Not long after.

In their XXXth competition, Kusuo defeated the confident Kurumi and won the prize.

—Hyakki’s residence address.

After a brief moment of being taken aback, Kurumi burst into laughter. “As expected of Kusuo! Next time, I will definitely win. Let’s see who can kill that dog first. If I win, you have to kneel down and lick my feet!”

Kusuo: “…”

**Kurumi, are you no longer content with your delusions?**

He put the antenna-like limiter back on his head, teleported, and returned to his family home in Japan.

**I’m just a sixteen-year-old Japanese high school student. Although I have countless superpowers, I dream of living an ordinary life, watching my favorite movies and reading novels without having their plots spoiled by hearing people’s thoughts. My favorite food is coffee pudding, and I hate insects like cockroaches, which now can include that strange dog.**

**I have a pair of ordinary and naturally kind parents. My family is very harmonious, and I don’t always want to save the world.**

**Why do things always go against my wishes…**

Within Japan, a “sun” that dispels the darkness appeared.

The vast expanse of “sunlight” soared straight into the sky, illuminating everything around it. Unbeknownst to him, Kusuo’s life force had successfully revealed his location. His life force, resembling boundless white flames, caused Hyakki, who had just stepped out of the clinic, to forget everything and stare blankly at the sky.

For the first time, the white sky replaced the darkness in his heart.

His inner eye “brightened.”

It felt as if his soul was about to weep, mourning the departure of the night and welcoming the arrival of the day.

A miraculous sight that shouldn’t exist in the fictional Warring States period, the descent of a god, had appeared in this world.

“……”

“…… Hyakki, aren’t you leaving?”

“……”

“Hyakki? What do you see? Why are you always staring at the sky?”

“…… God……”

The black-haired doll-like boy uttered this Japanese word in a daze, a word he had always fantasized about in his heart.

It was a life force that could only be described as radiant and magnificent, like a deity!

Dazai was genuinely astonished.

His amber eyes tried to widen to see the sky, but he saw nothing special.

**God, please bless me in my quest to defeat the demons.** Standing on the sunlit island of Japan, Hyakki clasped his hands together and made a wish to the unique miracle he had ever witnessed in his life.

**”Dear God, please bless me, so that after I complete my mission, I can grow old with Dororo.**

**Dear God, please bless me…**

**Help me overcome difficulties.”**

Hyakki’s wishes were pure and sincere, as if he was grateful for a world that had not yet fallen into despair.

The arrival of this entity had swept away the shadows that had accumulated in his heart for fourteen years.

The world still had hope.

Dazai, after waiting for a while, inexplicably believed that Hyakki had seen the legendary god, who must be a benevolent deity, as it made Hyakki so earnestly wish.

He took Hyakki’s hand and noted that the Special Ability Department, based on recent transactions, had provided him with the location of Chibusawa, the ability user known as “White Kirin.” It wasn’t troublesome enough to use “No Longer Human” as bait. The government departments did not know Dazai’s real reason for seeking Chibusawa. Dazai merely claimed that he had learned from other sources that Chibusawa had the means to cure Hyakki, pushing the blame onto the Vongola family.

“God will surely appreciate Hyakki’s persistence in living. Before God sees you, Hyakki, you need to regain a few more organs so you don’t scare God.”

Dazai never placed his hopes on illusionary things, but he didn’t shatter Hyakki’s dream either.

A dreaming Hyakki was also very cute~.

“Let’s go.”

“The vacation has only a few days left. Let’s deal with a bad guy and then come back.”

The clinic’s doors were locked, suspending its services.

…

It is well known that Chibusawa is a collector who roams abroad and returns frequently, having no fixed residence.

In Japan, he is called the “White Kirin” partly because of the strength his ability brings him and partly because of his white hair, white clothes, and bloodless pale skin.

He is indifferent to human life, claiming to see through the nature of humans. He can easily hunt down ability users, viewing the weak and foolish ones with disdain. He constantly seeks interesting things and only takes an interest in intelligent people, maintaining close communication with internationally renowned information brokers to hunt down ability users.

“Feodor, someone is looking for me?”

“Indeed.”

“What kind of person?”

“Two very interesting individuals… It’s inconvenient to tell you more, but trust me, Chibusawa.”

“Hmm.”

The young man with long white hair sat with one leg folded atop a building in Tokyo, Japan, playing with a red apple in his hand. After ending the call, he murmured to himself in a somewhat indifferent tone.

“Of course, I’ll trust you, Feodor of the Rats in the Dead House.”

— Until I lose interest in you.

Rats filled this city, and Chibusawa couldn’t be bothered to deal with them, closing his eyes.

There could be no one in this world who defies expectations… no one…

The world is full of mediocrity.

A few days later, he was proven wrong.

Chibusawa saw a black-haired boy whose human spirit shone so brightly that it broke the bounds of mediocrity. The shock was no less than what Hyakki felt when he looked up and saw a benevolent deity descend into the world. All the impossible things had become reality, making Chibusawa suddenly realize something while he was pursuing the brilliance in ability users.

【I shouldn’t just focus on ability users, thinking they will meet my expectations. The human spirit in ordinary people is even more dazzling. If they can overcome powerful ability users…】

【Doesn’t this prove?】

【This is a miracle created by ordinary people!】

Chibusawa ignored Dazai, the holder of “No Longer Human,” and walked towards the physically impaired Hyakki.

He couldn’t wait to hand the red apple in his hand to the boy.

“I want to know your name…”

“…?”

In Hyakki’s world, illuminated by the presence of the deity, a black-and-red life flame approached.

【Who gave this villain the courage to come near me?】

“Hyakki.”

Dazai, not letting go of his hand, helped him retrieve another arm and smiled, “Cut him down.”

Swords were drawn, and sharp killing intent followed!

Hyakki attacked the villain!

There was no change in Chibusawa’s indifferent face, only his pupils slightly dilated. His ability, “Dragon’s Territory,” did not activate, preventing him from transferring these two into his ability space.