Hyakki didn’t wait for his “father-in-law” to get angry; he quietly watched Mori leave.

When he encountered Dazai again, his happy emotions bubbled up like bubbles, almost overwhelming Dazai.

“Dororo’s father even held my hand and put it in Dororo’s hand! Round it off, and it’s like my father-in-law has acknowledged my feelings for his daughter and allowed me to pursue Dororo!”

Now that he had called him by name, the chance of calling him wrong was slim to none. He felt like he had found his way in his future girlfriend’s family, even if she was the daughter of a bandit.

Great.

This villainous father-in-law was much friendlier than he had imagined. Was it thanks to Dororo? Surely Dororo must have said many good things about him, or else a regular family wouldn’t have accepted him.

Hyakki wasn’t a person with low self-esteem, but years of mental suppression made him lack confidence.

If the Time Travel Department was a bit more reliable, he wouldn’t be in such a miserable situation!

Once he recovered all his organs, he would have the chance for happiness. He wouldn’t care if the Time Travel Bureau was willing to take him back; with his abilities, he could completely root himself in the ancient world and survive.

Life presented him with a second choice…

“What are you laughing at? You’re as strange as Mori, don’t let him stray you.”

Dazai’s favorite thing about Hyakki was his pure will. He didn’t care about anything else because Hyakki would never betray him.

He placed the cup of water on the table, and Hyakki reached for it and took a sip.

This scene reminded Dazai of their first meeting, Hyakki drinking water by the river. Back then, he drank water from the contaminated river, but now he could drink normal drinking water.

Time passed peacefully.

No one was irreparably tragic.

Dazai thought to himself, “Even his hair looks shinier.”

It was a shame that this illusionist didn’t become a beauty master. How many girls would ask for his help in cosmetic surgery?

Without paying attention, Dazai’s hand was caught by Hyakki again, and the illusion disappeared. Hyakki was oblivious to his appearance, it didn’t matter that he had lost his tongue; he just wanted to be with “Dororo”.

Dazai sighed, feeling the pressure on his slender shoulders that he shouldn’t have at this age.

“Hyakki…”

“Can my sense of aesthetics still be salvaged…”

In his ears, he faintly heard Yumeno calling out childishly, “Big brother puppet is so cute!”

Uh-oh.

It seemed like he was getting used to it.

After Hyakki got his right leg back, one of the prosthetic limbs was successfully removed and placed in Mori’s clinic as a collection item – probably the world’s only prosthetic limb of its kind.

Among the other two people, Dazai was the first to wake up.

Mori and Dazai had a private conversation for a while. Although he didn’t get Dazai’s consent, his attitude toward the harbor gang softened a bit. He no longer looked at Mori with the disgust of a former leader, because Mori showed a positive attitude toward changing the current situation in Yokohama.

Of course, in private, compared to the scum level, the former leader couldn’t compare to the current one. Mori was a terrifying boss who could smile and talk about assassinating the former leader and usurping power.

“I don’t want to stay in the clinic anymore, it’s filled with Mori’s scheming aura.”

Dazai helped Hyakki put his mask back on. Between taking it off and putting it back on, something worldly seemed to have been let go.

Hyakki didn’t lament the loss of his tongue. This world was too magical, with demons, evil spirits, and people with special powers. When he wasn’t fighting demons, all he needed to do was follow the person he liked.

Life didn’t need too much consideration…

The two figures disappeared from outside the clinic.

Inside the clinic, Rikodu awakened, rubbing his aching head as he laid eyes on a repulsive man in a white coat.

“Who are you…”

“I am just a barefoot doctor, practicing medicine to save lives.”

“A doctor?”

Rikodu looked around but found no loopholes; this was indeed a clinic.

“Excuse me… have you seen my two companions?” Unsure of the danger he was in, Rikodu lowered his voice to ask the man, receiving a clear answer from Mori.

“Oh, you mean the two boys about your age? They were more seriously injured than you appear to be. I’ve already treated their external wounds and they’re resting in another ward.”

Mori happily watched the blue-haired youth, frightening the outside underworld, and suddenly ran towards the indicated ward.

Bonds existed everywhere.

This was indeed a teenage era.

A few days later, Nakahara did a couple of small favors for Mori to repay his kindness. Returning to Leibo Street, he found the Sheep Organization’s base vandalized, with not a single member of the Sheep remaining there to wait for him.

He learned later that the GSS had taken away the boys and girls of the organization, and the rumors on Leibo Street disappeared, no longer spreading jokes about Pengele’s tenth generation. The latest rumor was that Nakahara had close ties to the incident that destroyed Leibo Street years ago, making him a real monster.

Nakahara closed his eyes and let out a tired sigh.

“A monster is just a monster.”

The orange-haired youth squatted on the steps of the base, burying his head in his knees, arms blocking his sight. Passersby dared not disturb this gravity manipulator, their eyes filled with fear and dread.

The impure power within him originated from Kyoju’s vomit, making him almost a walking god of the wasteland.

Humans fear gods.

Isn’t that natural?

With this squat, he just…