Bungo Stray Dogs: God's Creation

A doll stranded in another world, wandering alone through a new land. Knowing neither good nor evil, neither kindness nor human feeling. Perhaps one day, he’ll meet the right person and feel a fire kindle in his heart. In a word: So, as expected, I really just can’t get along with Dazai Osamu. Here’s another fake blurb: I don’t believe in gods, nor do I believe luck can make wishes come true as often as a precise plan can. Powerlessness presupposes incompetence. And supernatural abilities are nothing more than a means to an end. Perhaps one day I’ll burn myself up for the sake of absolute freedom, but until then, let me enjoy this noisy world of humanity. 【Qi Heng Nagi staggered to his feet. His right hand was too weak to hold his gun, so he could only let it clatter to the ground with a dull thud. He roughly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, then launched another attack the moment he looked up. “Haha, don’t tell me you actually believed me.” The boy’s voice was cruel, carrying the desperate resolve of someone with nothing left to lose. He charged toward the so-called god, ready to die.】 It’s a ship-poll fic, and there’s an eighty percent chance it’ll be Dazai Osamu. The main character’s perspective is the pursuer’s. Warnings: This is just for my own amusement. The protagonist is a chaotic troublemaker who likes stirring things up. The author’s notes aren’t reliable either, and the writing style may change at any time. I’m a pantser stepping onto the battlefield, and the character exists in a half-dreamlike state. Ship whoever you like and imagine yourself in the story if you want. The author may write him as clever, but the limits of his intelligence depend on the author. If there are plot holes, they probably won’t be fixed. Sumimasen. If you’re okay with that, welcome to a new story. Let’s set sail!