Chapter 37
When Rokudo Mukuro left this world, he could clearly feel his soul being extracted from it—a very strange sensation. When he opened his eyes again, he heard a familiar voice.
"...As expected of Mukuro-kun, he's truly amazing."
The world consciousness tried to express its excitement in a plain tone.
Rokudo Mukuro straightened his clothes, quickly realized what was going on, and said somewhat speechlessly, "You mean, I really saved the world?"
The world consciousness continued to praise: "Of course, you did a great job."
Rokudo Mukuro fell into deep thought. It turned out that he had not guessed wrong at first. The "literary giant" in that world who shared the same name as the literary giant was a person of great fortune, and they had a deep connection with the world.
However, in this world, he encountered neither any danger nor anyone like Bai Lan who wanted to destroy the world.
And just like that, without any fanfare, you succeeded?
At first, he thought he had failed.
Rokudo Mukuro tentatively asked, "I don't think I've done anything special." He had merely undermined a few people and satisfied his plan to cultivate a literary master.
“Of course you did something very important.” The world consciousness immediately explained to Rokudo Mukuro: “In that world, almost all the great writers abandoned literature for martial arts.”
Rokudo Mukuro was taken aback. Almost all literary giants abandoned literature for martial arts, so did that mean their literary works no longer existed? This should be a great thing for Sawada Tsunayoshi, that academic failure.
Given his state of mind when he was in school, he wished all subjects would disappear, leaving his mind blank and stagnant.
However, the thought that almost all literary works would be missing is quite unsettling. After all, even if someone doesn't specifically seek out literature, they should still have some fragments in their mind. If they all disappeared… it's somewhat frightening.
The World Consciousness entity was also somewhat speechless, truly baffled by what had happened to that world. Almost all of the world's greatest writers had abandoned literary creation and devoted themselves to armed struggle, and most of them were involved in illegal and criminal armed organizations.
"The power of literature is immense. It can guide people to understand reality, explore the future, and look back on history, enabling us to understand and appreciate the world more deeply. Without literature, the world would ultimately face destruction."
Although Rokudo Mukuro, a man of vast knowledge but little artistic talent, didn't understand, he could still manage to comprehend it. The world cannot exist without literature.
"You led Ryunosuke Akutagawa down the path of literary creation, thereby encouraging more people to follow him. So the world is saved."
Rokudo Mukuro nodded thoughtfully and said with satisfaction, "It seems I did a really good job."
The world consciousness loudly proclaimed, "Of course, you have successfully saved a world."
"Alright, stop praising me, I'm going back." Having successfully figured out how to save the world, Rokudo Mukuro immediately turned on him; he still had to go back and supervise his friends' studies.
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"Finally graduated!" The dog held his freshly issued diploma, almost bursting into tears. Heaven knows how much they had suffered for this diploma.
As experimental subjects raised in laboratories from a young age, they never received any formal education. They were simply raised like animals, provided with blood when needed and offered themselves up as experimental material. They never received any systematic training. Being able to recognize a few words was considered a sign of intelligence.
After finally escaping, Inu was forced by Rokudo Mukuro to learn all sorts of textbook knowledge. For Inu, who was naturally averse to being restrained, this was incredibly difficult. However, his god Mukuro didn't care about such things. After completing the relevant training and specific tasks, Inu also had to learn textbook knowledge, and he had to learn every single thing.
What's even more frustrating is that their respected Master Mukuro is not satisfied with the normal learning pace and often forces them to learn advanced material ahead of time. This has resulted in the empty-headed dog miraculously obtaining his junior high school diploma at this age.
For ordinary people, this seems simple, but for a dog who is naturally active and impatient, it took him a lot of hardship to get this diploma.
Chigusa, standing to the side, pushed up his glasses with his finger, looking at the dog who looked like a complete slacker, a hint of disdain on his face. How could someone as intelligent as him have such a companion?
"Inu, don't get so excited. Besides, you're getting too excited too soon. After junior high, there's still high school. Given what Master Mukuro expects of us, he'll probably even ask us to go to university."
Chizuru rationally analyzed Rokudo Mukuro's life plans for them. Over the years, Rokudo Mukuro not only cultivated their survival and combat abilities as members of the mafia, but also kept a close eye on their studies. It is not hard to see that after receiving their junior high school diplomas, new challenges await them.
Chisuke, with her steady personality and obvious intelligence, accepted everything and even held onto her expectations.
Even so, as he gently stroked the graduation certificate in his hand, the smooth texture and striking lettering evoked an indescribable emotion within him. The life he was living now was something he had never dared to dream of before.
After hearing Chigusa's words, Inu, who was on the verge of tears from excitement, finally let her tears fall. "And high school...and university..."
"I don't think I have the intelligence to do it..."
After leaving the lab, the dog, who had gradually become confident and arrogant, began to belittle his own intelligence, which clearly showed his fear of learning.
A beam of light reflected off Chisuke's glasses, and he said in a very calm voice, "You can say that to Lord Mukuro, it's no use saying it to me."
The dog was completely deflated. He could complain to Chigusa, but he definitely wouldn't be able to say a word in front of Mukuro-sama.
Moreover, he only made a few verbal complaints; he didn't actually not want to learn.
After all, this was a life he never dared to dream of before.
What is there for him to be dissatisfied with?
When he actually stands before Lord Mukuro, before Lord Mukuro can even say anything, he will probably—no, he will definitely—swear an oath to ensure that he studies hard.
The dog was very self-aware. Chigusa, who was standing nearby, also knew the dog very well and could tell what he was thinking at a glance.
Dog: "...Where is Lord Mukuro?"
"He should be at home."
The dog excitedly said, "Then let's hurry back and show our graduation certificates to Master Mukuro."
Chizuru sighed and followed. "Let's go buy some things first. We don't have much food or snacks left at home."
"Okay, and also the chocolate that Lord Mukuro likes the most, buy more of it."
"..."
The sunlight shone on the two of them, making them look exceptionally energetic. At first glance, they looked just like any other students, possessing all the qualities that normal students should have.
You would never guess that they are vibrant flowers that bloom from being rooted in darkness and mire, absorbing blood as nourishment.
Meanwhile, Rokudo Mukuro was quite relaxed.
Since returning to his original world, his life has become exceptionally leisurely.
There were only a few things he had to do: first, supervise Chigusa and Inu's studies. Perhaps it was because he was so authoritative, but every time he just stood in front of them and smiled slightly, even Inu, that slacker, would obediently study and try his best to meet the requirements he set.
Secondly, in addition to their studies, they would take Chigusa and the others on missions to improve their own strength. Even though they had escaped the Avengers' Prison in this life and completely concealed their whereabouts, unforeseen events could still occur, and who knew what dangers they might encounter.
During his missions, he also fully utilized his compassion. If the target was a heinous criminal, he would mercifully send him to hell to atone for his sins; if it was a group crime, he would also mercifully kill only the target, and send the rest to the Vongola and Avengers prisons to boost their performance.
As for tasks that don't warrant death, sorry, he doesn't take those kinds of jobs.
Gradually, the three of them took on more and more missions, and their success rate became frighteningly high. They also made a name for themselves in the other world.
Sometimes when he sleeps at night, he will contact Chrome and that brat Fran in his dreams.
The remaining time is all yours.
His leisurely lifestyle has made him completely unwilling to move. As he gets older, he just wants to lie down and do nothing.
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