I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

“@￥%%......(It’s KOKO-chan......I’m experiencing a new way to die~)” Dazai’s throat was so constricted that he couldn’t make a sound. His expression was strangely relaxed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Zhu Yu stood under the crooked neck and observed for a while, then suddenly realized: This must be a new way of swinging discovered by Dazai.

That's incredibly creative; players can't even compare.

Seeing Dazai's legs swinging back and forth, Zhu Yu immediately became interested, took out a rope from her backpack, tied it to the crooked tree, and with her superb agility, hung up as well.

She kicked the trunk of the crooked tree, sending herself flying high into the air. In her mind, she declared that she was much more agile than Dazai.

Hmm... I'm having trouble breathing, and my health is dropping a bit too fast...

Zhu Yu thought peacefully.

"Aaaaaaah! What are you two doing?!"

A sharp, loud bang suddenly came from the street not far away, as if someone had stepped on a cat's tail.

The next second, the crooked tree was kicked in half and snapped in half. The two people, losing their support, fell to the ground and rolled over together.

Covered in dust and dirt.

On this ordinary afternoon, Chuuya Nakahara returned to the Port Mafia after completing a mission. As he walked on a street not far from the Port Mafia, he felt a chill run down his spine for some reason. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw two familiar people hanging together.

Chuuya: "......"

His eyes went dark.

Fortunately, he rescued them in time, and both of them only had a ring of marks around their necks.

Dazai muttered to himself, his sarcastic remarks ultimately ruining his plans.

Chuuya was so angry that his forehead throbbed. He angrily berated Dazai, saying that Dazai had not only committed suicide by hanging himself, but also dragged KOKO-chan down with him, corrupting others.

"So... Dazai wasn't swinging on a swing?" Zhu Yu said with some disappointment after hearing this.

What a novel way to swing!

The two, who had been arguing fiercely, fell silent at the same time.

Chapter 185 is very simple

Chuuya hesitated for a while, then brushed the dust off her clothes and told her not to always copy what Dazai was doing.

Sigh... How can anyone feel at ease knowing that someone could do something like this without even realizing it?

Chuuya rubbed his hair in frustration, glared at Dazai fiercely, and told him to hurry up and go back to the Port Mafia instead of spending his days doing nothing.

Dazai ignored him and went to squat next to the "remains" of the crooked tree, mourning that the perfect hanging spot he had found had been ruined by the violent little slug.

Chuuya: "...Nisunai!"

Fortunately, the phone rang, preventing a street fight from breaking out.

Mori Ougai waited for Chuuya to report on the mission, but found that he had not arrived at the Port Mafia on time, so he called to inquire about the situation.

"Sorry, Boss, on the way..." Chuuya suppressed his anger, glanced at the two "culprits," paused, and said, "I encountered some unexpected situations, but they have been resolved. I'll be there soon."

Since Mori Ougai was still waiting for him, Chuuya didn't want to delay any longer and left in a hurry.

The sky was a faded blue-gray, as if covered with a thin layer of dust, stingily refusing to let in a single ray of sunlight.

It was winter in Yokohama at that time.

Zhu Yu and Tai Zai walked along the frozen riverbank, and the red marks around their necks had disappeared thanks to the healing items they each used.

Dazai remained quiet the entire way, his eyes lowered, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them. He walked slowly, his shoes scraping against the frozen ground, making a monotonous sound.

After what had just happened, Zhu Yu suddenly forgot what she was supposed to do, so she followed the Grand Tutor to see what he was going to do.

The trees along the roadside had lost all their leaves, their bare branches stretching out towards the sky, with a few shriveled fruits hanging from the tips, making a "crackling" sound when the wind blew, like a patient coughing softly.

"I wasn't swinging on a swing," Dazai suddenly said, breaking the tense atmosphere.

His voice was soft, and the white mist he exhaled drifted into the cold air.

Zhu Yu kicked a pebble by the roadside: "Hmm, Dazai isn't swinging on the swing."

Players already know!

Dazai paused, turned his head to look at her, his eyes as unreadable as the frozen lake they had just passed.

He looked up at the leaden sky, the wind whipping the stray hairs on his forehead.

“Look at this winter,” he said, his voice tinged with weariness. “The wind is so hard to bear, breathing is so hard to bear, everything is so hard to bear.”

"The whole world is like a frozen stone, hard and lifeless. People are trapped in a giant ice coffin, even their heartbeats feel tiring. Rather than slowly suffocating in this ice coffin..."

The indistinct ending sound faded away.

Zhu Yu stared blankly at Dazai, who had stopped, and suddenly remembered that she had come to ask Dazai for help.

But... Dazai doesn't seem to be in a good mood right now.

Zhu Yu's gaze fell on the Taizai's nose, which was red from the cold, and it made people feel cold just looking at it.

Look, the child is so cold he's vomiting black mud.

Zhu Yu quickly took off the scarf from her neck, wrapped it around his neck, and tied a knot without caring about how it looked.

The wool scarf Mrs. Nakamori had knitted for her still carried her body heat. Wrapped it around Dazai's cold neck, warmth instantly spread.

(A player tried to go out in a short-sleeved T-shirt in the dead of winter, but after half an hour, he found his health bar dropping rapidly and he had a "Cold" debuff, so he behaved himself and is now wrapped up tightly...)

Dazai stiffened, looking down at the scarf around his neck that carried the other person's scent, then looking up at Zhu Yu. His eyes held something else, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously loosened. Although it couldn't be called a smile, the tense lines had softened considerably.

"I'm not cold." That's what he said, but he let the scarf bunch up in a soft circle around his neck, his pale face sinking into the scarf. After a while, his body warmed up considerably.

She blinked, looking puzzled, and poked his arm. "Aren't you cold?"

It's outrageous! Why is it okay for NPCs to wear such thin clothes, but players can't?!

Dazai, poked by her, dodged to the side, pursed his lips and remained silent, as if covering something up, and changed the subject, saying, "Okay, okay, KOKO-chan clearly had something to ask me, right?"

"It's not too late to say it now."

Zhu Yu's attention was successfully diverted, and she honestly told Dazai her demands.

Of course, she didn't forget that asking NPCs for help requires giving them some items.

She stared at the black overcoat he wore so often and thought: Dazai has too little skin, so let's give him a coat.

As soon as I opened the backpack, a piece of clothing appeared in the top row of compartments.

The clothes were a gift from an NPC a few days ago after I completed a certain task. They look pretty good and suit Dazai perfectly.

She took out her clothes and stuffed them into Dazai's arms.

"for you."

A light gray striped kimono, made of thin fabric, with a clean and neat cut, and fine, even stitches along the edges.

Dazai Osamu subconsciously stroked it; it was linen, more suitable for summer wear.

Seeing that Dazai was lost in thought, she added very seriously, "Dazai will look really good in it, I'm really looking forward to it."

Tsk tsk tsk, why doesn't the game give more skins to the pretty NPCs...?

Players have to give it to them; what a shady game (pointing fingers).

Dazai froze, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly beneath his scarf, the white mist from his breath blurring his vision. He saw himself reflected in Zhu Yu's pupils—a pale version of himself wrapped in a scarf, yet now he seemed to be scalded by the light in those eyes.

"How cunning." He lowered his head and hugged the kimono even tighter. "...Alright then."

"I had intended to die this winter, but the kimono you gave me is perfect for summer, so I'll live until summer."

Zhu Yu stared at the pop-up CG and fell into deep thought...

I didn't say that sending a piece of clothing would have this effect.

Of course, she eventually got the strategy she had been longing for.

As a player who understands sustainable and balanced development, she always asks for help from both sides in turn.

After all, you can't keep taking advantage of one sheep indefinitely.

Although one player didn't want to admit it, if they didn't treat everyone equally and kept going to one person, the next time they went to the other, they would be questioned by the two people with different reactions, asking who they really trusted the most... Players who found this difficult to handle quickly [reloaded their save].

And this major crisis in the main storyline is just the right time to go find Ranpo.

*

Ranbu looked with satisfaction at the small cake that Zhu Yu had pushed towards him.

He forked a large piece and put it into his mouth without any hesitation.

"It's very simple." He licked the powdered sugar from the corner of his lips, his emerald green eyes slightly opening. "If you want to save more people—"

"Just want this chaos to end."

Chapter 186 Aversion to Cold

The Port Mafia has officially entered the fray.

Other organizations have also realized this.

The Port Mafia's "Mastermind" and "Gravity Master" frequently appear together, with the former controlling the overall situation with absolute strategy and the latter crushing all defenses with overwhelming gravity.

The two cleansed up countless enemies for the Port Mafia, and once created the miracle of "destroying the enemy organization and its stronghold together in one night". Since then, the name "Double Black" has become famous in the underworld.

The fact that the Port Mafia has "Double Black" is enough to make rival organizations wary, but who would have thought that "Senra Onihime," who was originally in charge of backup defense, would be transferred to the front line.

From then on, she transformed into a sword hanging over the heads of all living beings, its sharpness slicing through the throat of the entire inner world.

Yokohama's nights haven't been this quiet in a long time since the protests began.

The Port Mafia's black mansion stands in the city center, like a sharp blade plunged into the earth. And the name "Senra Onihime" is the coldest glint of light on that blade.

Gradually, some people began to call her a "natural disaster".

Where she walked, the waving vines moved as if they were alive, leaving only the figures of the enemies who collapsed.

With a gentle raise of his hand forming a hand seal, all hostility vanished into nothingness.

No one can defeat him, and no one dares to defeat him.

The scales of victory have tipped in favor of the Port Mafia, with all organizations either passively or actively joining in.

Finally, seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the Special Abilities Division with Supernatural Abilities ...

Tatsuhiko Shibusawa enters Yokohama.

*

"Sir, isn't it a bit hasty to send Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to end the war...?" Sakaguchi Ango, an undercover agent sent by the Special Abilities Division to the Port Mafia, was now filled with doubts about his superiors' decision.

"That 'Calamity' from the Port Mafia seems to possess the strength of a Transcendent, having once repelled 'Assassination King' Verlaine. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko isn't a Transcendent yet, so dealing with him might be..."

Commander Taneda stood by the window, watching the tranquil and peaceful night view of Yokohama illuminated by the lights.

Faced with Ango Sakaguchi's words, he pondered for a moment and then sighed softly: "Those people above the Special Ability Department are getting anxious."

"Those two transcendents are still in Yokohama, and especially at this tense moment, their sensitive nerves have been touched."

"This move is to show everyone that they still have chips to play at the table."

Ango Sakaguchi clenched the documents in his hand, a wry smile creeping onto his face.

At that moment, he suddenly understood the deeper meaning in his superior's words: the Shibusawa Tatsuhiko sent out was not for victory at all, but merely a show of force by those in power to demonstrate their not-so-sharp claws in front of those two true transcendents.

That was too hasty.

Or perhaps the Japanese authorities were so desperate for a transcendent being that bringing in Tatsuhiko Shibusawa was not without the intention of enhancing his strength.

After all, Yokohama, a place with many people with superpowers, is perfect for him to use his abilities.

Commander Taneda's fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm slow and heavy, like some kind of veiled countdown. Outside the window, the outline of the Port Mafia building loomed faintly in the night.

The Port Mafia... they're not to be underestimated.

“Sakaguchi-kun,” he suddenly spoke, his voice low, “if possible… we need you to get close to that ‘calamity’.”