It happened almost instantly.

The black "air" that had been eroded into a large spherical empty area due to the mutation of Nakahara Chuuya was now torn open with a huge rift, as if something extremely huge had suddenly penetrated through it.

But Dazai Osamu saw with his own eyes that the man in the lilac velvet tuxedo simply waved his cane once, and the golden head of the cane flashed, dividing the strange black substance like Moses parting the sea.

If that were the case, Dazai Osamu might not have been so cautious in re-evaluating Roald Dahl's fighting ability.

That seemingly random attack directly found Nakahara Chuuya who was looming in the black mist.

But that seems to no longer be what we call a human being.

In other words, simply calling such things human metamorphosis only highlights the paleness and poverty of words and language.

It is not something that can be directly observed with the naked eye, nor is it something that can be heard or described.

The human soul cannot reach such a height. No matter how smart the brain is, it will be as smooth as a peeled macadamia nut in this situation, and will be shattered into pieces in an instant by the information that penetrates into the mind like a sharp cone.

Of course, all of the above is usually only applied to unlucky ghosts like Kaionji Suyou and Dazai Osamu who can see heights that humans themselves should not reach.

Dazai Osamu's special ability exempted him from some of these situations, allowing the young man to immerse himself in the chaotic universe of emotions for a while, and then he was quickly pulled back to the surface by his ineffective talent.

However, the hormones that the body had previously been induced to secrete compulsively were still playing a role everywhere in the body. Dazai Osamu was both awake and unconscious. These two completely different states existed in his body and maintained a perfect balance, as if it was a natural principle.

Emotions rise and fall like the tides, sometimes making people feel ecstatic, as if only pleasure and happiness were left in the world, and sometimes falling to the bottom, as if being completely swallowed up by the twisted and turbulent black lava.

The place where he was thinking became a battlefield. Dazai Osamu came up with this metaphor in this state between clarity and chaos. He was like a bystander watching all the strangeness and miracles that were happening to him.

But as if he was already accustomed to all this, or as if he himself was one of these heretics, the movements of the young man who was standing with his back to Dazai Osamu were still smooth as usual when facing Nakahara Chuuya, who was in this situation directly. He was not affected in the slightest.

However, Dazai Osamu was not surprised by this situation. After all, being able to calmly launch such a strong attack on the inhuman things in front of him was itself an incredible thing than that huge aggregate.

Dazai Osamu recalled the information about the man in front of him, a hidden message that was on his mind at this moment.

"The Land of Wuyou..." He repeated the name in his mind, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then quickly lowered.

Dazai Osamu took a half step back and slightly turned sideways to avoid direct visual contact with the dangerous source of pollution. After watching Roald Dahl's wonderful performance just now, he was not so worried about Hara Chuuya for the time being, although he himself might not admit it.

The young man in a light-colored windbreaker leaned weakly against the wall of black mist at the edge of the spherical space. He did not really put his weight on this "wall". After all, it was just a piece of mist with a visually deceptive effect.

He just needed to strike a sufficiently relaxed posture to allow everything he wanted to think about and explore to be laid out more clearly before his eyes, at any moment he needed it.

This mysterious organization has a lot of information in a blank state. The only member we know about now is Michel Ender, who has been very rampant in Japan, especially in Yokohama, and the man in front of us.

The information at the moment was still too little. Dazai Osamu put his hands in his pockets, but his expression became abnormally relaxed.

He was temporarily unable to infer the true purpose of the Utopia with such scarce intelligence, but he was able to make an organization that had remained silent for many years

They are willing to expose their existence, so it is certain that they have a certain purpose.

The most important thing is to infer this purpose, which will in turn facilitate the subsequent profiling and analysis of this mysterious organization.

From then on, Dazai Osamu recalled the activities of the members of Utsuro no So in Yokohama. Apart from the existence of the "Spirit Summoning" forum that was completely out of control and existed like a supernatural event, what attracted Dazai Osamu's attention the most was the grand battle in Sojiji Temple.

Not only did the golden wish slips in Sojiji Temple disappear silently again, but even the surviving special operations team of the Special Ability Section were confirmed to have been brainwashed after being rescued to become valued believers of the so-called unknown and unrecorded god in the Utopia.

Although the surviving agents seemed to be no different from before except for their steadfast worship of the "God", it still caused a great headache for the Special Ability Unit. They could no longer trust these agents anyway.

The power of the Golden Lottery in the legend is closely related to making a wish, which is very similar to the ability of the boy who became the "King". If Michel Ende took the Golden Lottery, it would be a reasonable explanation.

However, it is impossible for Dazai Osamu to simply think that the Utsuro no Soi went to such great lengths just for a golden wish. He believes that this is the boy's personal behavior. In this case, the mission entrusted to him by the so-called "God" mentioned by the boy in the intelligence is very intriguing.

As for Roald Dahl's purpose, Dazai Osamu had some guesses. There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. It is absolutely impossible for him to give away a factory that can bring such huge profits without asking for something in return.

It has to be said that before these five golden tickets appeared, Dazai Osamu had not seen the mafia around the world so excited for some time. Being able to attract the attention of the Black Organization was already a big deal, not to mention that there were also people from the Clock Tower Servants and special consultants from MI6.

Regardless of the true purpose of the Utopia, one thing is certain: the world of mafia and psychics in the dark has gradually been disrupted by this mysterious organization.

Dazai's intuition told him that this so-called "God" was the one who controlled everything. Whether he simply wanted to take advantage of the situation to make a profit or to achieve some more ulterior purpose, it was very tricky in a sense.

There are also many doubts about Chuuya Nakahara's rampage. According to his previous experience, Gravity will only cause the situation just now when the supernatural power is used excessively. Roald Dahl's calm and almost leisurely attitude is also suspicious.

Dazai Osamu's doubts were within his expectations during the Kaionji Tour, but this was also one of his goals. The more other people's ideas could be used, the smoother his plan would be.

Traveling back to Haiyin Temple, I observed everything in front of me from Roald Dahl's perspective and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Nakahara Chuuya can almost be said to be the most oppressive demon he has ever seen, although it remains to be confirmed whether the young man has really completely transformed into a demon.

Although its appearance could no longer be described in human language, and the words that constituted the essence of Chuuya Nakahara could no longer be expressed with its vocal cords, the trembling outer skin of the spherical object sent vibrations into the air, emitting a continuous crackling sound like a balloon exploding.

A sharp sound came from an invisible hole, as if some young creature was expressing its emotions by crying at the top of its lungs.

Haiyin Temple Suyou was able to vaguely see the contents through the hole. In addition to the chaotically piled up flesh tentacles, there was also a black shadow that looked similar to a human figure.

That is where Nakahara Chuuya, the container himself, is located.

If Nakahara Chuuya has not lost his mind, then he can just reduce the appetite of the negative number of people before everyone leaves here. However, since the thing hidden in the young man's body is uncontrollably restless, he has to take another approach, a simple but more effective approach.

"What do you have in mind?"

Having just finished his thoughts, Dazai Osamu went on to continue

He asked with great interest as he watched Roald Dahl take off his hat and tailcoat and put them aside.

"It's a very time-saving and space-saving method, although the means of execution are a bit inelegant." The man straightened his collar, slowly picked up his cane, and answered politely.

Before he finished speaking, Dazai Osamu's feet were hanging in the air.

The young men in light-colored windbreakers were being transferred, and as they left their original location, the black mist beneath their feet, which was more like a solid object, was corroded into a circular hole.

Elsewhere around them, more holes were forming, as if converging into a gigantic beehive.

But this time, Dazai Osamu did not see the attack, which made him purse his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.

However, the journey back to Kaionji Temple did not allow him to take in what Dazai Osamu saw. Nakahara Chuuya's current state is changing towards a more worldly state.

[Is this the beginning of the transformation?]

[I thought the ball just now was the final form, is there any more?]

[Just now, I felt something was wrong]

[Where where?]

[Cut to Dazai Osamu's perspective, oh my god]

[I want to say that word, but I hesitate]

[Forget it, I can’t help it, shit]

[Fuck]

[Fuck plus one]

[Help! It turns out, hey, Dazai can't see sometimes?]

[Grass (a kind of plant) I always thought that Dazai and Hai were the ceiling of clairvoyance, what is the origin of Chuuya's ghostly state?]

[Shit, shouldn’t I be asking who Roald Dahl is now? If I’m right, he’s the one with the best clairvoyance here.]

[It is now certain that Mr. Dale is the current ceiling of psychic ability users, but I don’t know if Brother Hai’s psychic range can reach this level]

[Even if Brother Hai can’t do it now, he should have a chance in the future. I remember saying that his clairvoyance ability is unstable and increases rapidly?]

[I don’t understand, but this is too scary. I feel like the ghosts and gods before can only be called younger brothers compared to Chuuya.]

[I'm looking forward to the fight between Mr. Dale and Chuuya]

[Same expectation, hope Chuuya can regain his sanity. Although this form feels stronger, it is not Chuuya at all.]

[Pray that everyone and the candy factory are okay]

When I saw a certain line in the bullet screen, Haiyin Temple was blank for a moment.

But after a short while, he calmed down quickly and continued to control the vest to fight against the ghosts.

The giant that emerged from the spherical embryo was larger and more evil than any he had ever seen in the sky over Yokohama. The red markings that symbolized power no longer shone like starlight, but turned into brilliant and bizarre galaxies that surrounded the limbs and torso of the "creature" that could barely be seen as an extremely huge humanoid.

That is the incarnation of the God of Wilderness. Even if there is no longer any faith in it, and only the incarnation of energy remains, it is enough to drive people into a madness that is enough to tear themselves apart.