I started with Demon Slayer, and after drawing the strongest character, I'm invincible!

Chuuya Nakahara kicked open Osamu Dazai's door aggressively and immediately saw that he was drinking his treasured Patus.

"Damn mackerel!"

"Hey, Chuuya, what brings you here?"

Dazai Osamu calmly hid the wine bottle on the table and spoke.

"How dare you ask! You stole my wine and are pretending not to know. Was my Petrus good?"

Chuuya Nakahara glared angrily at Osamu Dazai. He was always stealing his alcohol, his car, and his cards. How could someone be so shameless?

"Chuuye, you can't say that. We're partners. It's not unreasonable for me to lend you a bottle of wine to have a drink."

Dazai Osamu vehemently denied this claim, saying that it was a matter of theft or not, and that he had simply borrowed the money, but it just so happened that Chu was not home at the time.

Nakahara Chuuya had no intention of listening to Dazai Osamu's nonsense; he wouldn't be able to quell his anger without beating the bastard up.

"Chuuya, I'm sorry, Dazai didn't mean it."

It wasn't until Oda Sakunosuke spoke that Nakahara Chuuya noticed his presence and calmed down a bit.

“Oda, you don’t need to speak up for him, he did it on purpose.”

Chuuya Nakahara had known Osamu Dazai for a long time; how could he not know his character?

"Want to have a drink together?" Oda Sakunosuke knew that he had calmed down, and Dazai had temporarily escaped a disaster.

“Okay, anyway, I don’t have to go to school tomorrow.” Chuuya hesitated for a moment before agreeing to the suggestion.

"You damn mackerel! Die!"

Chuuya Nakahara cursed incoherently, then looked up and appeared to see the bastard who had stolen his wine.

"Chuuya, calm down!" Dazai Osamu was sweating profusely.

Chuuya Nakahara started acting crazy while drunk. If he gets beaten up without thinking, he definitely won't be able to get up tomorrow.

"Oda Sakunosuke! Help me!" I shouldn't have drunk with that shorty; I miscalculated.

Dazai Osamu, who had finally gotten Nakahara Chuuya back, touched his right eye. Ouch, that really hurt.

Looks like next time I'll have to find a place where the little dwarf can't find the wine.

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Two weeks later, Gojo Satoru shook the small bottle in his hand; the green liquid was crystal clear and looked very beautiful.

The older brother from the amusement park said: [If you dilute this potion with water in a 1:1 ratio and give it to the people who have shrunk, they will return to their original size.]

Kikufuku: [Did you mix this?]

The older brother from the amusement park: [No, a friend helped with the preparation.]

Wait, shouldn't Merlin have mixed the potions himself? Did he really outsource the task of mixing potions?

Gojo Satoru took out his phone, edited a text message, and sent it to Mori Ougai, asking him to call a meeting with everyone after school.

Upon receiving the text message, Mori Ōgai glanced at the teacher on the podium and continued grading documents.

He, the head of the Port Mafia, really had a tough life.

At such a young age, not only do they have to go to school, but they also have to bring documents to school to process. When will this kind of life end?

"Mr. Mori, why another meeting?" Dazai Osamu asked, slumped on the conference table, bored.

Their lives are so peaceful now, what else is there to discuss in meetings?

"You'll have to ask Wu Jun about that; it might be good news, who knows?"

Mori Ougai said with a smile, "What important matter could possibly warrant gathering everyone here now?"

That must be closely related to them personally; for example, a method has already been found to turn them back.

Edogawa Ranpo yawned and slumped sleepily onto the table. Great, he wouldn't have to go to school anymore.

Gojo Satoru pushed open the conference room door, and had the burly man in black behind him place cups of green potions in front of everyone.

"Wu, what is this?"

Dazai Osamu curiously shook the small cup in his hand; the green liquid was rather attractive.

"Drink it, and you will be able to return to your original state."

Gojo Satoru said calmly that once they returned to their original lives, his mission would be complete.

Mori Ōgai's eyes lit up. He had finally waited for this day. He picked up the cup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

He waited quietly for a moment and found that he had not changed at all. He couldn't help but turn his gaze to Gojo Satoru.

What happened to the promise that drinking it would turn him back? Why hasn't he turned back yet?

Huh? Gojo Satoru glanced at Mori Ougai in surprise. It didn't work?

He pulled out the instruction manual Merlin had given him and found the answer there.

He comforted Mori Ōgai, "Hey, don't worry, you'll be fine after you take a nap."

"I see, I understand." Mori Ougai breathed a sigh of relief; he had thought it wouldn't work.

The others didn't hesitate any longer and drank the green liquid in their hands. It was a good thing to be able to turn back.

"Alright, you guys go back and get some sleep."

Gojo Satoru was the first to leave the meeting room; before leaving, he needed to check on the condition of the Little World Tree.

The Little World Tree is still the same as before, a small tree a little over a meter tall, but its branches and leaves are a bit more lush.

Dazai Osamu lay on the bed, feeling the changes in his body, before finally opening his eyes after a long while.

His eyes crinkled into a smile, clearly showing he was in a good mood.

It's definitely better the way it was before; it's not convenient for children to do anything.

Normally, his parents would be called in if he skipped class, but luckily he changed Gojo Satoru's contact information in Ryoko-sensei's phone to Sakaguchi Ango's beforehand.

After recovering, Fukuzawa Yukichi returned to the Armed Detective Agency with his members, and the group members also returned to North America.

In the leader's office on the top floor, Mori Ōgai looked serenely at the scenery outside the window; Yokohama was as beautiful as ever today.

When Dazai Osamu found Gojo Satoru, he was buying tickets to ride the Ferris wheel.

As the Ferris wheel slowly rose, he spoke first.

Are you getting ready to leave?

"Yes, your problem is solved, so I should go now."

Gojo Satoru nodded casually; this world was merely a part of his journey through life.

Although he had a lot of fun here, he eventually had to leave.

"You're not coming back, and neither is Howard, right?"

Dazai Osamu, who once owned the book, knew very well that Gojo Satoru and Howard never belonged to this world.

He has many memories of parallel worlds in his mind, but his world develops differently from other worlds.

Oda Sakunosuke did not die; they remained good friends, and no tragedy occurred. All of this was thanks to Howard, who was different from others in the world.

Without Howard's appearance, this world might be just like countless parallel universes.

He and Oda Sakunosuke, one of them will die, and then everything will begin to fall apart. Mori-san, Chuuya, Ango, they will all stand on the opposite side.

However, there are no "what ifs" in this world. Howard appeared in their world and gave everyone a perfect ending.

Although the world was almost destroyed in the end, he summoned Gojo Satoru, who brought new life to the world.

Dazai Osamu was truly grateful to them; this world without "books" had broken free from the control of the main world "books".

This world truly belongs to them now; the future is full of possibilities, and there will be no more pre-planned paths.