A Tentacle Has Been Inside Dazai’s Belly Too

(Complete. The full story costs two yuan. Please support the official release. Find more complete Dazai and science-fiction novels in my author column.) (My neighboring serial, Cosplaying Dazai in Infinite-Flow Werewolf, is currently updating!) [], an utterly ordinary tentacle, with nothing special about it. It has only 81 soft tentacles, but it masters barbs, suction cups, injections, and egg-laying. It is mighty and invincible. After transmigrating, [] met a man in a black suit, tall and long-legged, young but a master strategist. Yet he was wrapped in bandages, frail and sickly, his brow furrowed. He looked at his enemies as if they were trash, and saw survival as destruction. Its tentacles stirred. Hunting mode! Activate! [] charged over and clambered onto him! Wrap! Suck! Devour him with gusto! Capture him and turn him into its follower! And then... the boss looked at his pale, bloodless fingertips and a translucent blob, and asked sincerely: “Why are you biting my finger?” [] froze. That's right, [] had 81 tentacles and had mastered every skill. It was mighty and invincible. But right now... it was only 18 centimeters long. []: . One day, it would succeed. ★[Highlight] Switch, absurd comedy, the tentacle is a silly little cutie ★ ★I drew the cover myself. The tentacle in the story is white, but I can't draw white tentacles or bandages ★ [The third instance of my neighboring serial, Cosplaying Dazai in Infinite-Flow Werewolf, is complete] Coser Fengya was an obsessive Dazai fan. He transmigrated the day before attending a convention, after finishing his makeup test. At first, he didn't realize he'd transmigrated. Looking around the white hall at four Chuuya, five Gojos, seven or eight Dazais... and all sorts of popular and obscure characters, he couldn't help thinking how incredibly accurate everyone's costumes were. Then a System prompt sounded in his mind: [The game begins. Players must not reveal that they are cosplayers.] Fengya: ??? This was a game of Werewolf. Almost everyone was a canon character from a different alternate timeline. Each round, the players were sent to a different scenario, then voted at the end. Fengya drew a scenario at random and read its description: [Taisho era: a tyrannical dad (Gojo), a deranged mom (Gin), a gloomy little brother (Dazai), and a little sister on the verge of shattering (Tomie). As the eldest brother, do your best to maintain a harmonious and loving family!] [Jujutsu world: The opposing team consists of sorcerers (Fyodor, Enmu, and others). Your teammate is the special-grade cursed spirit Shinigami Conan. Three Dazais have entered one world, so do your best to prevent it from going nuclear!] [Detective world: It's only ABO...] Fengya braced himself and tried to invent a plausible alternate-timeline Dazai persona. But in the end, he couldn't compete with the other Dazais. After several rounds, he was driven into a corner. “Your eyes aren't like ours.” With the System about to declare him the loser, Fengya squeezed his eyes shut and gave up: “Is being Dazai really supposed to make you happy?” The undercover agent exposed himself! “I used to think life was painful, too, until I found someone I loved. Sadly, he left me. But luckily, the game told me my beloved is here.” Fengya pointed with his eyes shut. “I know falling in love with an alternate version of yourself is ridiculous. Vote me out. I don't want to hurt you.” “What if one of you is my wife?” He reached a hand out. All the Dazais took a step back in unison, while every alternate Chuuya wore a peculiar expression. The other characters either grabbed snacks or watched the show. Fengya: QAQ He didn't want to lose the game, but his Dazais, his fictional wives, shouldn't look at him like that Why have you stopped suspecting me and started accusing each other of being OOC instead?! I'm really not a pervert!!! Advance preview: Entering New Game Plus with Every Debuff After beating a game, Ning Fan transmigrated into the character he'd used for his starting run: a deaf man, arrogant, domineering, beautiful, and vicious in the apocalypse. Fortunately, his ability was powerful. He could trade debuffs for a chance at immortality, affecting himself or other people. To beat the game, you either started as cannon fodder and became the strongest, or collected the characters' hostility and followed the dark path to the end. The first time Ning Fan played the game, he humbly pursued the characters, focused entirely on his career. This time, he decided to play the cannon fodder. The path might be dangerous, but at least it was fast. The game opened with a lavish party in the central city. Ning Fan casually picked up a glass of wine, green eyes reflecting a hint of weary decadence. Everyone knew the Ning family's young master had suffered from a congenital illness and lost his hearing as a child. That was why he was so vicious, often losing his temper and bullying people. He leisurely adjusted his cuff and looked at the man in front of him, whose lips were moving rapidly as he spoke with great emotion. Shang Qingyun, a top-tier ability user whose powers had yet to awaken, was skilled at keeping his guard up and pretending. Not a word he said was true. “Who gave you permission to talk to me like that?” Ning Fan splashed his wine and hit him where it hurt. “Useless.” Seeing the man's eyes dim, Ning Fan was sure he would clear the game in no time. The apocalypse was always unpredictable. Disaster struck early, and Ning Fan, who was looking for shelter, was captured by zombies. Left behind as a hostage in exchange for resources, Ning Fan's debuff took effect, making his skin many times more sensitive. Every day, he acted like a spoiled, demanding brat, insisting on getting whatever he wanted and throwing a fit whenever something bothered him. One night, after sleeping badly, he casually ordered the Zombie King to put on his shoes. At last, he was locked in a dark room. Every day, the Zombie King looked at him as if it wanted to eat him alive. Ning Fan: My hatred-generating plan is a huge success! Ning Fan's debuffs were a real pain, but at least he could always find someone to torment and rile up. Watching the progress bar on his status screen race forward, he was very pleased. Just then, his face blindness and skin hunger flared up. Looking at the person who'd come to rescue him, he said, “Shang Qingyun? Come here.” The other person fell silent. “I'm not Shang...” Ning Fan looked up, unable to hear him, and showed no sign of recognizing him. “Hmm?” The other person fell silent, gritted his teeth, and leaned closer. Only later did Ning Fan learn that he was in New Game Plus. Everyone's affection for him had already reached the maximum, and all his painstaking efforts to provoke them had only doubled their love, sending their corruption to 100%. Ning Fan: ...Help! I'm really going to die this time! After losing Ning Fan, they were reborn. They got to see a younger Ning Fan, proud, soft-hearted, sickly, and deaf. Things hadn't yet taken a turn for the worst. He couldn't hear. He didn't know that the man who excelled at lying was sincerely confessing his love, or that the violent, arrogant man cared for him again and again. And he didn't know how many times people had suffered a breakdown after he mistook them for someone else because of his face blindness, only to accept it again and again. It was all right. He didn't love me any less. He just couldn't hear. Theme: Persistence brings victory.