“Tell him to go find the ‘villains.'”

According to his intelligence, Six Paths of Reincarnation, who slaughtered all the adults of the Penggerei family, must have prominent markers. Hyakki is the nemesis for such individuals.

Hyakki’s perception covers areas without obstructions, even penetrating through thinner barriers.

In a sense, this is the power of spiritual ability! It’s not about one superpower surpassing another; his detection ability is so strong that even “being disqualified from humanity” cannot eliminate this innate talent!

He earnestly looked in the direction “Dororo” wanted him to see.

Hmm.

They were all a group of dark life flames.

The villains in the corners all tried to hide, trembling, not wanting to be seen by Hyakki.

The disaster star has come again!

Dazai and Hyakki traversed the alleys of Leibo’s Street. Dazai Osamu, in particular, acted childishly, hopping on steps, always stopping after Hyakki had taken a few steps before leisurely catching up.

Every time Dazai almost stumbled over debris, Hyakki would catch him, preventing him from falling.

Blind but insightful.

Dazai leaned on him, praising, “Hyakki, you’re amazing!”

Hyakki felt a sense of accomplishment after supporting “Dororo.”

【I will never hold you back.】

The two of them strolled aimlessly as if they had no destination in mind, going wherever seemed interesting. Wherever they went, they would scare away a number of people, and even the Leibo’s Street residents, who considered themselves not-so-good people, would keep their distance from them.

Being stopped and asked for directions turned out to be the most interesting thing Dazai had encountered today.

“Hey, could I ask for directions from you guys?”

A blue-haired youth ran up to them, dressed in a school uniform, exuding a student vibe, as if he had wandered into Leibo’s Street by mistake.

Dazai signaled Hyakki to stop with a tug.

Hyakki expressionlessly pulled out his arm, and the warrior’s sword embedded at the severed arm’s place appeared after many days.

Dazai chuckled.

The blue-haired youth asking for directions looked bewildered. Seeing the sword embedded in Hyakki’s arm, his pupils trembled slightly. He took a step back in fear and asked shyly, “Excuse me, could you tell me how to get there?” He showed them the map, which was oddly winding and pointed towards the depths of Leibo’s Street. Finding a specific location in Leibo’s Street was already quite difficult.

Dazai suppressed the strong hostility from Hyakki and looked at the map, stroking his chin.

“Ah, it’s here… I’ve been to the place you’re looking for. The route is a bit tricky.”

He gave the blue-haired youth a subtly similar expression.

Equally shy.

Six Paths of Reincarnation felt nauseated, but thankfully, his acting didn’t falter. His bangs covered his heterochromatic eyes; his left eye was a blue iris, typical of Europeans, and his slightly matured features still retained a youthful charm.

Dazai said slowly, “How about I take you there?”

Six Paths of Reincarnation hesitated. “Wouldn’t that be troublesome for you guys?”

Dazai vigorously shook Hyakki’s arm, casually establishing his own persona, and pretended innocently, “Hyakki, let’s go together!”

Hyakki: [Dororo, my arm is about to be dislocated.]

And the place they were heading to—the depths of Leper’s Street, the Sheep King’s stronghold!

They were forming a party to defeat the boss.

Zhong was busy with various part-time jobs such as delivery, courier, and newspaper delivery. He had strong business capabilities, physical fitness, and superpowers, making his daily income quite substantial.

While most fourteen-year-olds were still in school discussing novels and magazines, he was already working hard.

Money was an indispensable necessity for living.

When he finally managed to take a day off and rest, before his butt even warmed the seat and he finished just a few rounds of games, his ears caught the sound of unfamiliar footsteps outside.

“Who’s there?”

The incessant knocking at the door followed, and then came Dazai Osamu’s cheerful call.

” Zhong, someone’s here to see you!”

Zhong’s stomach churned.

From birth to now, Nakahara Zhong had suffered the most losses from Dazai Osamu. He had reached the point where he reflexively wanted to pick up whatever was nearby and throw it at the sound of this person’s voice.

Why did Hyakki think Dazai was a good person? He was nothing but a rotten scoundrel!

Outside the door, Dazai was already preparing to retreat, not wanting to get entangled with Hyakki and this little guy anymore. “Zhong is inside, and you…”

Unexpectedly, the blue-haired youth was not in a hurry and asked about the physically disabled Hyakki.

“Are you the Hyakki mentioned in Leibo’s Street?”

【…This person.】

Hyakki stared at Rikodu’s life flame, which flickered with a red glow, tainted yet not entirely dark, somewhat reminiscent of the feeling he got from Hyakki’s creations, barely maintaining a hold on his soul.

Illusionists were experts in the realm of the mind, and once corrupted, they became even more terrifying.

Rikodu still had his own limits.

“Nice to meet you. I’m actually more curious about someone like you, but unfortunately, time is short.” Rikodu’s maintained image was somewhat shattered. Real students wouldn’t dare enter Leibo’s Street, let alone be curious about Hyakki from there. Even his somewhat personal relationship with Zhong wouldn’t justify it.

After achieving his goal, Rikodu no longer cared about his disguise and brushed aside the bangs covering his eyes.

His heterochromatic gaze met theirs… well, technically just one person’s.

Dazai exclaimed, “Your eyes look like those of a Persian cat, and there’s even a number on them!”

Rikodu nodded to both of them, his attitude much more indifferent.

Just from his jet-black hair, Rikodu could deduce that Hyakki had little to do with the Penggerei family. Instead, Nakahara Zhong, whom he had heard about from the residents of Leper’s Street, seemed more fitting of the image of the 10th generation Penggerei.

Strong, assertive, protecting the weak, and counterattacking enemies.

The orange-haired, blue-eyed youth possessed qualities that most ordinary people couldn’t have, like a born powerhouse, standing in a superior position. If he had a qualified mafia teacher to guide him, a little polishing and he could shine as a leader on the stage of the Italian mafia.

From what Rikodu gathered from the Leibo’s Street residents and his own understanding, he eventually came to a conclusion: even if Zhong wasn’t the 10th generation Penggerei, he still wanted his body!

The body of a potential powerful esper.

But he didn’t dwell on it for long before encountering the person ranked second, a youth named “Hyakki,” who, upon their first meeting, seemed to instinctively sense his danger, pulling out his arm and emanating hostility. This exceptional instinct, which surprised the illusionist, immediately drew his attention.

Setting aside the outward appearances, Rikodu also sensed a deeper mental resonance.

He faintly felt—

The black-haired youth seemed to have a talent in the realm of psychic abilities.

Unfortunately, Hyakki didn’t resonate with him at all. Rikodu’s one-sided thoughts were doomed to remain one-sided, with the presence of the ill-intentioned Dazai adding another layer of complexity.

“Kufufufu… We’ll meet again,” Rikodu chuckled ominously.

A purplish mist enveloped Rikodu’s figure, then dissipated before the two.

“…”

【Did the life flame vanish?】

Bewildered, they wondered what the other person had come for.

Without hesitation, Dazai grabbed Hyakki’s hand and fled, saying, “Let’s go back!”

The three of them disappeared together.

When Zhong couldn’t resist going to the door to see who was there, no one was outside anymore.

He opened his mouth in disbelief, “Where did they—”

Where did they go?

The empty scene seemed to mock him, causing a great deal of devastation to Zhong’s heart.

He swayed, touching his ear.

Could it be that he detested Dazai to the point of hallucinating?

Have I gone mad too?