powerful is this thing?
After being stunned for a while, Qian Jianmu finally couldn't help laughing and asked in a sarcastic tone:
"Ha! Did you agree so easily?"
"A slim hope is better than no hope at all, that's my judgment."
"A slim hope? No, hahaha."
Qian Jianmu laughed to himself for a while. Although he was laughing, he looked at the fox without any smile:
"I'm really curious, what will you give me?"
No worries, hope? No, it has succeeded.
**
It is spring, and the Armed Detective Agency still maintains a lukewarm business.
At least Fukuzawa Yukichi no longer had to save up funds, and he finally had the spare time to pick and choose bodyguard assignments.
Of course, someone like the president will not let go of necessary tasks.
It was evening, and Mitsuyo Kakuta was lying on the table, looking lazily at the gate.
There is no important task today. Although it is new to go to work, it is really tiring after working for a long time. I don't mean to hate this job, I'm just a little tired of it.
From the corner of my eye I saw Yukiya Edogawa organizing the Armed Detective Agency. I felt that she was getting smarter and smarter and could now understand more complex operational instructions.
I was really shocked when I saw Sachiko Edogawa reading a document, but then I realized that she didn’t understand it at all. Okay, okay.
And has this guy grown taller? Can girls be this tall?
While thinking about all sorts of things, Mitsuyo Kakuta heard footsteps. She turned her face which was pressed against the table and saw a white-haired boy with a hood standing at the door. He looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old and was knocking on the door tentatively.
...Huh? Are you a guest?
"Wait a minute! What can I do for you?"
Running over and opening the door, Mitsuyo Kakuta asked in a friendly tone. He saw the young man raised his head and glanced at him. On his delicate face were eye-catching, blazing golden eyes. The pure light gold gave a sunny feeling.
"…I'm looking for Edogawa Ranpo."
"Mr. Ranpo?! Okay, I'll go right away. Please sit here for a while."
After barely coming back to her senses, Mitsuyo Kakuta led the people to the reception room, only to see a young man with black hair and green eyes lying by the office door.
"——Mr. Ranpo, you are here! This..."
"…It's for me."
Edogawa Ranpo was staring at the white-haired boy for a long time, then slowly smiled:
"I've been waiting for a long time. Do you want to entrust me with something? All I need is a bottle of soda!"
The white-haired boy wearing a hood also laughed. His hood fell behind him, and his snow-white hair was softly exposed to the sun.
"Don't you want a little more?"
Although he said this, he was expressing the emotion of 'I really can't do anything about you'.
They must be very good friends, right?
Mitsuyo Kakuta thought that she had to prepare tea again as soon as possible, and it would be best to persuade Mr. Ranpo to drink more water and not drink any more beverages!
**
However, although they were so-called 'friends', it was actually the first time that the two met.
The last time he entrusted Yukiya, Ranpo said that he hoped he could come visit, so Sengenmaku came.
Although he looks the same as the guy I have known for a long time in the main world, his personality is actually subtly different.
"Are you in trouble? It's okay to take a break, right?"
Leading the person to the desk, Qian Jianmu skillfully moved a chair over. At first, they still placed the person across the desk, but Ranpo hugged his shoulders and hummed in displeasure.
"What? Different treatment?"
With just one sentence, the stiffness of the two people was broken. Qian Jianmu moved the chair to the side and said skillfully:
"It just feels like Ranpo has become very great at this time, so he needs to be more serious."
"Oh, you are really good at talking, sweet talk."
Edogawa Ranpo leaned back in his chair, pulled out a pair of square-framed glasses from his pocket, put them on, and stared at him intently, his expression looking exceptionally serious.
When being looked at by Edogawa Ranpo, there would be a sense of déjà vu that was more vivid than that of being scanned by X-rays. Chigenmaku tilted his head and waited for him to finish observing, but he couldn't help but think of the three-dimensional Edogawa Ranpo he saw in the world of Jujutsu, and his smile froze.
"Yeah, it seems like you've encountered something very interesting! It just so happens that I also have something interesting to tell you. I agree. Come back with me? The president happens to be away today, so we can sleep in a little later!"
Even though he hadn't said anything yet, Ranpo seemed to know everything.
"Eh...? Are there really so many things?"
"Why, you don't want to stay with me?"
“No.”
"Since you're planning on sleeping anywhere out there tonight, why don't you come back with me?"
He spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he had just picked up a cat, and even turned around slightly in his chair:
"Compared to my memory, you look much better. What happened?..."
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything."
"Hehe, there is one thing that will definitely surprise you. I want to tell you first." Edogawa Ranpo bent down and buried his head in the box under the table, leaving only his hat floating on the table. After just a few seconds, he laughed, "Found it! You will definitely be super surprised!"
“…Huh?”
What was handed to Qian Jianmu was a magazine. Judging from the excerpt on the cover, it contained the penultimate issue of "Meaningless Literature". Qian Jianmu did not read it carefully after he finished writing Meaningless Literature. He did not expect that the book in this world was about to be completed.
"It's not that one. Take a close look at the catalog." Ranpo leaned forward with his face tilted, eager to try, looking at him with sparkling eyes.
"Table of contents?"
Qian Jianmu lowered his head, turned the page, and his eyes suddenly stopped.
""Disqualified in the World" Osamu Dazai"
"The Setting Sun, by Dazai Osamu."
Is that guy really writing? And there are two books together?
It's only been the past four months, right? So liver? Is it possible that Dazai Osamu is so hardworking?
Wait, why was he able to write these two books so smoothly? How well does he know himself? Don’t you know exactly how bad you are (x)?
"...Both books together? Indeed, they are terrifying..."
"No, no, no, that's not it! Look further down, it's super interesting!" Edogawa Ranpo tapped the desktop:
"Just the last few!"
This time, Qian Jianmu really didn’t know what could be more shocking than this. He turned a page and finally saw a familiar name at the end of the catalog.
He paused and suddenly looked up at Edogawa Sachiko who was standing in a daze by the window not far away. Sachiko noticed his gaze and looked at him quietly, as empty and quiet as ever.
"I can be sure that he didn't write it," Ranpo said.
"……so……"
"Yeah, that name sounds awesome, right?"
Even though he was reading it backwards, Edogawa Ranpo was able to accurately point out the line of small words.
"Fortunately, "The Return of Inaction"
"That guy secretly claimed a new name and prepared a third way for himself. Ranpo felt that..."
Edogawa Ranpo's voice suddenly became softer, keeping it at the lowest volume that could be heard by both of them in a whisper:
"He is the most dangerous one (of all the Dazai Osamu)."
"Time" is trying to create a new superpower.
Can you do it?
Qian Jianmu urgently knocked on the world consciousness of the Bungou world. After the Bungou world sent him out of the main world, it was already in a state of being in a state of doing whatever it loves and being busy organizing its own parallel world every day.
After receiving his message, Wenhao World replied very quickly, and it was transmitted in a compressed package that was completely different from Fox.
In fact, there is only one sentence in it after deleting a few sentences.
"Only he in this world can do this."
Because of his bug abilities, bug physique and bug singularities, Dazai Osamu has actually become some kind of incomprehensible existence in this world. By constantly exploiting bugs, he successfully became an existence "outside the world" just like Qian Jianmu.
Are you a bug spirit? This works too!
Qian Jianmu was speechless, but he thought about it and realized that supernatural powers are not something that can be realized as you wish. If Dazai Osamu wanted to create the supernatural powers he wanted exactly, he would definitely not be able to finish it in one or two books, so forget it.
Seeing his painful expression, Edogawa Ranpo chuckled and laughed quietly to the side. Sengenmaku looked at him helplessly for a while, feeling subtly complicated.
The two people were still laughing when footsteps suddenly sounded not far behind them.
Edogawa Ranpo raised his eyelids, took a look, and smacked his lips.
"Oh no, we may not be able to go back together tonight."
"Eh? What happened again?"
Along with it came the voice of Mitsuyo Kakuta.
"Mr. Ranpo, the Special Ability Division called and said one of their members behaved abnormally while investigating Aomori. We need you to go over and take a look!"
"I knew something was going to happen!" Edogawa Ranpo stretched out his hand, and without any hesitation, he placed Kakuta Mitsuyo's documents on the table for Sengenmaku to see together.
Chikanmaku saw the member's medical information at a glance.
"Ango Sakaguchi"
[Resume]: Aomori special investigator, lost contact a week ago and was found unconscious in Aomori low-risk area.
Symptoms: Mental confusion, manifested as impaired cognition of time and place. Nervous and tense, suspected to be some kind of PTSD.
Current treatment: Tranquilizers.
...Ango Sakaguchi?
"Don't let him have the chance to use his abilities. Throw away all his clothes and accessories related to Aomori. Put him in a straitjacket. Wait two weeks before letting him use his abilities again."
Edogawa Ranpo said in one breath, but just after he finished speaking, he sighed and looked very bored:
"I see. When will they arrive?"
"…Eh? The Special Power Agents Class will be downstairs in half an hour! I'll accompany you!"
"No need, Mu Jun can just come and accompany me. Fortunately, I have prepared..."
Edogawa Ranpo muttered, took out a backpack from somewhere and pushed it to Chimamuku. Chimamuku looked at it for a while and then put it on his back helplessly.
Mitsuyo Kakuta, who was standing on the side, watched the plot as if it was being played at double speed. She was silent for a moment, and finally found something to complain about, and couldn't wait to speak:
"Mr. Ranpo! When did you prepare your luggage?!"
"I've already prepared it, and I'll be back tomorrow. I'm not bringing clothes with me!"
Qian Jianmu unzipped his backpack, which was almost bursting with snacks stuffed together, ranging from potato chips and biscuits to jelly and chocolate bread. He closed it quietly and silently.
It's really worthy of being called Ranpo.
Seeing the big bag of snacks, Mitsuyo Kakuta opened her eyes wide in horror.
"Where did all these snacks come from, Mr. Ranpo! I know I won't tell the president, so don't look at me like that!"
"Plan ahead for a rainy day. Plan ahead for a rainy day. You still have a lot to learn!"
Sengenmaku picked up the teacup, looked at Kakuta Mitsuyo's amusing expression, and slowly drank a cup of tea.
This is the first time we officially meet, Mitsuyo Kakuta.
The compatibility with the Armed Detective Agency is pretty good. How about also giving Mitsuyo Kakuda from the main world to the Armed Detective Agency?
Speaking of this, he shifted his gaze again and looked at Edogawa Sachiko.
The delicate girl with a high ponytail was curled up on the sofa with a blanket covering her, as if she was sleeping.
...It's a little strange, but how is it strange?
He frowned in confusion.
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