Chapter 36 Thirteen Days of Part-Time Work
I must say, this is beyond the scope of the curriculum.
The Fyodor problem is beyond the scope of this topic.
This is practically equivalent to Mr. Kobayashi—the one from the publishing house—saying to me, "Mimori, quit being an editor and go write."
Once again, I long for the system to have a pause function so I can have a proper discussion with it first.
Unfortunately, it doesn't work.
But at the same time, I've come to a clear understanding.
I was so stupid. Really.
How could the underground prison of Organization No. 7 be just a sickly, beautiful boy? I actually didn't think it through and just believed Fyodor's good-looking face and frail body.
Clearly, on this floor, besides me, there isn't a single simple person.
I was so stupid. Really.
God knows how quick my little brain was when I was talking to Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru, how hard it was to polish the words in my mind, and how fast my thoughts could probably generate electricity.
I thought I would finally stop thinking about anything, stop having to think and deal with things, stop having to hesitate and ponder repeatedly, which was more tiring than fighting a curse.
My new inmate status doesn't even require me to do anything; I just need to coast through life.
As a result, Fyodor pulled this stunt and dropped a bombshell, which startled me so much that I sat up in shock from my deathbed.
I had to think and guess what he was going to do, ponder and hesitate about how to answer, weigh and judge what I should and shouldn't say.
This is still based on the fact that I understand Fyodor much less than I understand Dazai Osamu.
Oh my god.
Let me rest.
I'm exhausted.
Do you understand the concept of "draining the pond to catch all the fish"?
Fyodor asked me again, "Do you want to leave?"
His tone remained very calm, without any questioning, but that meant I had no time to remain silent.
"If I said I wanted to, Fyodor, do you have a way to do it?"
"But your eyes say you don't, or."
"..." Then why did you ask me?
"Okay, I don't want to."
I'm too tired to keep going.
Even with the combined buffs of Gojo Satoru and Edogawa Ranpo, I might not dare to escape from the underground prison of Organization No. 7.
“But you’re not the kind of person who completely abandons freedom and ideals. You shouldn’t be locked up here for the rest of your life—in this deep, rotten underground, living like a rat in a sewer,” Fyodor said.
He'd be a good speaker—I thought to myself, rather inappropriately.
Fyodor just now looked as if he were the only wise man in the world, speaking alone on a stage without spotlights.
"Or, we are not wrong, and being imprisoned here does not mean we are wrong. — Because the world is wrong, and we should not bear this sin."
I called him very formally: "Fyodor".
"Um?"
"You have a magical speaking style, you'd be perfect for a pyramid scheme. If you actually manage to escape from prison, you could try developing this business."
Fyodor: "..."
I need to modify what I just said about Fyodor being good at communicating with Nakahara Chuuya. He's not only good at communicating with Nakahara Chuuya, but also with Dazai Osamu.
I almost suspect that Fyodor and Dazai Osamu may have studied under the same language master, as their speech is too persuasive and inflammatory.
If I didn't know my own limitations, I would have agreed.
Can I ask you a question?
He tilted his head: "What?"
"Assuming—I mean assuming, assuming the escape actually succeeds, Fyodor, what are you going to do?"
"My goal is very simple: to cleanse and purify the world of evil and to liberate people from sin."
"..." As expected of you.
He looked up at me and said, "For this reason, I want to create a world without people with superpowers."
I:"????"
"Fyodor, are you saying what I understand to mean?"
Fyodor blinked: "I think that last sentence only has one meaning."
I:"……"
I have never heard such a grand request in my life.
In all the previous times, wasn't it just a simple request from my boss?
The most demanding upper limit was what Mr. Fitzgerald expected of Manhasset to become one of the top companies in Yokohama.
...Why are you foreigners in Yokohama getting more and more demanding?
"I need to think about it," I said.
I suddenly realized something—surely I'm not going to create a world without people with superpowers with him?
This isn't just slightly beyond the scope of the curriculum; it's seriously beyond it!!
I quietly asked the system: "[Is this development okay? Did you accept the wrong order?]"
[I also feel like there's something wrong, host.]
"[What should I do? Refuse?]" I said.
The system hesitated slightly: [Is this okay?]
[I'm asking you! Although I've never refused before, this time is different; this doesn't meet the "unless absolutely necessary" clause.]
[No, host, I'm worried about what will happen if I refuse.]
[...You think so too? Like, what if they're silenced or something?]
[That's right. And there's another important point.]
[What? ]
[Unable to log out of the current account at this time.]
I know, it's because there's surveillance.
[No, it's because your true form... is in a state where you cannot accept the return of your consciousness.]
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