When Dazai met Six Eyes again, it was he who took the initiative to come.

At that time, Six Eyes had recovered from his rest, his psychic power reaching its peak, fully prepared to deal with Nakahara. It could be said that Dazai’s arrival was “meaningless”; the other party wouldn’t care about the help of an outsider at all.

“I have a grudge against the King of Sheep.”

Dazai raised his hands, standing under the murderous gaze of Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori.

“Capture him.”

Six Eyes didn’t believe a word he said. As the order was issued, Fukuzawa Yukichi was about to grab Dazai, but a muffled groan came from the entrance. Ranpo Edogawa, who was acting as a backup, was knocked down. The speed of his defeat caught even Six Eyes, who had always controlled Ranpo, off guard. Through Ranpo’s eyes, he saw a black-haired young man.

It was the same person from last night!

Though unable to see, hear, or speak, the black-haired youth had instantly killed a top Italian assassin, rendering Ranpo’s iron balls, usually used for water attacks, completely useless.

Dazai still maintained his submissive posture and said sincerely, “Can we talk now?”

He didn’t even look at the approaching Hyakki, leaving his back exposed to the other.

The boy, younger than Six Eyes, presented his conditions.

“I only want one chance to repair my organs. In return, I will help you deal with Nakahara, provide you with unknown information, and increase your chances of success.”

“Don’t underestimate the Dwarf. His strength is formidable, with cards you don’t know about.”

“This shouldn’t be too difficult for a master of illusions like you.”

Every word hit the mark, tailored for Six Eyes, completely different from his acting yesterday. Six Eyes looked at Dazai with a re-evaluating gaze, then chuckled, his eyes wandering on the edge of darkness, realizing that Japan also had such natural lunatics.

“Is he the one you want to repair?” Six Eyes touched the Wheel of Reincarnation with his hand, his tone indifferent, but his emotions fluctuating upon seeing Hyakki.

This boy was more like a demon than any demon, so broken that he surpassed anyone Six Eyes had ever seen. Even discarded experimental subjects didn’t look this exaggerated; it was more like… someone who had reached this point of brokenness had long died, discarded like trash, filled with resentment and despair.

Dazai chuckled lightly, “Who else could it be but him?”

Six Eyes pondered. They hadn’t found Chuuya Nakahara’s “dream” yet, so they truly didn’t know the other’s true situation.

“What can you do?” Six Eyes inquired.

“Him,” Dazai replied calmly without revealing his abilities. “Hyakki is, so far, the only one who has confronted Nakahara head-on multiple times, injured him, but hasn’t been killed by him.”

Six Eyes raised an eyebrow. “Can you control him?”

Dazai, for who knows how many times, said to someone, “He’s my puppet, he listens to me and me alone.”

Six Eyes sneered, his gaze scanning Hyakki’s mask once again, feeling mentally contaminated.

He remembered the evil of humanity he had seen in the “dream.” Sacrificing from ancient times till today was a way for the lower to please the higher. Hyakki was the offering on the altar, the prey the monsters in the darkness wanted to divide. Thus, only repulsive “humans” would sacrifice him.

Never before had he felt humans were such a disgusting race.

“Repairing him… isn’t out of the question.”

Six Eyes halted the intentions of Kyouka Izumi and Kouyou Ozaki to drive the two away. Contacting Hyakki was already part of the plan, so why not accept the offer when the other party delivered him to their doorstep?

Six Eyes and Dazai continued their conversation, each harboring their own sinister intentions.

“You have to prove your worth, or the power to repair can be revoked at any time.”

“No problem, thank you for your help.”

Dazai politely thanked him. Well-mannered on the surface, underneath his frail exterior lay a nature that was neither good nor evil.

“And also—”

“I’m Dazai Osamu, nice to meet you.”

Having finished the confrontation with the future backbone of the Port Mafia and the candidate chosen by the Penggerei Family, the tenth-generation Mist Guardian.

Six Eyes had yet to sense the nauseating aura of the Black Hand from Dazai Osamu, so reluctantly agreed to let him be a temporary external source of information. If Dazai had mentioned the Port Mafia, he would have been kicked out immediately.

“Kufufufu, we meet again so soon,” Six Eyes said to Hyakki, disregarding the fact that he couldn’t hear him, conjuring a trident. The next moment, Hyakki became wary, his spiritual eye seeing a never-before-seen purple gas.

“Purple? Is that… purple?!”

It was countless times denser than yesterday’s mist, and the essence of the trident that could materialize was indigo-purple!

Another color was added to Hyakki’s spectrum of spiritual eye colors.

He became even more vigilant.

Was purple dangerous, or not? There were too many things in this world that could harm him.

His trusted “Dororo” suddenly grabbed his hand lightly, giving it a slight shake. It was like their secret code, signaling that the situation wasn’t too dangerous whenever they did this.

“Dororo, are you serious? That’s clearly someone who has killed before! And the two people next to him too!”

“Why do you always know these people…”

Hyakki struggled to convince himself.

Six Eyes’ life flame was indescribable, no less intense than the red glow on Yumeno’s body.

All the way through, dubious characters.

Hyakki’s vigilance didn’t diminish, his combat readiness…