After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

"call--"

"call--"

Accompanied by heavy gasping, Gen Chinu opened his eyes in a trance. The dazzling white light of the hospital ward made his eyes sting, followed by more pain, spreading from his limbs to all parts of his body.

The rich bloody smell accompanied by bone-chilling coldness rose from his heart to his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The last time I felt this much pain was when my brother killed me.

Tears blurred his eyes and he lay dazed on the hospital bed, feeling like a corpse.

I finally lost, and lost everything.

Of the only two people he loved in this world, one didn't love him and killed him with his own hands; the other died in front of him before she even fell in love with him.

The nightmare was over and Miss Liuli died.

Died from his words, died on the eve of happiness, died in a painful dream.

A piercing hatred spread through his internal organs like poison. He had never hated himself as much as he did now.

Why don't you die in that well? Why don't you die?

Why would you want to kill the few people in this world who might still love you?

The immense sadness distorted his face. He wanted to roar, shout, and cry, but no sound came out of his throat.

The long knife from many years ago seemed to pierce his throat again, the iron blade piercing through his vocal cords and tearing him in half.

Including the brain and the heart.

"Don't look like you're dying."

A young man's cold voice came from beside him. Gen Chijo subconsciously turned her head and saw Dazai Osamu sitting on a chair beside him peeling an apple.

A long strip of apple peel fell down intactly, and Dazai Osamu did not even raise his head, just maintaining that terrifying, cold expression.

"Teacher Liuli is fine. In fact, she is in the next ward and just woke up."

He picked up the peeled apple and cut it into small pieces of equal size before continuing,

"After all, if something really happened to Teacher Liuli, do you think I would still give you a chance to wake up and cry uselessly here?"

Gen Chinu opened his eyes wide and subconsciously tried to get up from the bed, but severe pain followed and his whole body began to twitch in pain.

Then he laughed out loud again, as if the ability to laugh had returned to his body. He spit out blood while laughing, his mouth full of blood foam, but he laughed heartily.

He rolled off the bed. The tearing of the Word Spirit Dream Tapir had severely damaged his spirit. In fact, he was the most seriously injured among the three people.

Yuan Zhisheng was unharmed, and Liuli was not only unharmed, but also fused with the fragments of the Chaos Sea and Source Castle.

Only the unlucky Genjiro, not only was the dream he wove invaded by a large number of external forces far stronger than him, but in the end he was directly torn apart by Gojo Satoru from the first world. The damage was no less than releasing a few mushroom bombs in the spiritual world.

When Dazai Osamu opened the colored painting book, he had already fallen to the ground bleeding from all seven orifices. If Yosano Akiko had not rescued him in time, he would have died on the spot.

Yuan Zhinu ignored the severe pain all over his body. He was completely unable to stand, so he simply crawled out with difficulty. He wanted to see Liuli, even if it was just to see her for a moment.

Howl felt at peace whenever he saw Sophie.

Dazai Osamu was still sitting in the chair, chewing the apple slowly with a knife. He ignored the young girl's movements and said lightly:

"The king is not dead."

Genji's movements froze.

He collapsed to the ground as if he had used up all his strength, but he still twisted his head stiffly to look at Dazai Osamu, his expression ferocious and his eyes filled with piercing hatred.

"So does that brainy thing called Nosuo, and the Colorless King."

"Oh, you may not know the latter two. To put it simply, the three of them conspired to harm Miss Liuli... and you two brothers."

Genji looked at Dazai Osamu with strange eyes. He didn't believe that Dazai Osamu would not take revenge. If he took revenge, the other party would still be alive...

When did Dazai Osamu become like this?

But you wanted to die together with General Wang just because of a disagreement.

As if he understood the look in Minamoto no Chitose's eyes, Dazai Osamu sighed softly, his brows and eyes cold and gloomy.

"There's nothing I can do, Mr. Dragon King of the Fierce Ghost Clan. It's because you, the Eight Snake Clans, are such useless people."

"Over the years, the entire Snake Eight Clan has been infiltrated like a sieve by Wang Jiang, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him Tachibana Masamune."

"But I can't just say that about you. After all, the Jujutsu community is even more useless than you."

"When we all thought we could get rid of them all, these three guys somehow contacted the guys from the Demonic Path."

"Together with the magicians, they used the White King's power as leverage, accumulating magical power for well over seventy years and constructed the Holy Grail System in Tokyo."

"Now, the Holy Grail War is about to begin."