I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

Could it be... that the character art has suddenly changed?

!!!

"No, no, my dear Rimbaud!" Zhu Yu cried, her face contorted like a wilted eggplant, her sorrow genuine and heartfelt. "Don't go ugly!"

Rimbaud: "......"

His brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he had a lot to say but swallowed it back down.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say. Should he first deny the title he didn't want to hear, or should he first make it clear to the other party that he hadn't become ugly, but was just disguising himself to prevent his identity from being revealed?

In the very end, only a deep sigh remained.

Having learned from his previous experience, he did not wait for the other party to "steal" the handkerchief.

His brows were slightly furrowed, but his movements were incredibly gentle—he held the handkerchief and wiped away the stains little by little, even unconsciously slowing down his pace, as if he himself was being too careful.

He casually removed the ribbon stuck to his hair.

After her face was wiped clean and her hair was tidied, Zhu Yu blinked and let the other person do as they pleased.

His gaze softened, and his previously tense lips relaxed slightly, revealing a helpless smile. Finally, he withdrew his hand, glanced down at the smudged marks on the handkerchief, said nothing, simply folded it gently, and put it in his pocket.

It's as if all the unspoken complaints, all the mixed feelings of exasperation and amusement, were silently swallowed up and transformed into a single sentence—"Long time no see."

This sentence was spoken in the original tone, and Zhu Yu found it very familiar.

She replied reflexively, "Long time no see, Rimbaud's wife."

“So…” She stared seriously at the unremarkable face, her tone filled with a deep expectation, “Rambo, my wife, can your beautiful face ever come back?”

He quickly added, as if he were acting guilty, "Haha, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just asking."

The player doesn't have bad intentions; he's just concerned about his wife (with a righteous expression).

Rimbaud smiled and shattered Zhu Yu's hopes: "...It probably won't be possible in the short term."

Zhu Yu: ...No!

*

Rimbaud's return was perfectly timed; it was the very next day that marked Chuuya's one-year anniversary.

On the morning of the anniversary, Zhu Yu faced a rare dilemma—whether to do a task or rush to the party.

Chief Mori assigned her a task to a location that was quite far away. If she were to complete it, she might not be able to reach the flag meeting place on time and thus miss the celebration party.

Both options are very tempting...

Zhu Yu hesitated for a moment, then decided to do the mission first—finish it as quickly as possible and get back. If she could make it back in time, that would be ideal, the best of both worlds. If she really couldn't make it back in time, she would [reload the save] and experience both options.

——【Archived】

This mission was to suppress a dissident small organization. In order to be efficient, she did not bring her subordinates and went directly to the mission location by herself.

As she climbed onto the motorcycle, the moment the engine roared to life, the scene in her peripheral vision suddenly narrowed into blurry blocks of color. Only the mission instructions given by the system seemed real and worthy of her attention.

Just as she arrived at her destination, her default phone rang in her pocket.

He took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID flashing on the screen—[Osamu Dazai].

While the call was being connected, he kicked the glass window.

"Hello, Dazai."

The moment she burst through the window, shards of glass burst around her, like a frozen waterfall of ice crystals.

Upon landing, it resembles a black panther tucking its limbs together, then gracefully stands up.

Before the rebels, realizing an enemy intrusion, could even raise their guns, they were spun around and kicked in the wrist—the sound of bones shattering and the clatter of guns hitting the ground immediately attracted the attention of the guards in the other rooms.

This small organization deliberately chose an inconspicuous abandoned red brick house as its temporary secret base, surrounded by desolation and long-abandoned people.

With a light touch of the fingertip, the ivy instantly bursts forth from the soil, weaving a bulletproof green shield on the damp brick surface. Bullets hitting the leaves scatter tiny fluorescent fragments, like falling stardust.

"—Hmm, this is Dazai. Are you busy with a mission?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes," she replied, manipulating the thorny branches to whip the enemies away. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"—Eh, what a cold response. Can't you call unless there's something important?" Dazai Osamu complained.

"Well, no, it was just a bit of a surprise," she replied.

Perhaps it's just an Easter egg in the story where you interact with an NPC unexpectedly during gameplay.

Zhu Yu didn't take it to heart and didn't hang up the phone.

He held the phone, focused solely on carrying out his mission.

The enemy's roars and the sound of gunfire mingled together, making the background noise exceptionally loud.

"The battle is fierce..."

With a wave of his hand, he scattered a pile of seeds, and the branches of the wisteria blossoms transformed into steel chains that pierced through the enemy's bulletproof vest, pinning him firmly to the wall.

"It seems our Lord Kawakami is in a hurry," Dazai Osamu said casually.

"Yes, I have other plans for today."

Urgent! Players are in a rush to attend Chuuya's celebration!

These red-named NPC soldiers should hurry up and die!

Spikes shot outwards, blood bloomed, the struggling man's hands were pinned to the wall, green stems emerged from the gun barrels, coiled and bound, turning the guns into scrap metal.

Before the smoke of battle had cleared, Zhu Yu strode toward the NPC who had been pinned to the ground and rendered incapacitated—looting the corpse was the priority.

Because she was in a hurry to get to the next event, she even sped up her looting of the corpses.

As if sensing the end of the battle, a long sigh came from the other end of the phone, and then Dazai's voice suddenly rose and became exceptionally serious.

"It's best not to rush back."

Chapter 88 puts players in a difficult position...

"Why?" She stared blankly at the blood droplets that had splattered on the back of her hand for a while, then wiped them on the clothes of the NPC lying dead. "It was already agreed upon."

Well, it's clean.

"...You'll see an unpleasant scene." There was a five-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a faint, almost sighing voice. "But...that kind of reason won't convince you, will it?"

Although the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see, Zhu Yu nodded in agreement.

The players are rushing off to a party!

After quickly finishing her search of the corpse, she stood up and walked outside: "Well, I'm done with my mission now and need to go back. Is there anything else, Dazai?"

If there's nothing else, she hopes to end the conversation quickly, as she won't be able to hear him clearly while riding her motorcycle and making a phone call.

She stood by the motorcycle waiting for the other person to hang up.

Based on her gaming experience, in the game, the other party should end the call before she can finish it. Otherwise, what if she hangs up first and misses the conditions for triggering a mission?

Dazai seemed to perk up, saying, "There's still a lot to say!"

Then he started rambling on the other end of the phone, saying things like he was complaining—his subordinates were too stupid, the bandages they bought were not the bandages he wanted at all; why couldn't the Port Mafia canteen provide crabs every day, why didn't the logistics department know how to make arrangements; and why Boss Mori had made him handle some task that he found very boring, and that he was too good at exploiting minors, etc.

He clearly knew that Zhu Yu had a habit of not hanging up the phone first, and he whispered to her with complete peace of mind.

There was a rustling sound coming from the microphone, as if he was fidgeting restlessly while holding the phone; you could almost imagine the fuzz on his hair brushing against the receiver.

Zhu Yu listened patiently, treating it as a way to pass the time—after all, Dazai was eloquent and his vivid storytelling was never boring.

But I still miss the celebration I couldn't make it to.

Just as she was starting to get anxious, Dazai said in a relaxed tone, "Well, I'm so tired after talking so much. Let's stop here for today."

"Goodbye."

"Well, goodbye, Dazai."

Zhu Yu breathed a sigh of relief when Dazai finally hung up the phone.

Why is Dazai suddenly talking so much? This is really putting players in a difficult position...

Noticing the text message from Ado Bird that had been on her phone an hour earlier—"Chuuya's coming soon, hurry up"—she quickly hopped on her motorcycle.

Hopefully, it's not over yet.

The motorcycle roared through the city once more, its taillights leaving a crimson trail. The wind rushed into my collar, dispelling the lingering smell of gunpowder on my clothes.

This is the morning rush hour for Yokohama residents heading to work, and the roads are somewhat congested. Fortunately, thanks to Zhu Yu's "superb" driving skills, after running countless red lights and being chased by military and police all the way, he is finally about to reach his destination.

Hopefully I can make it.

The roar of the motorcycle came to an abrupt halt, and the tires left a final, charred mark on the pile of gravel.

Zhu Yu jumped out of the car, and what she saw made her pupils shrink suddenly, and she fell into deep thought—had she gone to the wrong place?

The once brightly lit bar has now become a twisted steel graveyard, with the remnants of reinforced concrete resembling playing cards torn apart by a giant beast. Only half of the sign "Old World" hangs from the broken wall.

Glass shards and twisted metal supports were mixed together, creating a mess on the ground, as if an unstoppable storm had annihilated everything.

I don't understand, I don't understand at all, but my heart is already in my throat.

Zhu Yu frowned and walked over. As she got closer, a familiar figure came into view—it was Chuuya. He stood in a corner of the ruins, expressionless, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if his soul had vanished with the sudden storm.

Beside him stood a tattered "person"—or perhaps not a person at all. His body was charred, oozing some unknown liquid, and one of his eyes was ulcerated, occasionally emitting malfunctioning sparks.

"Zhongye," Zhu Yu called out, glancing hesitantly at the seemingly frozen black bubble of emotions above his head. "What's wrong here?"

Hearing the call, he turned his head slowly and blankly, his once bright and determined cobalt blue eyes dimming as if shrouded in dark clouds.

Chuuya's eyes are raining.

“You’ve come…” His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of hell, each syllable carrying the scent of blood and gunpowder. “They’re dead. The PR guy, the silly bird, the cold-blooded one, the surgeon… and the pianist, they… they’re all dead.”

"The murderer is... Verlaine."

He read out the murderer's name word by word, his nails digging into his flesh as if trying to pour all his hatred into it through that point of contact.

dislike.

dislike it very much.

Why do players' favorite NPCs make such an expression...?

Zhu Yu began to feel a little irritated.

She recalled the information revealed in Chuuya's words—that all the members of the Flag Society were dead, and that it was Verlaine who did it.

The people from the Flag Society, whom I met just yesterday, were lively and energetic NPCs, but today they lie cold and lifeless in the ruins.

Her excellent eyesight in the game allowed her to clearly see—the surgeon who had smiled and invited her to join the Port Mafia medical department was quietly closing his eyes, and a few steps away lay his bloodied lower body.

Bloodstained strands of hair peeked out from under a rock—those were the hair of the silly bird.

The others were trapped under the rubble and could not be found.

In her field of vision, the only NPCs present were Chuuya and the unfamiliar NPC, while the name boxes representing the members of the Flag Association had all disappeared.

The green dots and the health bar are all gone.

She blinked, feeling a strange stiffness—as if grains of sand were grinding between her eyeballs and eyelids.

"It's my fault... I will find that guy myself and kill him with my own hands." The lieutenant chewed these words over and over again between his teeth, as if he wanted to swallow them down with blood and tears.

Suddenly realizing something, he looked up nervously and gripped Zhu Yu's sleeve tightly: "You have to be careful. Verlaine will continue to kill those around me. He might come after you..."

The more he spoke, the more his head drooped helplessly, trembling as he suppressed unspeakable pain and shock, as well as the overwhelming rage he was about to unleash against the murderer.

That shouldn't be happening... Chuuya shouldn't have that expression on his face.

Indeed... it was an unpleasant scene.

Zhu Yu glanced at the ruins, and a cluster of eerie blue flames suddenly ignited in her chest, quietly gnawing at the boundaries of her reason.

“Look at me, Chuuya.” Zhu Yu turned Chuuya’s face and lightly touched the corner of his eye with her fingertip. “I will not let this happen again. I will—rewrite this ending.”

"This time, I won't be late."

Chapter 89 I've come to save you!