Chapter 88 About Curiosity
"It's been a long time, Mr. Camus."
The Lobotomy Corporation's anomaly retrieval personnel were none other than Meursault, the humanoid anomaly Camus had adopted.
Camus looked a little older than before due to the passage of time. The young boy silently looked at his superpower, which had changed his appearance. He was no longer wearing the same unchanging black suit.
When facing Meursault, Camus even had the illusion that the bird that had turned into an egg had come to life, with clear yellow eyes covering his head and the same eyes covering his clothes.
Even the lantern he was holding looked like a hammer. Oh no, his superpower had been assimilated by that bird.
However... Meursault didn't show any signs of being mistreated; he remained expressionless and taciturn.
The silent superpower approached its current owner, and the two exchanged a few words in hushed tones. Then, the superpower, generally considered to lack humanity, began to manipulate the small room-like device that housed the bird eggs.
X, who had already adopted a humanoid robot, turned to Verlaine, the new person under his guardianship who was considered to lack humanity.
Camus suddenly had a bad feeling. "No way! What are you going to do?!"
To be honest, X didn't know much about the blond man in front of him. His only impression was of his relationship with Rimbaud. The superpowers of this pair were simply amazing. They were like two living mods.
One office worker has automatically disappeared, while another has an endless supply of execution bullets. If we could recruit him into the company, a wonderful life would be beckoning to the manager.
Unaware that his head of the office was registered as dead, and even less aware of the complicated relationship between the two, the supervisor attempted to use Rimbaud to lure in an "execution bomb."
“You want to see Rimbaud…” He had only uttered the name Rimbaud when the blond man opposite him, whose lips had been curved in an upward smile not long ago, fell. But before Verlaine could ask what “X” meant, Camus noticed something was wrong.
"Do you know Rimbaud?"
The manager, who had been interrupted, assumed that Verlaine, an old friend, had discussed Rimbaud with Camus, and readily replied, "Yes, I know him. He currently works for my company."
"Atillonbo?"
The miniature Beyonder with brown curly hair made sure to say the full name to avoid any confusion between this Rimbaud and the other Rimbaud, although he knew the possibility was extremely small, since there was only one Rimbaud connected to Verlaine.
"He's still alive... Oh, I see. Did he mention me to you?"
His slightly drooping eyelashes gave his otherwise clear cobalt blue eyes a hint of gloom. The Norse god's tone was emotionless, or perhaps he had no emotions at all.
Verlaine never truly understood Rimbaud. Since he remembered everything, why didn't he report back to him and reveal the truth about the explosion? Especially... why didn't he return to his country?
Camus was exchanging information about Rimbaud with a man of average physical condition, who was even somewhat weak, trying to glean some intelligence from him. Finally, he asked to meet with this colleague who had "come back from the dead."
X, observing the small Camus before him, kindly reminded him: "Mr. Camus, do you remember that train that traveled through time?"
"Rambo is currently in another world; you can understand it as him not being in the same time as us."
"You're from that world too? That's why you appeared from Paul's supernatural abilities?"
X nodded: "However, my employees and anomalies are still in that world, and I have to bring them back. If you want to see Rimbaud, you can wait for him to return, or... you can come with me?"
Camus suddenly fell silent. After all, the experience of the last time he traveled through time was unpleasant, but a transcendent who had not died was also important.
"Is it the same train as last time?"
X immediately noticed the psychological trauma left on this unfortunate transcendent by the last incident and quickly waved his hand: "Last time was actually an accident. This time we are using the company's internal stable coordinates."
After all, they never intended to cross the world from the Black Forest, so of course they needed to create a stable passage to connect the two worlds.
*
Two Dazai Osamu's men, trained by Lobotomy Corporation, successfully captured the White Kirin that was secretly releasing the fog and gave it a good beating. When the fog dissipated, not only was the gate to the Black Forest gone, but the giant bird was also gone, and most importantly…
“I think I just saw the supervisor,” said the slightly shorter Dazai Osamu.
“I think I saw it too. There was someone with him,” Dazai Osamu of this world gestured with his hand, “someone this tall.”
“That’s Senior Cabbage,” Dazai Osamu sighed, holding the sacred document. “He’s the only one in their company with white hair who tied his hair up. The problem is, where did the manager and he go?”
Haha, the supervisor got lost with the God of War! Great! They're hopeless! Maybe we should give Shibusawa Tatsuhiko another beating for releasing fog for no reason!
The two exchanged a glance. Bai Qilin, whose physical skills were mediocre and who was sandwiched between two anti-superpowered individuals, returned to the company to see if there was any solution.
I thought the supervisor's disappearance was quite serious, but the gray-haired man, who was about the same age as Adam, the supervisor in charge, didn't show any surprise at all, as if he already knew about it.
Indeed, Abram knew that X had returned to his original world, where time was completely frozen, and Adam had already told him this through the small group.
“He’ll be back soon,” Abram answered the employees’ questions, but he had another doubt. They didn’t come back on their own; there was also a white-haired young man who had been “kidnapped” back by two teenagers. “Who is he?”
The blindfolded child: "Those who want to cause trouble."
The child in the black suit: "The culprit behind the manager's disappearance."
Having been beaten up and brought back covered in dust, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said, "I need to contact the Special Abilities Division."
...
The bald-headed chief of the Special Abilities Division did not come alone; he was accompanied by Mori Ougai, the current leader of the Port Mafia.
"Dazai-kun, it's been a long time..."
He looked left and right between the two Dazai Osamu, and finally chose the one that looked more like a monster. He originally intended to pat him on the head, but when he met the still rotating bright yellow eyeball on it, he could only pat him on the shoulder. He really didn't want to know what that strange eyeball felt like.
Another brown-haired boy in a black suit scoffed in boredom, lowered his tiptoes, and suddenly became much shorter than the other boy.
Mori Ougai found his student and looked him over. The environment was completely different from the one he had seen last time. He looked at the gray-haired researcher who looked very much like X with feigned surprise.
"Who are you? Where is Mr. X? Is he not here?"
Mori Ougai was clearly asking a question he already knew the answer to. If he hadn't known that X had suddenly disappeared, he probably wouldn't have come today. But X had mysteriously vanished without leaving behind a corpse that had been killed by his own ability, which was something worth investigating.
"He went back, I'm filling in."
Abram was feeling rather listless after being probed by strange people for no apparent reason. He just wanted to be alone in peace and quiet, and it would be even better if he could stay in the construction department.
"Did Mr. X say when he would be back...?"
The answer is immediately.
X not only returned on his own, but also brought two French people and Angela with him. After returning to the company, he was punished by his secretary. After all, in this world where no one can control him, he can do whatever he wants and go to bed whenever he wants.
When he first emerged from the teleportation device, Angela initially mistook him for a suitcase that had been teetering on the brink of death after a long night of work. But upon closer inspection…
In short, the manager, who was almost physically punished by the secretary, willingly brought along the smiling Angela, hoping that Adam could manage the company well without his assistant.
Whether it's due to the different flow of time in different worlds or something else, a long time has passed for them, but the geniuses here are faintly shining.
It is early morning.
Before Mori Ougai could even finish speaking, the person who had disappeared pushed open the door and walked in, bringing with him someone who looked so familiar he couldn't be more so. If he hadn't been certain that the person who claimed to be Nakahara Chuuya's older brother was still holed up in the basement, he would have thought it was his own kid who had run away.
Is this another isekai (another world)...? And where did X get so many random people from?
Abram breathed a sigh of relief when he saw X and Angela; the person in charge had returned, and he could continue setting up the stall.
After a brief exchange of glances, Abram made his exit. X sat in Abram's original spot and saw a somewhat familiar white figure.
He remembered...
"Tatsuhiko Shibusawa?"
His impression of him wasn't particularly deep, mainly because this person's superpower was incredibly disruptive to work and somewhat uncontrollable. However, he seemed to have been beaten up on the ground, looking filthy.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. X, but we hope you can understand. After all, that door-like thing looks really ominous, and we're afraid it might threaten the safety of the citizens."
The bald officer interrupted X's attention from Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, emphasizing that this person absolutely could not be allowed to have any problems, as he was their only seed for transcendence.
Taneda Santouka had tried his best to ignore the two people, one big and one small, who were observing a strange device in their hands. He recognized Verlaine, so he couldn't let Shibusawa Tatsuhiko attract too much attention.
“You mean the gate to the Black Forest? It’s alright,” after all, it was just a strange bug incident, “it won’t happen again.”
The big bird and the little bird, Tallbird, are now living in two separate worlds. The Black Forest event will never be triggered again, especially since he's been provided with a perfect execution bullet mod. Why would he care? He'd be more than grateful.
Angela had quietly taken over the branch's system, and Rimbaud had been summoned by her to meet his true old friend. There, the Frenchman who had been looking at the strange things had become three.
Gradually, the two Dazai Osamu were also attracted and squeezed in together.
The three people who were talking were all confused. X thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what was there that was worth so many people watching.
Curious, just very curious.
But the people over there had perfectly blocked what was being observed. Rimbaud and Verlaine were responsible for blocking the top, the two Dazai Osamu's blocked the bottom, and below that was Camus, who had turned back into a child.
Mori Ougai and Taneda Santoka both noticed X's absent-mindedness. They also saw the situation over there and knew there was nothing more to say, so they both took their leave.
As they were leaving, the officer of the Special Abilities Division turned his head slightly and saw the black-haired youth who had eagerly approached them as soon as they stepped out. He couldn't help but sigh to Mori Ougai, who was walking beside him, "He's still a young man after all."
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