Pathogen

New chapters begin September 3

The first time Nakahara Chuuya saw him was on Raitei Street, a chaotic, crime-ridden district.

He wore a lavish, expensive outfit: a sky-blue tailcoat adorned with elaborate gold patterns, a snow-white shirtfront, and a deep-purple top hat. His hair was dark, his eyes blood-red, and a curved blade hung at his waist.

A gang of wolves surrounded the boy. Dressed in black suits, they aimed their guns at him.

Just as Nakahara Chuuya frowned and prepared to help, the boy reached up and tugged at the brim of his hat. He smiled for no apparent reason. All the enemies around him froze in place, and in the next instant, blood splattered everywhere. It was as if they had never existed at all; only the blood covering the ground remained as evidence.

The boy lifted his head and looked at him, smiling innocently, blood still at the corner of his mouth. He mouthed the words:

"A pleasure to meet you. I've heard so much about you, Chuuya. Oh, no, perhaps I should say, honored Lord Arahabaki."

One-line summary: The love of the lost

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Edogawa Ranpo: "Nono-chan~ Look, I brought you three-colored dango~ And wagashi, too~ They're so yummy~ Just have some, okay~ It won't make your work take any longer~"

Hoshino Rino: "I have no human rights."

Edogawa Ranpo: "Nono-chan~ Nono-chan~ Do you know what I'm missing? I'm missing you~"

Hoshino Rino: "I have no feelings."

Edogawa Ranpo: "..."

Live question: What do I do when the person I'm trying to flirt with won't fall for me?! Answers needed, and fast.

Fully revised blurb: Xingnuo Yajing held the paper labeled System Task, the veins standing out on her hand. It looked as if the paper might turn to ash at any moment.

Yajing muttered, "You stupid marshmallow spirit, ugly marshmallow spirit, half-paralyzed marshmallow spirit, out-of-favor marshmallow spirit."

From a distance, the paper seemed to have only four words on it. Up close, it said something unexpected.

"Achoo!" Bai Lan Jiesuo, far away in another world, sneezed while holding Jiang Zhengyi and murmured to himself, "I wonder who's thinking about me?"

A task that could surprise high-IQ characters like Dazai, Ranpo, and Fyodor, plus one despicable boss, was enough to make anyone tear their hair out.

This story is undergoing a major revision. The first chapter has been revised, and the second will be revised tomorrow. If you reach the fifteen chapters that haven't been written yet and can't make sense of things, it's definitely because you didn't read the earlier chapters.

The original title was Record of Raising Kings. I wrote it because I used to play Honor of Kings, but I quit a long time ago, so I changed the title. However, half of the System's permissions still include the heroes from Honor of Kings.

The first time Nakahara Chuuya saw him was on Raitei Street, a chaotic, crime-ridden district.

He wore a lavish, expensive outfit: a sky-blue tailcoat adorned with elaborate gold patterns, a snow-white shirtfront, and a deep-purple top hat. His hair was dark, his eyes blood-red, and a curved blade hung at his waist.

A gang of wolves surrounded the boy. Dressed in black suits, they aimed their guns at him.

Just as Nakahara Chuuya frowned and prepared to help, the boy reached up and tugged at the brim of his hat. He smiled for no apparent reason. All the enemies around him froze in place, and in the next instant, blood splattered everywhere. It was as if they had never existed at all; only the blood covering the ground remained as evidence.

The boy lifted his head and looked at him, smiling innocently, blood still at the corner of his mouth. He mouthed the words:

"A pleasure to meet you. I've heard so much about you, Chuuya. Oh, no, perhaps I should say, honored Lord Arahabaki."

One-line summary: The love of the lost

Nakahara Chuuya stared at the mess in front of him and fell silent. He headed for the wine cellar and the garage, only to find them completely empty. This was the third day his room had been like this. As expected, Dazai Osamu had done it again.

The corners of Chuuya's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly. He had already rebuilt two garages and the wine cellar on the second day, so Dazai couldn't do anything now, right? [Smug] Everyone watched Chuuya, who seemed to have lost his mind, and thought, "Another person driven crazy by Dazai Osamu."

One-line summary: Dazai Osamu flirts without realizing it

Theater of the absurd

Kelinoya: [Gradually breaks into a strange smile]

Fyodor: [Exchanges a glance, then smiles mischievously]

The two of them: [Rewriting the script]

Dazai Osamu and Ranpo: "..." [All that hard work writing the script, and now we're speechless with despair]

The clown Gogol and the little runt Nakahara Chuuya: "Sorry, our IQ isn't high enough to take part."

Mori Ougai: "There's nothing Dazai can't do."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "There's nothing Ranpo can't do."

Dazai and Ranpo: "This is so hard for us."

Fyodor and Kelinoya: "Stir up trouble once, and it's a rush. Keep stirring up trouble, and it's a constant rush."

Theme: Struggling through confusion