After being sent back by Kusuo, Hyakki remained in a daze, hugging his blanket while sitting on the bed.

When Dazai Osamu returned, he saw what looked like a life-sized doll. The wound on Hyakki’s back had disappeared, and the stitches had been removed by someone other than himself, which inexplicably annoyed him.

He thoroughly checked Hyakki, ensuring there were no superficial alterations and pondering whether there were internal issues that needed Mori’s examination. The black doctor-cum-guardian had become increasingly perverted; if not absolutely necessary, Dazai was reluctant to hand Hyakki over to him, feeling as though his very soul would be sullied.

He rummaged through some scattered small items, finding no useful information. “The bug I planted on Hyakki picked up no sound, and the tracking device failed to work…”

“Hyakki, are you so distracted that you don’t even notice me?”

Dazai waved his hand in front of Hyakki’s face, eager to extract some useful intelligence from him.

His need for control was acting up, unable to tolerate the unknown.

“Doro…ro…”

Hyakki raised his face from the blanket, his previously vacant eyes now shining with human vitality, breathing life into his doll-like appearance.

There would be a day when he could be healthy again!

He had confided in Kusuo about the entire process of being sacrificed, admitting to having memories of his past life. After experiments conducted jointly by Saiki Kurumi and Saiki Kusuo, it was determined that his organs had been conceptually taken and stored within the demon god’s body, growing along with his own body, rendering normal medical treatment ineffective.

**”There are two ways to restore your health.”**

**”The first method is to revert your body to the time you were born and let you grow anew.”**

**”The second method is to send you back to your original world to kill the demon god.”**

Hyakki remembered Kusuo’s words clearly, and naturally, he favored the second option, wanting to defeat the demon god in a proper manner and reclaim his organs!

At that time, he chose the second method and asked if Dororo could come back with him.

However…

Kusuo answered, **”I can’t do that.”**

It wasn’t that he wouldn’t, but that he couldn’t, which greatly surprised Hyakki.

Regarding this, Kusuo’s explanation was somewhat subtle, **”This person can nullify my powers.”**

Hyakki was immediately shocked.

Before he could ask Dororo’s real name, he was sent back by Kusuo.

Until now, Hyakki was still searching for Dororo’s identity, sifting through various anime memories featuring characters with nullification powers. Unfortunately, he hadn’t watched enough shows. For instance, Mikan Sakura from *Alice Academy*, Sakura Sakurakoji from *Code:Breaker*, Touma Kamijou from *A Certain Magical Index*, and Dazai Osamu from *Bungo Stray Dogs*. He tried to identify anyone matching the characteristics.

Most of these characters were male, and the only one fitting the “loli” profile seemed to be Mikan Sakura.

**”Could Dororo be Mikan Sakura or Sakura Sakurakoji? I remember Sakura Sakurakoji has a Port Mafia background, with her adoptive father being the head of the ‘Oni Sakura’ group. She’s a dream girl for many men in the series…”**

**”Or could it be a character from an anime I haven’t seen?”**

**”I originally thought it would be a daily life anime featuring a Port Mafia princess, but now it seems more like a battle series with special powers…”**

Hyakki grew increasingly curious about Dororo’s identity, staring at the life flame before him. It was as if he could see a person within the vague grey outline, which was his Dororo. The increase in his spiritual power hadn’t granted him any scanning abilities but had only boosted his mental attack strength.

Dazai felt increasingly uncomfortable under Hyakki’s intense gaze, a chill running down his spine, making him feel as though he were naked beneath his clothes.

“Hyakki.”

At this moment, he desperately wanted to find an ability user who could translate for him!

Frustrated by the communication barrier, Dazai yanked the blanket from Hyakki’s arms and pressed it down on him, using the opportunity to “bully” his human doll, pinching his cheeks unabashedly.