After Chuuya Tore up the Script [Zhuzhu Wenye]

Reincarnated back to the day before the leader Zai jumped off the building and died, he had been in charge of the port Mafia for twenty years. At the end of his life, the leader who only had divinity left after the push of fate smiled. He wanted to give that bastard Osamu Dazai a big gift. So, when fate struck, Dazai Osamu leaned on the railing on the top floor and was about to let himself fall, Nakahara Chuya suddenly appeared. Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was still dressed in his best clothes, had a calm expression and a smile on his lips. Chuuya: "I'm not here to stop you." "Before you jump off the building, listen to what I have to say." "Osama Dazai, Port Mafia is not a disposable tool, and the people here are not tool makers who arrange things at will." "Nowhere in this world can anything be so cheap." "So, Dazai, I curse you. You will always be one step away from death." Nakahara Chuuya pushed Dazai Osamu downstairs with his own hands. He stood on the top of the building and watched him fall like a bird with broken wings. And he was still smiling, his smile neither sad nor happy. *** The broken body was reshaped in every breath. Osamu Dazai, who was rejected by death, sat under the Mafia building in the port and received a crying phone call. "Chief! He, a cadre from the Central Plains, died in the line of duty." *** Osamu Dazai's endless life is full of madness, whether it's because of the person he lost forever in his only world, or because of the life that can never fade away under his curse. Chuuya: Want to die? Oh, how could my eternal resting place smell of mackerel! Is it too much? Who told me to hate you. Dazai Osamu, I really hate you the most. Cp: too middle Intention: Use unlimited time to pursue the other half of your soul