Chapter 47

The devil's words were like a death warrant. When he turned around and prepared to return to the Port Mafia, Kono Seiryoshi suddenly felt powerless.

The world was spinning in front of his eyes, and when he came to his senses, he was already half-kneeling on the ground, covering his mouth and coughing violently as if he wanted to cough out dirt.

My vision was completely dark, and my other senses seemed to have lost their function. It took me a long time to smell the slightest hint of rust.

His special ability was still working. Others could not see the blood seeping out from between his fingers. In the eyes of others, he was still normal, but he suddenly bent over and started coughing violently while walking.

Hirotsu Liulang, who came to monitor the transaction, was standing closest to the boy and reacted the fastest. "Mr. Kouno!" He quickly helped the boy up, his expression mixed with surprise, murderous intent and anger, "——Is this a trap set by the demon?!"

Kono Seiryoshi slowly stood up, his eyes sweeping across the various data on the system interface. His physical condition had dropped to a precarious 20 points, but his attention was not there.

[Remaining supernatural energy: 10%]

I have been budgeting carefully over the past year, so it is inevitable that I spent 5%, but the rest should be enough, and every bit is a token of my appreciation.

"…It's not the demon's fault," he wiped the blood from his lips calmly, revealing a faint smile, "Maybe I caught a cold in the middle of the night. Sorry to have worried you."

Guangjin Liulang breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the young man in front of him had always been in poor health, so he accepted this answer and said, "I'll take you back."

After returning to the Port Mafia, Seiryoshi Kono was sent directly to the medical department for another physical examination.

The result, of course, was nothing - thanks to his special abilities, his inspection report was so perfect that it could be put on display right away.

The doctor didn't know what to do when all the indicators were normal, and could only tell him to have a good rest.

Kono Seiryoshi agreed on the surface, and then locked himself in the office for the whole day.

In the system space, he watched all the records of his arrival in this world from beginning to end, from the perspective of an outsider, just like watching a movie.

At first he was alienated from everything around him, not sure whether it was a game or reality, and just wanted to finish his mission and go home.

Now that it is really almost over, I can't describe the feeling in my heart, no joy, no sadness, but a calmness that I didn't expect.

"Before, I always thought things were too simple and too optimistic."

“Failure is inevitable.”

Kono Shengliang gently twisted the data stream, and the bright green light quickly flowed out from the fingers. His consciousness no longer needs to be disguised, revealing a touch of melancholy and confusion.

The ball of light approached him silently, and the soft feathers of its wings seemed so light that it seemed like there was nothing at all.

Soon, Kono Seiryoshi regained his spirits. He patted the system's wings gently and said, "Once I have arranged the last things, the mission of saving the world line will be completed."

Two months have passed since the casino business was handed over to Akutagawa. From being clumsy and unfamiliar at the beginning to gradually getting the hang of it, Akutagawa has made rapid progress. At least people don't have to worry about whether he will get angry one day and use Rashomon to renovate the casino.

Another time-consuming and laborious task was arranged a year ago. Seira Kono had a premonition that the "container" would not last long, so he secretly contacted Ango Sakaguchi not long after Dazai Osamu defected.

The resume was in the hands of the government agency, so even Ango, who was in the special power department, couldn't do anything about it. So Kono Seiryoshi cheated and used his special power to secretly replace several names on the file.

In order to minimize the energy consumption, he did not involve others, thinking "Maybe Dazai can start a new life sooner", he replaced the main instigator of some of the events with himself. Anyway, he had nowhere to go except the Port Mafia, so it didn't matter how much his resume was modified.

Knowing that the probability is very low, Seira Kono still wants to fulfill his promise with Dazai Osamu.

But such a trivial wish may not be realized.

As for Chuuya...he was filled with an indelible sense of guilt. Perhaps the best arrangement would be to run away from home quietly before dying, like a kitten or puppy, and spend his last moments in a place unknown to anyone.

Speaking of which, Seiyoshi Kono was also very distressed. He made many promises along the way and tried hard to fulfill each of them, but in the end he found that the harder he tried to do it, the more impossible it was to achieve it.

It's a curse that is the exact opposite of a supernatural power.

The cracks in the "container" gradually increase. Even if the appearance remains the same, the sudden dizziness, uncontrolled imbalance, frequent sensory failure... these cannot be hidden.

He was admitted to the ward again, but unlike the previous times, Kono Seiryoshi was able to suppress the news himself.

When Mori Ouwai came into the room, he was sitting quietly in front of the window stroking the cat.

This calico cat is indeed a very human-like being. It seemed to have sensed that the person next to it was running out of time, so it came over on its own initiative without the need for Xiaoyu to coax it.

It lazily leaned on the table, allowing Gongye Shengliang to stroke its fur over and over again without getting tired of it, with the tip of its tail wagging slightly.

In the silence of the room, it was Kono Seiryoshi who spoke first: "Mr. Mori, there is something I should thank you for."

The gentle voice resounded like thunder in the room: "If the previous leader died of natural causes, the last thing he did before he died must have been to order my death."

For the previous generation who had already fallen into madness at that time, no matter how terrible the price he paid, he would definitely completely destroy what he could not get.

As if he hadn't noticed Mori Ogai's sudden drop in attention, Kono Seira looked down at the calico cat licking its paws and said to himself, "But the previous generation didn't know that even if I used my special ability, his wish would never come true."

After a while, he looked up at Sen Ouwai and smiled slightly, "What about you, Mr. Sen, what would you do if you got the 'book'?"

Sen Ouwai put his hands behind his back and remained silent.

There is only one answer. After he killed his predecessor and became the leader of the Port Mafia, he had no way back. He was a slave of the organization. For the safety of Yokohama and the prosperity of the organization, he could sacrifice anyone, including himself, when necessary.

"I bear the responsibility of the leader, and from now on I will no longer expect others to understand me." Mori Ogai slowly walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. "Over the years, the port mafia has continued to grow and encroach on the darkness of Yokohama, proving that the optimal solution is indeed feasible."

In fact, from the Aramachi incident to the mimic, everything went as he expected, except for one thing that was beyond his plan.

The leader of the port mafia would not and could not have any regrets, but when he was freed from the constraints of his identity, Mori Ogai inevitably felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

He stared into the boy's eyes and asked, "What do you really want to do?"

Will he defect like Dazai-kun, or take revenge on him, or - although it's unlikely - will he want to stay in the Port Mafia?

"This..."

Kono Seiryoshi seemed to be stumped by the question and lowered his head to think about the question seriously.

At first, he just wanted to work hard to get promoted and stand at a higher position to search for the whereabouts of the "book"; later, he deliberately ignored the task and simply wanted to live out this life that was given to him like a miracle; later, he realized the unrealistic fantasy and chose a suitable place to stay for his eventual departure.

As for what I want to do now...

"Mr. Mori," his eyes were inappropriately pure, even to the point of being somewhat naive, "I want to go outside and get some fresh air, just for a while."

The long sound of the ship's whistle echoed throughout the night sky, gradually fading away.

Nakahara Chuuya's coat was draped over his shoulders, the hem of his coat fluttering in the wind. He held his hat with one hand, looked up at the half-tilted moon overhead, and asked casually, "What time is it now?"

"It's fifteen minutes to midnight, Lord Zhongyuan."

It’s already so late... Nakahara Chuuya exclaimed in his heart.

He jumped down from the dock and shouted to his subordinates behind him: "You guys go back to the headquarters and report. I have something else to do."

A resounding "yes" rang out behind him, and Nakahara Chuuya strode forward to find the motorcycle that had been parked at the port in advance. After walking a few steps, he saw the black lizard who came to help outside the parking lot.

"The mission has been almost completed. Sorry, you made a wasted trip." Nakahara Chuuya waved his hand casually.

The leader, Guangjin Liulang, nodded calmly and greeted him. The belligerent young men behind him did not have such a strong concept of hierarchy. After hearing that there was no fight to be fought, they all showed disappointed looks, but they soon noticed other interesting things.

"Master Chuuya," one of them said with a smile, "Who are you going to see in such a hurry?"

Before the ochre-haired officer's face flushed, Guangjin Liulang coughed lightly to stop the others from asking further questions: "You guys, go to the dock and count the goods first."

The team members accepted the order reluctantly. The man who asked the question just now was unwilling to leave like this. Before leaving, he winked and gave a cheering gesture to Nakahara Chuuya.

"...Tsk, you all seem to be quite idle." Nakahara Chuuya complained while gritting his teeth.

He stepped over the motorcycle and before starting, he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Guangjin."

"During the time I was away, I heard that you were at the headquarters." He paused subtly, and when he spoke again, there was a barely perceptible hesitation in his tone, "Um... Is Gongye okay?"

Guangjin Liulang's expression changed slightly.

Outside the port mafia headquarters building, Kono Seiryoshi stood on a slightly higher ground. He was wearing very thin clothes, but he didn't seem to feel cold. The light in his gilded eyes flickered in the moonlight and neon lights.

From here you can see the sea in the distance.

Alice stood two steps behind him. The little girl's beautiful and neat golden hair was messed up by the night wind. She bit her lips tightly and made no sound.

Mori Ogai also stood aside, silently staring at the people in front of him. He had a vague premonition of what was about to happen, and dismissed all his subordinates. Now there were only three of them here.

He remembered what Seiryoshi Kono said to him before leaving the ward.

"I have no right to judge whether the 'Three-Moments Concept' is good or bad, but I agree with one point." The boy turned his gaze to the window. The coastline under the Bay Bridge was winding and beautiful, and the Ferris wheel was spinning slowly, but he could not see anything in it.

He whispered, "This is indeed a very beautiful city."

Such a beautiful city, and the countless people who work hard to live in it, whether they know each other or have never met each other, what they miss and what they owe, I am fortunate to witness it with my own eyes.

But he could not live to see the day when true order was established.

Kono Seiryoshi came back to his senses. He lowered his head and smiled at Alice: "Alice, do you like flowers?"

The girl clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, not knowing whether to nod or shake her head, her sapphire eyes filled with tears.

Kono Seiryoshi let go of his hand, walked forward a few steps, and slowly half-sat on the ground. The location was not chosen on the helipad on the roof of the building but here, because it can be closer to the ground.

He stretched out his hand and integrated the last of his supernatural power into the ground, just like a plant taking root in the soil. They were naturally compatible and became one the moment they touched.

The sea of ​​flowers that filled the horizon suddenly blossomed.

The city responded tenderly.

The white light filled his eyes, and Gong Ye Shengliang could feel the container breaking, not breaking into pieces, but like a drop of water merging into another drop of water, a beam of light disappearing at the end of another beam of light. *

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone calling his name in panic.

He couldn't see anyone or anything, and when he opened his mouth to respond, he found that his voice also melted into the light.

It was not a good start and a blank ending. After being given hope, the most important thing was taken away. Only when he was left with nothing did he suddenly realize that the gift of fate had already been secretly marked with a price. *

Surrounded by fragments of past memories, he closed his eyes.

[Energy reset, results being determined...]

[The result has been corrected, the world line repair is complete, and you will be logged out in three seconds]

[Three, Two, One - The copy is permanently closed]