This Dazai Is from the Zoldyck Family

I was murdered by a slug. The whole thing started because my partner, the slug, was such an idiot. I was trying to teach him a lesson, but my dog still refused to listen to me. He even hung me upside down over a bridge and swung me around. Someone from a rival organization took the opportunity to attack. In his panic, the slug used gravity to try to stop the bullets, but one of them cut the rope, and I went plummeting into the water like it was nothing. That was the whole story of how the slug murdered me. The next issue of The Unyielding Chuuya hasn't even gone on sale yet. Well, the one thing that makes me happy is that the slug is going to be hunted by Mr. Mori for murdering a teammate. He's lost the home he worked so hard to find. Hahaha, his face must be a masterpiece worthy of the world's greatest art collection. Too bad I can't see it. Though maybe I can. Judging by Mr. Mori's preferred solution, it's more likely he'll make the slug feel guilty and exploit him until he works himself to death. Tch. -- Anyway, I want to file a complaint with Hell. You don't need the person's consent before reincarnating them?! The good news is that I was born into a family that would poison even a baby's bottle, so getting back to Hell to file my complaint should be easy. The bad news is that fifteen years later, I'm immune to every poison, can lift four tons, shrug off lightning, have maxed-out resistances, and possess absurd combat power. And then I came back again. The first thing I did was check that the slug hadn't been hunted for murdering a teammate. Tch, what an irritating Mr. Mori. Theme: Life doesn't always go your way, so learn to adapt