After numerous attempts at seduction, all failed miserably. This person is as cold as ice, showing no interest whatsoever in world destruction or conquest.

The only way to get through to him seems to be through Hyakki… the deceased Sakunosuke…

He laughed, concealing deeper secrets within.

“Have you made your decision?”

“I’ve never seen a dog, so I can’t gauge its danger. I can’t rely solely on your word.”

“…After all the effort I’ve put in, this is your response!”

Ranpo Edogawa protested to Dazai. Dazai held a pink shell in his hand, examined it for a while, and then placed it in front of Hyakki. “Hyakki, make your decision based on your intuition.”

By analysis, Dazai had an eighty percent chance of success, but the remaining twenty percent failure rate still lingered.

Failure meant death.

Such a wonderful opportunity wouldn’t be so wonderful if it fell to Hyakki.

“[Pink?]” Hyakki once again encountered a special pink item, which delighted the young girl within him.

He developed a psychological shadow… Last time he came into contact with such a thing, he couldn’t find “Dororo” for a while, no matter how he begged others.

“[Trash thing, ruining my emotions.]”

Hyakki threw the first shell towards the cliff, and it exploded on the sea surface.

“Second one.”

Dazai, seemingly unaware of its value, spread out his five fingers, demanding ten years of rocket artillery from Ranpo.

Ranpo wasn’t angry; he stared at Hyakki in amazement.

“Does he have the ability to predict good and bad luck?”

Each ten-year rocket artillery shell he aimed had its coordinates fixed, allowing travel to different world lines. The first shell targeted a parallel timeline where humanity hadn’t suffered catastrophic blows yet, and survival numbers were relatively high. Introducing hunting dogs could potentially cause widespread death, making it a rather unfavorable choice.

Ranpo promptly tossed the second shell provided.

Hyakki: [Why another one?]

Hyakki: [Dororo, let’s not play with this kind of awful thing!]

Dazai leaned over to look below, where the sea exploded in pink smoke. If someone were to come, they could be sent through time.

“Third one.”

“Here… this one’s a better choice.”

Ranpo reluctantly handed it over, originally planning to eliminate a few versions of himself in parallel timelines before surrendering it.

Dazai rolled his eyes at him, the eyes of his youth occupying most of his face, pure and aloof, nothing like the flirtatious eyes of the Dazai during his time with the Armed Detective Agency.

A few minutes later, Dazai snatched Ranpo Edogawa’s backpack and spread it out on Hyakki’s lap.

“Hyakki, pick a world you want to go to!”

[…]

Hyakki’s face showed a human-like despair, really wanting to refuse “Dororo.”

“Give it a try~.”

Dazai coaxed Hyakki.

Poked in the arm by him, Hyakki, sometimes feeling his illusions failing and sometimes manifesting, felt he was being toyed with, not realizing it was a form of coaxing.

Hyakki hesitated to grab a pale pink shell.

Under the prosthetic hand’s palm, the pink shell was clasped.

[This one.]

Dazai gestured for someone to explain.

Ranpo showed a look of resignation: “He’s figured this all out.”

To avoid getting caught in the crossfire, Ranpo Edogawa retreated to a safe spot near the cliff, hoping to avoid encountering any dogs that might unexpectedly appear in this world. “It’s a world without abilities, without demons or monsters, in Italy… and perhaps globally, where only the Murofiore Building remains.”

All living beings perished.

Only the ultimate antagonist, Ranpo Edogawa, laughed last, waiting boredly for the world’s end.

“Hyakki, go kill him.”

Regardless of the presence of dogs, Dazai patted Hyakki’s head, offering brief comfort before parting.

His azure eyes gleamed with a cold and cruel expression.

“Five minutes.”

“If you don’t come back, I’ll come to that world to find you, to accompany you as we witness the world’s end.”

Who says a fourteen-year-old understands nothing? When faced with life and death, crisis and opportunity intertwined, Dazai was gentler than the world’s most eloquent sweet-talkers.

[“I know you fear loneliness.”]

[“Funny, I do too. Worried you’ll leave me in this world of the living.”]

Dazai kissed Hyakki’s eyes behind the mask, letting his innermost feelings be sensed intuitively.

Hyakki’s innermost feelings were blocked by flames.

Gray, cotton-like flames covered his vision through crimson spots.

So delicate… they would scatter with a single blow.

“Boom—!!”

Under external pressure, the ten-year rocket artillery exploded, enveloping Hyakki in pink smoke.

A parallel timeline on the brink of destruction.

“Oh my, visitors here too?”

Atop a skyscraper in Sicily, Italy amidst a sea of corpses, a young white-haired man holding a marshmallow suddenly looked towards a computer screen displaying abnormal spacetime fluctuations, his long and cold purple eyes narrowing slightly.

He was the head of the Milufiore family, one of the White Lan Jessos who had awakened the power of parallel timelines. He had played his own world into chaos, able to jump to other parallel worlds before the appearance of the hunting dogs. Now, threatened by the dogs, he was trapped in his own world, pondering how to evade their detection.

He had resigned himself to waiting for death or taking a gamble, but unexpectedly, others had come.

“Who’s this poor fellow, daring to risk being bitten to death by the dog assassins?”

Ranpo chuckled maliciously.

Soon after, his laughter faded. The intruder’s destination was his own building… the office entrance… pinpointed precisely. The intent to bring the dogs was clear, and they could push the door open any moment.

His hand trembled, and the bag of marshmallows fell to the ground, spilling a large number of them.

A sword light burst through the door.

The opponent swung towards his head!

The world on the brink of destruction seemed to pause in a collective lament. Countless fates converged in the void, empowering the individual destined to “save the world.”

Kill him!

Kill him!

Kill the true culprit behind this world’s destruction!!!

In the world of “Katekyo Hitman Reborn,” the cornerstone is the seventh power of three, representing seven Vongola Rings of the vertical timeline axis, seven Mare Rings of the horizontal parallel timelines, and seven Rainbow Pacifiers representing the existence of “points” within space-time.

They lacked will, unable to save themselves, yet the despair of all living beings awakened the world.

Seven quadrillion worlds destroyed now loathed Ranpo.

His karma had no predecessors, nor would it have successors!