Dazai was not oblivious to Hyakki’s growing unease. The person lurking around Hyakki was a multi-talented ability user with strange and ever-changing powers, much more difficult to deal with than the little dwarf.

His goodwill towards the “benevolent god” had hit rock bottom.

Was this person determined to push Hyakki to the brink of collapse?

“If you can hear me…”

Dazai fed Hyakki the food he thought tasted good. Hyakki obediently opened his mouth and ate, his cheeks moving under the half-face mask as he chewed, facing Dazai as if the entire world only revolved around him. Having seen the world for what it was, Hyakki gave one of the pillars of his heart to Dororo, whose love became his driving force for seeking happiness.

“Please open your eyes and look at him. What he needs is not well-intentioned condescension.”

Dazai gently brushed the tip of his chopsticks over Hyakki’s lips. Hyakki instinctively curved his lips into a smile, his facial muscles moving. If he had eyes and a nose, he would surely look extremely handsome.

It was a smile that sought light in the darkness.

Fragile yet radiant.

The white cat jumped onto the table, moving lightly and silently, looking up at the scene of their interaction.

“He can trust this world for just a bit of love.”

“If you can’t help him…”

“Then please stay away from him. Don’t destroy the resolve Hyakki holds in his heart.”

Under Dazai’s seemingly heartless words, the white cat’s tail flicked, complying with the advice and temporarily leaving the Port Mafia. It intended to chase the Hound of Tindalos back to a world billions of years ago, using a timeline of over a hundred million years to keep the two apart, making it run endlessly.

The Hound of Tindalos felt a flash before its eyes.

The pink-haired human from earlier had turned into a white cat???

Returning to the present, the white cat transformed back into human form. Kusuo stood above the skies, looking down on the Japanese islands. He had gathered almost all the information he needed; all that remained was to earn Hyakki’s trust.

Kusuo glanced at his “affinity meter,” a superpower that displayed the inner feelings he read through telepathy in the form of an affinity score. Initially, Hyakki’s score was very high, nearly the maximum for a stranger. But once he showed him the cityscape of Yokohama using telepathy, the score plummeted and was now at an unbearable low.

**Good grief, who told me to owe you a favor, causing your mental breakdown once.**

**Longing for love, huh…**

**The only way to make up for it is to heal his body. But I don’t have healing powers. The best approach is to gain his trust first and then try to lift the curse.**

While pondering this, Kusuo “teleported” to a secluded area in Yokohama.

From what he understood, this was the place where Hyakki first traveled through time.

Pink-haired high schooler raised his palm.

In a surge of obscure temporal waves, the space within a radius of fifty meters underwent a reversal in time, transporting him back exactly four months to the moment just before the spacetime black hole was about to disappear.

“This is the spacetime passage to another world.”

An indescribable hound protruded from within, its body twisted and indescribable.

Its “tentacles” suddenly aimed to pierce Kusuo!

Kusuo’s protective shield shattered with a resounding crack, echoing like nested Russian dolls. Inside his shield was another shield, and the newly refreshed shield moved faster than the hound’s attack, successfully pushing towards the spacetime black hole despite the hound’s biting speed.

Kusuo moved a bit slowly, dragging along a frenzied dog on his leg.

“Good grief…”

“This feeling is indescribable… It’s like dragging a piece of spacetime on my leg.”

“It’s even clingier than when I was a child.”

The god of the second dimension, using his perfect physical prowess, directly confronted the Hound of Tindalos and crossed into the spacetime black hole, leaving behind two strange footprints dragging forward on the ground.

Once inside,

Kusuo removed the inhibitor, unleashed his full power, and delivered a spacetime-level flying kick.

“Go.”

“Pikachu, being too clingy isn’t good behavior.”

A hole immediately appeared in the spacetime black hole, kicked to an unknown distance.

Kusuo arrived in the forest where Hyakki had disappeared.

The radiance of divinity once again descended upon the world.

Hyakki, the blind monk living in the world of “Dororo,” trembled all over as he looked into the distance. Beyond the flames of human and demonic life, he saw a vast and brilliant pure white sun descending into the mortal realm.

“The benevolent god… has descended…”

Sunk in the world of demons and evil beings, could humanity be facing a new turning point?

Yet as humans prayed to the gods, they overlooked one thing — the true son of heaven sent to save the world had long been born. It wasn’t Kusuo, who crossed through spacetime, but Hyakki abandoned by his blood relatives, bearing the heavenly mandate to defeat demons, wandering outside. How could he save this malicious world?

At the edge of a forest, in front of the door of a thatched hut, lay cultivated land.

The land had been abandoned for some time, untended, overgrown with weeds, deserted…