Upon seeing the comments on the forum, Dazai Osamu, who had exposed the rat and taken a jab at it, grinned slyly.

Even a rat in the gutter can make a name for itself, you're welcome~ I'm a good person~~

He casually swayed as he typed away on his phone, sending messages while singing:

"Little mouse, sunbathing, got sunburnt, and you're dead!"

...

On more than a dozen computer screens, various letters and characters were jumping wildly.

Finally, information from a certain forum popped up on the largest screen.

The kind-hearted Russian's already pale face looked even paler, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

If his persona weren't so inappropriate, he really wanted to make that gesture:

Convex!

You bastard, you're such a troublemaker, and you even dared to swindle me!

Watch me bounce back!

In fact...

"Nikolai!"

Fyodor shouted and summoned a clown whose body was broken.

"Evacuate immediately!"

"Hmm? Is Dostoevsky trying to escape? Who's coming? He absolutely can't get caught, or the clown will lose his freedom and become a weak, broken-winged bird!"

Fyodor hurriedly packed his things and pushed his head, which was hanging in front of his computer, away.

"It's Lev."

"what--"

The voice of the tenor in the opera troupe emitted a piercing scream.

"Tolstoy? Oh no! Oh no, oh no... This is a terrible thing."

The two of them didn't care about striking a pose anymore; the dark basement was like a tornado passing through.

As he left, a cold glint flashed in Fyodor's eyes.

'I'm not one to stand my ground, Dazai-kun... just you wait!'

Less than five minutes after the two left.

boom!

A burly man carrying a bottle of wine, who hadn't had a chance to drink it, suddenly burst in.

"Too late again!"

Gumbling--

After gulping down several mouthfuls of strong liquor, Tolstoy smashed the bottle on the ground.

"The little mouse and the little bird are really good at running!"

Gorky followed closely behind and stepped in.

"Neon has what he wants; we'll catch him sooner or later." 350

Tolstoy wiped his mouth with a flourish.

"Once I catch Dostoevsky, I'm going to lock him up in the lowest level of the fortress!"

Gorky had a look on his face that said, "Here we go again."

"If you were willing to give him up, would he still be out there partying? I'm not trying to be mean, but you treat him like a son, and he treats you like a fool!"

"...You're calling me an idiot?"

"Hey, I didn't... Damn it! You dare hit me! Watch my newly mastered Super Spinning Invincible Whirlwind Kick!"

...

The noise and commotion everywhere had absolutely no impact on the publication of the diary.

Lines of text slowly refreshed and appeared.

However, it can't be said that it's not a good thing.

At least their mindset is still acceptable; they're not easily blinded by power and uphold justice, which is commendable.

With the blessing of death, countless murders will occur around him in the future.

If he were to hone his reasoning skills to the extreme and increase the frequency of his visits to the death zones, it wouldn't be impossible for him to inherit the position of Grim Reaper.

[...Maybe I'm just a jinx.]

He had barely spoken when he felt Beika Town bestow a blessing upon him.

[What? Two non-human beings bestowed blessings upon the same person in a single day?]

[Rare indeed! Extremely rare!]

"Again!"

"Holy crap! Just who is Shinichi Kudo? Two inhuman blessings in a row, that's amazing!"

"Even the author said it's rare, what incredible luck!"

"No, Beika Town? Is that what I'm thinking? Isn't Beika Town a city? A city can have consciousness? Forget Shinichi Kudo, I'm about to explode!"

"666! I was just thinking about what kind of non-human could come up with the name 'Mihana Town,' and you already thought of urban consciousness? As expected, we are different."

"You know, people are different. But, oh... I'm so envious!"

"With the blessing of Beika Town, the blessing of the Grim Reaper shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

"It's tough... I think the city's consciousness is no match for a fifth-tier god, and I wonder what it will become."

...

063 Fake Identity Exposed! Non-human Blessing is a Disaster!

Kudo Yusaku felt a sense of suffocation.

How come he didn't know his son was so awesome?

XX year XX month XX day?

What was he doing at that time?

...It's been too long, I can't remember at all!

"Shin-chan is awesome!"

Yukiko Kudo was secretly delighted.

The fact that she was valued by two superhuman beings must mean that her child was exceptionally gifted, right?

"Yukiko, you can't say that."

Kudo Yusaku asked helplessly, "What about those who were killed because of Shinichi's influence?"

"Shin-chan didn't do it on purpose!"

Yukiko Kudo expressed her strong support for her son.

"What about those family members? Have you ever considered that Shinichi might face retaliation?"

"They dare!"

Yukiko Kudo narrowed her eyes.

"This matter involves Shinichi, and we have wronged them, but if you dare to use this against Shinichi, don't blame me!"

The overprotective mother was completely unreasonable.

"Uh...it seems that it was a good thing to let Shinichi learn more from Xia Weiyi back then."

Even Yusaku Kudo couldn't handle this mess.

They felt sorry that others had died for such strange and outrageous reasons.

The problem is that Shinichi Kudo didn't do it on purpose!

He couldn't possibly let his own son die just to avenge someone else, could he?

Forgive him, as a loving father, for not being able to bring himself to do that.

However, there is something that can be worked out regarding Shinichi Kudo's future.

“Let’s go back, Yukiko. Since Shinichi has been chosen by the Grim Reaper, we, as his parents, can only do our best to help him.”

The skills Xia Weiyi learned, like flying planes and firing guns, are not enough; Shinichi Kudo needs to learn much more!

I don't know whether to call him lucky or unlucky.

[Only the Grim Reaper's situation could be salvaged; adding the city's will would be disastrous.]

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