The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

“It’s a loan,” Kuroro corrected. “Borrowing an ability is part of the plan to achieve our goal, and I will return it to him later.”

It's over now, so what else do you need to do besides immediately returning the ability?

"No rush, neither the knight nor I are in a hurry."

Kusuo Saiki: ...

"Why are you reminding me of this? What will happen if I don't pay it back right now? I'm right next to him."

Having a paralyzed person around is even less useful.

"Or... after all this time, do you also want to know about my abilities? Can you learn them just by observing?"

That kind of thing doesn't matter. Aren't your abilities just bookmarks and the Death Note?

Kuroro choked: "Who told you about the Death Note?"

Little Drop raised her hand from the side: "Captain, did the cat also say that the captain's ability is the Death Note?"

That's exactly what Xiaodi said.

Kuroro was both amused and exasperated: "It's not because the ability was included in my book that people died. Although it had some impact, the real cause of the ability's death was someone else."

Do you think you can absolve yourself of responsibility just because the kill wasn't on your head? You were the one who cast the permanent silence skill.

"Of course it has nothing to do with me. No matter how the court decides this, it will have nothing to do with me."

So it's basically Death Note, isn't it?

Kuroro: I can't explain it.

Instead, they returned the ability.

Kusuo Saiki's tail reacted to his body's instincts, swaying as if it wanted to swat at the sofa, but then politely stopped itself from making contact.

He felt a bit annoyed; it was the first time he'd proactively advised someone to do something, and he found it troublesome, which is why he said it was a form of repayment. If he had superpowers, he could have easily solved the problem with a simple mental suggestion.

"Why? Why are you so certain that the person who possesses the power in the book will be in trouble, as if you know some future?"

Enough with the nagging. Immediately return the ability to the hero and never take another member's ability again. That's the prophet's advice to you.

"..." What happened all of a sudden?

The knight-errant had been listening in, but he couldn't hear what Saiki Kusuo was thinking, and was somewhat confused: "Captain, what did the cat say?"

"Tell me to give your power back."

"Haha, there's nothing to do right now, and there's no danger around, so it's okay. Besides, the commander is in pain all over his body and it's inconvenient for him."

"...I'll return it to you now, chivalrous one."

"Huh? Okay."

Oh dear, have you finally realized it? I'll only remind you this once.

Knowing how regretful and resentful Kuroro would be in the future, Kusuo Saiki warned him so firmly. He couldn't help but think to himself: "Stealing a member's ability will lead to a lifetime of regret. This guy is just too arrogant, his life has been too smooth, that's why he so easily takes over Shojiro's ability and doesn't even care about killing others."

Kuroro played a power-returning game with Chrollo, pressing his handprints, while listening to Saiki Kusuo's inner thoughts: "In my opinion, you are worrying unnecessarily. Every individual in our Phantom Troupe is not fragile. Haven't I been living well for almost a year after I stopped thinking about it? But you meant well."

Looking back, there have been countless times when his life hung by a thread, yet he now claims that everything is fine. He is truly arrogant.

Kuroro: "...You're the one who's even more arrogant and conceited, actually believing in a clone lurking by your side. You yourself were quite surprised by your previous answer, weren't you? Isn't he just using your identity to do other things around?"

I guessed quite a few things, but these are very minor issues, much smaller than yours. Cherish the people in your current group; there aren't many left.

"It's quite unexpected that someone would one day advise me on matters concerning the troupe. Do you know a lot about it? Through everyone's opinions?"

This arrogant attitude of thinking you've done your best is really something. You won't change the rules of the guild, will you? But any rules evolve with the progress of society and the group.

"Those are the principles and rules, the core of the spider's philosophy."

What kind of principle is it to allow new members to join by killing existing members? Is it supposed to promote generational change?

"You guessed right, anyone of the same type can join the guild. But what if an exceptionally strong individual wants to join among those of the same type? Are we just going to let them leave? Naturally, we have to hold a duel to select the best, constantly replacing old limbs so that the spider can live forever, including me..."

What's so special about killing someone you've known for so long and bringing their head to face the consequences? Most people would just hate the person who killed their accomplice, seek revenge, and hold a memorial service. Do you think the team's cohesion would still exist without you?

"It's a pity that the Phantom Troupe is just that kind of existence. Cohesion is another kind of instinct that runs in our blood and makes us excited in the face of danger. It is by no means confined to a specific person—me. My existence has never been important. According to the rules, the leader can be replaced, and emotions are something we need to detach ourselves from."

Hey, there's a fool here who ignores other people's friendships.

"It seems you already knew a lot through telepathy. That's right, the current Phantom Troupe is still too close because most of us are childhood friends, but everything will gradually change in the future, becoming a true, eternal Spider..."

Forever my foot! If things had followed the original trajectory, you would all have been wiped out.

Kuroro: "The so-called original trajectory that didn't happen is a non-existent trajectory that was avoided by the Spider Rules. Isn't it incredibly arrogant of you to insist on our efforts like this?"

Those without precognitive abilities need to be even more careful to anticipate the current situation, because there's no going back for those without superpowers.

"I've lost many companions along the way. Regret? We would never stoop to that."

Kusuo Saiki: You're really arrogant.

Kuroro: "You're arrogant too."

Kusuo Saiki: Superpowered people can be arrogant. I know too much about them.

Kuroro: ...

Although he could still reply to Saiki that he was now an ordinary person, Kuroro realized it.

This conversation is veerging towards a quarrel between three-year-old children and should not continue.

"Wow, what audacity!"

"Sigh, let's call a truce." Kuroro covered his face with the book again.

"How dare you argue with 'me' or even fight? You actually put handcuffs on 'me', you must already be prepared to return to nothingness."

Hmm? The thief's ultimate move shifted downwards, and Kuroro looked at the ceiling.

Everyone looked up in the direction of the sound.

The one standing with his arms crossed, looking down at all living beings in mid-air, is Kusuo Saiki.

The pink-haired man, Kusuo Saiki, needs no further prefixes, suffixes, or parentheses to describe his appearance!

"Kusuo Saiki" has landed.

The sofa where Kuroro was was naturally moved two meters to the side, and with the length of the sofa, the two were now three meters apart.

"Huh? Did the sofa suddenly move?" Xiao Di noticed.

Nanmao: "Oh really, I didn't even know there was a sofa over there unless someone told me."

Kusuo Saiki: You're the one who moved it, aren't you?

Nanmao stuck out her tongue and knelt respectfully on one knee in front of the low sofa. She put one hand on the tail that had been teased by the knight just now, and placed the other hand on the pink cat paw at the sole of Saiki Kusuo's foot, thus switching bodies with Saiki Kusuo.

His body fell naturally in an instant, and before his face could touch the cat's body, Kusuo Saiki woke up inside his own body.

The complete Saiki Kusuo, the ordinary guy version, is officially back from this moment on!

"So now, who can tell me why everyone here has disappeared? Did they discover the final area? Where is it located?" Kuroro switched to strategy game mode in an instant.

*Click* Sorry, normal pause is not possible because we're still in the Dark Continent and can't go into normal mode.

Kusuo Saiki truthfully explained the current situation.

"It seems time is a bit tight, it's best to set off immediately." Kuroro slowly stood up, supporting himself on the sofa, and the chivalrous person next to him immediately helped him up.

Does that mean it doesn't hurt anymore?

"Captain, does it stop hurting now?" the swordsman asked.

Chapter 170 Meteor City Also Has Elementary School Education

Kuroro handed his coat to Chrollo and walked towards the door alone. He chuckled, "I can't help it, my physical condition seems to be better than Chrollo's, and I recovered from the side effects faster. I can move around normally now. Don't worry about me, let's hurry to that place. Saiki, you come too. I had Chrollo stay behind to tell the rest of the Phantom Troupe members, but some of them should have already gone to that area."

That's an incredible regenerative ability; his race must actually be savages.

Unfortunately, Kusuo Saiki did not want to leave.

"I'm not going." That's why she specifically refused.

He finally had some quiet time to himself, and he wanted to cherish it dearly...

"Roar!!" Suddenly, a giant beast emerged from the sand and devoured a huge bird flying overhead. The beast blocked out the entire sky outside the balcony. It resembled a whale, and its single, enormous eye turned, looking into the house.

Kusuo Saiki got up and walked towards the door.

"Did you just say something?" Kuroro calmly adjusted his clothes in front of the full-length mirror by the door, completely unconcerned about the monster that had just appeared and disappeared on the beach.

Kusuo Saiki ignored Kuroro's words and walked past him.

There was a sound.

Kusuo Saiki looked back at Kuroro's back. He hadn't even brought his coat with him, so he must really be enduring the pain to carry out his mission.

Kuroro and Nanko looked at each other, and Nanko, who was at his feet, seemed to understand him. As Kuroro turned to leave, Nanko stretched out its tail and tripped him.

Kusuo Saiki: Hello.

Kuroro stumbled, but once he regained his balance, he glanced at Nanako, who had just tripped him.

"Thank you," said Kusuo Shiki.

You're welcome. I didn't know you could say thank you.

However, it's still a bit of a shame that my happy, ordinary life living alone has come to an end like this.

Kusuo Saiki sighed inwardly. However, with the presence of large sandworms on the violent beach, he couldn't continue to peacefully enjoy the scenery.

How strange, there are even props appearing.

“It’s a day school, everyone has a home.” Nanmao led the way. “There’s nothing difficult. Ordinary people live their lives the same way in this field. Those who want to compete can compete. The main goal is to create a sense of success, to become an outstanding person. This is how you obtain the Lord’s Chess…”

Kuroro waited for an answer from the side, but Kusuo Saiki valued the scenery around him more than anything else.

These walls, these scenes, these shops—all of them brought Kusuo Saiki back to his original world.

"I have absolutely no desire to know about the original entity, so I won't go into details."

Kuroro regretfully looked away.

Nanmao led the way, and suddenly they saw a familiar shop. Saiki Kusuo, who was distracted and poking his tail, was looking at it.