Including me
"It has been a long time since we last met, Nakahara-kun, and of course Dazai-kun. I have been waiting for you for far too long."
As he spoke, Dostoevsky brushed a strand of hair from his face, which had been blown by the wind, and a friendly smile graced his perpetually pale face. He appeared completely harmless, but neither of the two people present would underestimate this opponent.
A mocking laugh came from Dazai's mouth, and he waved his hand in Dostoevsky's direction.
"I'm very sorry, I just couldn't help it. Actually, if Mr. Dostoevsky wanted to, we could easily meet much earlier without being chased by ordinary people, wouldn't we?"
"That was just a little trick to keep unrelated people from disturbing our conversation. You should understand, Dazai-kun. After all, we're the same kind of people, aren't we?"
Faced with Dazai's impolite mockery, Dostoevsky did not change his expression at all. The two of them were as if they were not on an empty rooftop, but in a place where no one could reach them, engaging in a battle without gunpowder.
"Okay, although I hate to admit it, we are indeed somewhat similar in some ways, although this makes me want to vomit right now. Chuuya, you've been working with this kind of person for almost a month? As expected, Chuuya's taste is still so incomprehensible."
"That's going too far, Dazai-kun. I've gotten along surprisingly well with Nakahara-kun. Of course, I still welcome you, Nakahara-kun, to join us."
After all, Nikolai likes you a lot, doesn't he? By the way, let me tell you a secret, it was actually Nikolai's idea to bring you here for a visit in the first place. I just adopted the idea, but later he actually gave you the pages of the "book," which surprised me a lot, and it was unbelievable, right?
[I almost forgot about this. Was Gogol already interested in Chuuya back then? So everything was foreshadowed after all.]
I had thought that Gogol giving Akutagawa the "book" was also Dostoevsky's doing.
[As expected, only someone like Gogol, who doesn't play by the rules at all, can break out of the script.]
[Little Zhong is in Hong Kong. The Mafia doesn't go anywhere else.]
We haven't done anything, so please don't suddenly accuse Xiao Zhong.
Chuuya's lips tightened, and Dazai's expression also turned sour.
"I will only be loyal to the port mafia."
"Oh dear~ It seems you failed to recruit him, just like Chuuya! I was the one who brought Chuuya into the organization, but he turned around and started wagging his tail for someone else!"
"Dazai-kun, you seem to have misunderstood. My invitation is also valid for you. I just don't want to become enemies with you. After all, it's better for me to be friends than enemies. After all, you are still quite difficult to deal with. I have heard about the prowess of the Double Black back then."
Dazai seemed to have thought of something, and began to complain with a somewhat indignant expression.
Dostoevsky pondered for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed to one of sudden realization, and he looked at Dazai with a serious invitation.
[This guy came from a Dostoevsky pyramid scheme, do you also have common topics with Akaza and Nobunaga?]
[Has Dazai still not let go of this after all these years?]
[This is hilarious! The way Dostoevsky is earnestly inviting me has a strange kind of dark humor to it.]
[But Dazai, think about how awful you were back then. You were practically planning to make Chuuya your personal maid, weren't you?]
Chuuya clearly shared the same view as the comments, and began to seriously reflect on whether his direct becoming the eldest sister's subordinate had such a big impact on him. However, he also thought of Dazai's shocking speech that he still couldn't forget. Sure enough, every beating this guy received had a reason.
"Although I'm very tempted, I haven't had any thoughts of joining an antisocial organization lately~"
"This is truly a regrettable thing."
Dazai spread his hands, but his expression said otherwise, though the person opposite him didn't seem to care to listen to what Dazai was saying.
"Alright, it seems we don't have much to talk about. Nakahara-kun seems to be getting a little impatient. So let's take a look at the surprise I've prepared for you!"
It seems that Dostoevsky has great confidence in the incredible thing he got with the "book".
This was the conclusion Dazai drew from analyzing the words, actions, and expressions of the mutated white rat opposite him, but soon Dazai would no longer need to analyze these things.
With a tone of mutual appreciation, Tuosi began to introduce himself to them, his voice seemingly wanting to make them understand why they died, yet also sounding like he simply wanted to show off.
"I have to admit, Nakahara-kun is really strong, so he will only become stronger in Dazai-kun's hands, like an invincible sword. I have really thought for a long time about how to deal with you and create the world I envision."
Tuosi slowly walked to the edge of the rooftop, his eyes filled with a rare and easily understood fervor.
In the sky, something emanating a terrifying, soul-piercing malice appeared out of nowhere. It seemed to have been formed from these things, but at its very center, there appeared to be something indistinct, enveloped by this malice.
It's like a black hole, greedily absorbing countless malicious things that fly in from this city to grow stronger and better.
"So I came up with a good idea. I'll amplify their dissatisfaction with the superhumans and the endless wars, and then use the little tricks I used during the day to stir up these emotions, making them realize the difference between ordinary people and superhumans. That's the source of the malice now, and you should have felt it by now."
Just listening to this, Dazai's frivolous smile vanished without him noticing, and Chuuya's brows furrowed.
However, at this moment, Tuosi no longer had anyone in his eyes. His gaze was fixed on the increasingly large black unidentified object in mid-air. He slowly unveiled his plan as if telling a story, his eyes filled with fervor and satisfaction, as if he were looking at a perfect graduation project born from his own hands.
"But that's not enough. These alone are not enough to contend with god-like power. Zhongyuan-kun is 'Huangba Tu', isn't he?"
So I started thinking about what power could counter it. I thought of the "book," but what I had wasn't enough. At the same time, I realized that this power couldn't be left in the new world, so I came up with a way that would satisfy both sides.
I used a part of the "book" in my hand as a trigger to let it discover this malice. It certainly didn't want the city to be destroyed like this, so it took the initiative to appear and absorb this malice.
All I need to do is write the instructions on the page of that "book" in my hand: destroy all the superhumans, and then take this thing that shouldn't exist in the world (the book) with me, and destroy it all. In the end, all evil will disappear into the darkness before the new world arrives, including me.
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