I, Zhongli, Wander the World

Zhong Li is very clear that although [Dazai Osamu] seems to be so broad-minded that he only knows how to **** dragons during the many days of getting along, but no matter what, he is still the one who repressed the forces of Yokohama by means of iron and blood, and even brought down the port. The leader of the Mafia's expansion to all of Japan.

The heavy identity of "port mafia chief" weighed on him one day, and he couldn't get rid of it for one day. His words and deeds and even a small daily hobby have to be covered up in every possible way. How could he relax his strictness to himself just because the object is the main world?

Those who inquired about the mafia who came to assassinate, the affiliated world [Akutagawa Ryunosuke] who hoped to find his sister, were both the child's silent inquiry and a well-informed temptation.

Will Mr. Zhongli scold me for doing such a thing?

Will Mr. Zhongli protect me like the "I" in the main world?

Will Mr. Zhong Li treat me and "I" as two different individuals?

The child was so cautious and full of contradictions that he not only hoped that his "self" in his mind would have the same feelings for him, but also did not want him to be a substitute for "self" and had almost duplicated feelings.

In that case... let's use some extraordinary means.

This is part of the reason why Zhong Li not only did not resist but instead pushed the boat when he realized that someone wanted to kidnap him.

And the effect of doing so is obviously quite significant.

"Hey, calm down." [Nakahara Nakaya] sitting in the co-pilot looked at [Osamu Dazai] in the back row with a gloomy face through the rearview mirror, "As long as those people are not really brainless idiots, Until Hong Kong and the black side get enough benefits, that Zhongli... sir, will be fine."

[Osamu Dazai] He lifted his eyelids a little sullenly, and then realized that the bandage on his face had been removed as early as the little gentleman's request earlier, and he couldn't help but feel a little worse.

"Ah, I know, of course I know." He said in a tone that was almost indifferent, "Because I know..."

Of course, Mr. Zhongli would not be in any danger. Instead, those foolish kidnappers need to worry about their own safety. 【Osamu Dazai】What really bothers you is not whether those idiots have been petrified.

He knew very well that this was Mr. Zhongli's response to him.

Just like the litmus that later learned the meaning of the inscriptions after inquiries. The shrunken gentleman was trying to tell him: [Your existence is the miracle of this world. 】

But because you are so tolerant, I don't know what to do...

【Osamu Dazai】suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had already suppressed all the surging emotions in his eyes.

"Zhongya, contact the Intelligence Department and use all available means to find out Mr. Zhongli's trace in the shortest possible time." [Osamu Dazai] said softly, and after [Central Plains Zhongya] responded, he went back to Added a sentence: "Take this as a positive provocation to the port mafia, and all those involved in the kidnapping are dead or alive."

"Yes."

It wasn't until this moment that the young leader, who had been acting as gentle and innocuous as a cat in front of the little gentleman, really showed that he was a predator.

As the leader's orders were carried out layer by layer, the behemoth named "Port Mafia" was like a beast awakened in the dark, and it moved slowly and unquestionably.

At the same time in the main world, the battle has entered the white-hot stage.

Dazai Osamu shot the rubble that came towards him, shuttled between the rocks with agile steps, and quickly approached the white-haired power user standing on the top of the stone man, and was suddenly stretched out when he was about to arrive. The stone stopped and had to retreat to avoid the attack.

"It's really troublesome..." Dazai Osamu smacked his lips in annoyance even though he had expected it.

For most capable people, his nullification ability [Disqualification in the Human World] is like a nemesis, plus the force value he has been mentioned now, to be honest, except for the top one, it can make Dazai Zhizhi There are very few who are helpless.

But few doesn't mean none.

Just like the surgically transformed inhuman bodies of the hounds, like the "co-devour" ability user who mixed the virus into the blood so that [Disqualification in Humanity] was completely ineffective, and like the man who manipulated soil and stone in front of him. White-haired supernatural beings.

Ivan Goncharov, the name that the other party told him when he introduced himself just now, the supernatural ability is called [Cliff], and from the current appearance, it is the ability to manipulate rocks and sand.

If Osamu Dazai is given the opportunity to touch the opponent, this ability will be instantly invalidated, but if the opponent has been strictly guarding him, then his influence on these rock creations will be quite limited.

After all, those stones were only manipulated and assembled together by the opponent, not created out of thin air with supernatural powers. He could invalidate the supernatural power of manipulating rocks, but he could not nullify the solid rock that had already been pressed over his head.

"That 'Majin-kun' really found a person with the ability to restrain himself. He always told me to hit me on the head with a big rock." Osamu Dazai, who was almost covered by the falling rocks again. He patted off the sand and stones between his hair, "But since we are so strict, it means that at least I'm not looking in the wrong place."

At that time, when Wutiao Wu was recruited, it was on their way to track the human-shaped curse spirit. Now, in the information location of "the location of the co-devourer" provided by Bram, it is also full of people who were changed by the curse spirit. Mutant humans.

"You're right, that coward is indeed here." A silky, mad voice sounded from above his head, Dazai Osamu sighed helplessly, and skillfully ducked to the side, the place where he was standing was indeed covered with a huge Rock hit.

"—But, but, you have no chance." Goncharov, who was standing above the rock man's head, smiled strangely, "You can't defeat the master, and I won't give you the possibility to cross this line of defense. sex, you can only watch your companions die in despair, adding a humble whimper to the master's ideal world."

"Ah, how sad, how . . . blissful."

He was clearly talking about cruel things, but the man had a sick smile on his face. Osamu Dazai's eyes swept over the bandage on the man's head, and then he showed an expression that pretended to be enlightened.

"Your tissue has been removed." The black-haired youth smiled mildly, "If the tissue that perceives pain is removed, there will be only false happiness left in life, but the opposite will be a decline. Immunity and various complications, as well as a high risk of dementia... Your 'master' would rather choose this endlessly troublesome method than to appease your pain, and is he worthy of your respect?"

"...Master's actions are of course incomprehensible to people like you." The corners of Goncharov's exaggeratedly raised mouth dropped slightly, "Ah, I understand, it is precisely because there are worms like you in the world, That's why the master's ideal cannot be realized. If I kill you here..."

"As long as I think of the scene where the master praises me, I am extremely happy!!"

Following his frantic words, the boulder in the rock giant's hand was also slapped at Osamu Dazai like a fly at the same time.

"Hey, I knew it was unreasonable to talk to mad believers." Osamu Dazai, who was shrouded in the shadow of the boulder, spread his hands helplessly, and then smiled again.

"However, time is enough."

The black-haired youth stretched out his hand straight to the slapped boulder, and at the same time, a huge roar sounded from far to near.

"Ah, that's right." In the chaos, Osamu Dazai's voice sounded clearly, he tilted his head and looked at Goncharov through the cracks in the rocks, as if reminding kindly, "Although you see me as if It looks like I'm fighting with you...but, I'm pure brain power, okay?"

"I would be very distressed if the means I used to protect myself were used as a way of fighting."

The huge rock slammed on Dazai Osamu's open palm with inertia. Even with the incomplete blessing defending, the black-haired youth still groaned, and there was a faint blood oozing from the bandages wrapped around his arms.

But on the contrary, the nullified power was transmitted through the contact with the rock. Since it was Osamu Dazai who raised his hand to touch, the rock didn’t even have time to let go, and the nullified power was transmitted directly to the rock giant through the rock. .

The huge rock man disintegrated in an instant, and Goncharov fell from the top unexpectedly. The white-haired man was about to re-manipulate the rock on the ground to catch him, but in the next second, he was thrown to the ground by a roaring shadow.

"What...?" The mouth with fangs was less than ten centimeters away from his head, and the stench of saliva dripped from the mouth of the mutant human. Just as the fingers moved, the fragile ankle was stepped on.

"what!"

The ineffective supernatural power was transmitted through the ankle, and Osamu Dazai, who was smashed by a pile of falling rocks to his forehead and bleeding, wiped away the blood that had almost flowed into his eyes, and turned to look at the figure running over with a vampire on his back, panting.

"You did a good job, Little Sigma." Osamu Dazai waved his hand with a smile, "Anyway, I'm still a little enlightened, this time's 'emergency' is very timely."

It's not that Osamu Dazai is incapable of solving the troublesome rock giant, but if he just tries to get hurt and forcibly touches it, Goncharov can condense a new giant again before he can attack. harm.

At this time, an external force is needed to take advantage of the fleeting gap to attack suddenly.

Sigma, who is basically a weak and ordinary person, can't do it, nor can Bram, who doesn't even have the ability to move. but……

Vampires transformed from mutated humans out there that have been killed can.

Even if you can't completely control it, as long as you guide it when attacking, it can work wonders.

"Okay, next..." Osamu Dazai looked at the vampires who suppressed Goncharov from sight, and smiled lightly, "I hope that spell spirit likes the new work based on his work. ."

"boom!"

With the sound of a gunshot, the last guard outside the stronghold also slowly fell to the ground. The young leader who personally took the gun to the front line slowly lowered the barrel of the smoking gun in his hand, and walked towards the stronghold at a leisurely pace, with the top cadre closely guarding him.

Immediately, a subordinate stepped forward, holding a gun and taking the lead to open up a safe path for the leader. [Osamu Dazai], who wrapped the bandage back on his left eye again, revealed the coldness in his right eye, which seemed to be soaked with a silver blade.

As he walked, the jet-black coat turned a surging black tide behind him.

This stronghold is obviously not used very often, and there are even slight cracks in the old walls. At this time, the sky was already a little dim, and the ceiling was broken in some places, and a dim light was sprinkled, illuminating a small piece of ground floating with dust.

【Osamu Dazai】Observing the traces on the ground, he walked straight to an inconspicuous room.

He pushed the door in.

The room was surprisingly clean, and even the breeze when the door opened didn't raise much dust. [Osamu Dazai] walked in slowly with [Nakahara Chuya], and he could clearly see the scene in the house by the light of dusk.

In the small room, petrified stone statues stood scattered in various poses, and several people fell unconscious on the ground. In the center of these stone statues, the little boy didn't even mess up his clothes. He even held an old hardcover book in his hand. His eyes looked at it quietly. Even the blood-red dusk couldn't hide the bright gold. .

For a moment, [Central Plains Zhongya] even saw a fleeting vertical pupil from those inhuman pupils.

This should obviously be an extremely dangerous scene, but [Central Plains Zhongya], whose duty is to protect the leader, is inexplicably unable to take precautions.

He watched as his leader walked forward silently, then squatted down beside the little boy, carefully holding the other's hand.

"It's time to go home, Mr. Zhongli." The young leader said softly.