There are many people with the surname Kusuo, but there is only one Kusuo.

Kusuo’s Daydream!

He comes from the comedy anime “The Disastrous Life of Kusuo,” constantly growing in power, a figure who stands alongside Saitama from “One Punch Man” as a top-tier character in the anime universe!

One of the top ten characters that employees of the Time Travel Department most want to portray, a dream of close-combat mages, revered as the all-powerful psychic who makes people say, “If I had that kind of power, why would I work as an employee?” Many employees have complained about the power levels in comedy anime; powerful characters often come from such series, yet these roles never need to be portrayed by them.

They are the children of their respective worlds, incarnations of god-like power, with their abilities inherently tied to their souls, making them irreplaceable by anyone else. Known within the Department, no employee can withstand hearing the inner voices of all humans and animals worldwide without their sanity collapsing.

For fourteen years, Hyakki has been continually recalling the past to alleviate his loneliness.

Colors could be forgotten, tastes might fade, but information about the anime world was repeatedly revisited and savored, finding characters and plots that resonated with his emotions.

So…

He remembered all the characters he liked.

This included the kind-hearted, immensely powerful Kusuo, a heartwarming figure from a comedy series.

**But he shouldn’t appear in the world of “Dororo”!**

Hyakki’s firm grasp of the plot was shattered by an external force, leaving his mind dizzy for three seconds. The disruption of the storyline had a profound impact on him, far exceeding the fear of the unknown that came from not being able to return to the Time Travel Department.

He was a severely disabled person, groping in the dark, with completing his character role being his only remaining hope.

**Did Kusuo travel through time and space to come here?**

**Or did I travel?**

**What does he mean by a parallel universe? Have I been to a parallel universe?**

**Does he have mind-reading powers? From birth, he was stronger than the demons in the “Dororo” world. Will he read my mind? Discover that I am a time traveler playing the role of the protagonist? If I reveal my identity as an intern from the Time Travel Department, will my role-playing immediately fail?**

Questions swarmed Hyakki’s mind, overwhelming him. The “sun” glow, representing the kind god, suddenly felt more terrifying than the pervasive darkness.

Darkness accepts everything.

Light, however, exposes all the problems hidden in the darkness.

He could no longer keep his mind calm. After several deep breaths, he finally heard the anime god’s question amidst the chaotic thoughts. A hope sprung up—his inner voice was protected by the Department. Any information that could reveal the Department would be covered by a mosaic pattern, so the other party couldn’t hear it!

Hyakki’s tense back relaxed, clearing his thoughts, not noticing the door handle bending under his grip.

He gathered all his courage and mental strength to form a sentence.

**”Are you… a god?”**

Are you the savior and omnipotent Kusuo he knows?

Kusuo, who was about to remove his limiters, paused. The mosaic screen was overwhelming, transforming everything he heard into mechanical noise. Before he could enhance his “mind-reading” ability, Hyakki’s clear and anxious inner voice stopped him from the rude behavior.

Hearing clearly is enough; he wouldn’t actively probe into someone’s inner secrets.

**”I am not a god.”** Kusuo conveyed his thoughts without moving his lips, insisting on handing over the mask carved by Hyakki’s adoptive father, Jukai, **”This is your father’s mask.”**

Hyakki carefully took his precious mask with both hands.

Kusuo glanced at his skeletal structure; one advantage of X-ray vision is that looks wouldn’t scare him off.

“Not bad bones, resilient bone structure.”

“I’m a high schooler with superpowers; it’s okay if you don’t understand. Just think of me as a passing traveler. However, we do share some similarities: I can’t understand normal human emotions—joy, nervousness, sadness, anger—even pain, I can’t feel.”

Since he can do anything and no one can hurt him, Kusuo is destined not to be an ordinary person. It was the first time he’d shared that with someone he just met.

“Do you want to recover?”

Then Kusuo uttered his astounding statement with a frigid tone.

“I can help you. Let you get in touch with this world, returning you to a normal life with a sound body.”

“……!!!”

Hyakki’s breath quickened, and his heartbeat peaked.

A sound body, returning to a normal life?!

At the headquarters of the Port Mafia, Dazai’s phone received an immediate alert. Opening it quickly, he saw a dark-haired teenager facing away from the door in the surveillance video, trembling.

No sound.

No one else in sight!

Is Hyakki communicating with someone he can’t see or hear?

Meanwhile, in the water dungeon, Rokodu, who was casting illusions on Hyakki, stirred. The clinking of chains echoed as he reluctantly opened his crimson eyes of reincarnation within the seal.

“I can’t see clearly even as an illusionist?”

“His spiritual power is so strong. The ability to communicate mind to mind—I can’t eavesdrop on their conversation at all.”

“Hyakki’s spiritual fluctuations are intense…”

To cause such severe mental turmoil in a puppet-like youth unaware of his surroundings, it couldn’t be a good sign no matter how one looked at it.

A hint of gloom and sharpness flickered in Rokodu’s eyes.

This was his contractor.

Though not obedient like Kurumi, who would become his walking vessel, Hyakki’s existence was unique. His willpower transcended human limits, making him the ideal subject for an illusionist to observe.

Outside the clinic, on a pile of debris, a calico cat appeared at some point.

With its brown eyes, it stared at the door.

Then its gaze shifted to the ground and mid-air, its observational skills acute, discerning traces of “invisibility” amidst the floating dust…