It's here. Without exception, everyone stared intently at the screen. The protagonist who dominates the world? How truly anticipated that is.
The video begins with a beautiful sea of flowers surrounding a courtyard, a common feature in European architecture. A gentle breeze stirs, bringing a rain of petals; the soft wind carries rose-colored petals as they flutter and dance.
The gaze followed the petals as the brilliant petals drifted over the sea of flowers, entered the courtyard, landed on a slender, white hand.
The owner of the hand could not see his face, only his slender neck and magnificent attire, which was adorned with intricate courtly decorations.
With a light chuckle, the person picked up the petal with pity and gently released it into the wind, letting the petal begin its journey once more.
“If it is for the peace of other worlds, for the safety of countless living beings, then Vongola agrees. World Fusion.” The sound of fingers brushing against fabric was clearly audible, the voice was incredibly gentle, like a clear spring flowing through one's heart, nourishing parched fields, sending a tingling sensation through one's ears.
That hand placed an exquisitely crafted, vibrantly colored, magnificently complex ring onto the table, which was engraved with guns and bullets.
One could only hear that person whispering softly, "In the name of the Vongola Decimo."
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Is My Relationship with My Childhood Friend Really Okay?
A plea for help popped up on a certain emotional forum
[Is there something wrong with my relationship dynamic with my childhood friend?]
OP: As the title suggests, I am male, I have a childhood friend I grew up with. The relationship between me and my childhood friend has always been great; we haven't left each other's side since we were kids, we know each other's every secret. No one has said anything about this for the past ten-plus years, but recently someone told me that the way my childhood friend and I interact is problematic. I want to ask everyone, is there really something wrong with this?
1L：？
2L: No picture, no truth. OP, if you don't provide an example, how are we supposed to analyze it?
OP: It's like this. Because I was born prematurely, my health has always been quite poor, so my childhood friend always carries two umbrellas, a thermos of hot water, the medicine I often take in his backpack.
Because of health reasons, I am the type of person who has a huge appetite despite having a poor constitution and wants to eat everything, so my childhood friend finishes everything I can't finish for me. My childhood friend thinks outside food is unhealthy, so he taught himself to cook over a decade ago just to recreate those flavors for me.
My childhood friend also always helps wash my clothes. He feels that a maid wouldn't treat them with enough care. Although he discards a few of my clothes every year, that's only because they were torn and he took them to be thrown away (whispering: actually, I accidentally found the clothes he said he threw away in his wardrobe; he said he made a mistake, haha, even smart people have moments of confusion, I've definitely recorded his dark history).
Most importantly, whatever I want, my childhood friend knows immediately. Whenever I run into trouble, he is always the first to show up. No matter where I am, he can always find me first. Hahaha, this might be the purest bond between us brothers—we have a telepathic connection.
Yeah, that's basically it. Isn't that just how normal best friends get along, not to mention we're childhood friends!
3L: A lover is a lover, a childhood friend is a childhood friend. A childhood friend can't become a lover—I mean, a childhood friend is a lover!
4L: OP, the priority shouldn't be posting to ask if there's something wrong with your relationship dynamic. I think you should go check your childhood friend's wardrobe first; you might find even more surprises there:)
5L: Also, remember to check your phone or your person to see if there are any extra little tracking gadgets.
The speaker's words were quite strange; Huayu's future remained unanswered, even more questions popped up instead.
He obediently went to check his childhood friend's wardrobe and indeed found many of the clothes he had claimed to have lost over the years.
“What are you looking for, darling?”
Huayu turned around and saw her childhood friend leaning against the door, his expression dark and unreadable.
A sunny, slightly airheaded puppy-like protagonist vs. a dark, insecure, clingy, arrogant protagonist
Chapter 2: The Second Day of the Live Stream
The World Consciousness provided an appropriate introduction: [The Vongola Decimo is the savior of World 73, the Vongola Ring he wears is also one of the three cornerstones that make up the world.]
World 73 is a world of the Mafia, where every named and famous faction is a Mafia organization. Among them, the Vongola is the uncrowned king of the underworld, ruling over the entire Mafia world.
In World 73, there exists a magical ability known as Flames, an ability that is closely related to one's own resolve.
The World Consciousness gave a brief introduction to the world's worldview, but before it could finish, everything below became as chaotic as a boiling pot.
As a resident of this world, the Ninth Generation first saw his own castle, then saw those hands, upon hearing the voice, his first reaction was, oh no!
One look was enough to tell that this wasn't Xanxus; even if he had other plans, Xanxus himself could never become the Vongola boss, but he was about to make it crystal clear—his son's temperament was about to explode!
He wasn't wrong.
Xanxus originally had little interest in such things, he closed his eyes with disdain as the video played, but he suddenly heard a sentence: "In the name of the Vongola Decimo."
With one glance, he saw that the person in the video was not himself.
Before he could even explode, Levi shouted first, "No, this is fake, the Vongola Decimo's position belongs to the boss!"
Squalo tossed his hair and rested his greatsword on the chair: "You've got to be kidding me!"
Varia was the first to show dissatisfaction, making a loud commotion.
Amuro Tooru saw that the entire World 73 was composed of Port Mafia members, he frowned while secretly pondering; this situation was bad for the police. How could they allow the gang members to take control?
Before he could think much more, he saw the resistance from Varia. This meant rebellion; so, the so-called lack of unity within the Vongola was true, wasn't it? There were two successors fighting.
Great, as long as there is conflict, he will be able to find a way to weaken the Port Mafia's influence.
Thinking of this, he secretly observed Gin's expression. Sooner or later, he would send every criminal in the world to prison!
Mori Ogai was also plotting in the shadows. As a member of the Port Mafia, he suddenly realized that after the world's fusion, a massive burden would be placed upon his head. His first thought was of the opponent's personality and organizational structure, whether he could find a loophole to carve out a share of the benefits.
Seeing that the opposition wasn't an impenetrable fortress, he curled his lips into a smirk.
As long as there's a gap, it's fine; he's no pushover either.
Dazai Osamu curled up in his chair, his voice soft and limp: "Mori-san, you should put away that ill-intentioned smile first; are you trying to tell everyone that you're a pervert?"
Mori Ogai maintained his smile, saying in a relaxed mood, "Dazai-kun, I was just thinking about how to develop the organization. You heard it too, right? Vongola—that is a behemoth. Once you're out, I'll be counting on you to work hard."
Dazai Osamu drew out his words, "That sounds like such a hassle. Once I'm out, can I apply for a month of paid leave?"
No, you can't.
Tch.
The Varia members were still arguing. Xanxus glanced at the old man and saw that the other was looking at him; that deep gaze was filled with worry, he instantly felt it was boring.
He drew his gun and fired at Levi, his crimson eyes filled with madness: "Shut up and get back!"
Levi: "But boss.."
A volley of bullets struck his shoulder; he wouldn't be injured in this space, but Levi knew it was a warning, he shut his mouth instantly.
Xanxus turned his gaze back to the video, his fierce face making his expression unreadable. Everyone knew that things wouldn't end like this; once he saw that face, the face of the Vongola Decimo, he would definitely kill the opponent.
Letting the tyranny in his heart rage on, Xanxus said, "Hmph, I want to see exactly who is being so overconfident. I will personally measure your limits. Ha! Vongola Decimo, I'll be waiting for you."
Sawada Tsunayoshi could hear what he was saying, but he once again embraced his weak and helpless self, the self that needed to gain some courage, so that he wouldn't be intimidated by Xanxus again, even though he had already faced him once before.
Waaaah, but Xanxus really is terrifying.
The video continued to play:
An orange pacifier was placed on the table, resting next to a Vongola Ring. As the gaze shifted upward, a young girl appeared; she wore a large white hood, had a youthful face, sweet features, a flower-like mark beneath her left eye.
As the Sky of the Arcobaleno, I will support the choice of the Vongola Decimo.
In the name of the Cillone family.
The girl said with a smile.
Mori Ran whispered to Sonoko, "Even such a small child is part of the Port Mafia? It's unbelievable."
Ozaki Kureyo also looked up; how long could this flower-like girl last in the darkness?
Reborn looked at the pacifier with an unreadable expression as Leon crawled onto the pacifier on his chest.
Chun Sanpu had stood beside Kawakyo at some unknown point. Perhaps because of their similar ages, they quickly hit it off. "I've discovered several adorable infants here. They're so small and already being brought in; what if they get so scared that they start crying?"
Kawakyo also frowned in thought. "That's true, are their mothers and fathers here too?"
That remains to be seen.
My, my, both the little XX and Uni are working so hard. If I were to cast a vote against them, it would seem rather cold-hearted, wouldn't it?
The man with the syrupy voice spoke, the first thing one noticed was his hair, which was pure white without a single stray color, then his purple, crystal-like eyes, which shimmered with malice.
“But if another world is about to be destroyed, what does that have to do with me? It's not like I'm the one destroying it.”
A world that's about to be destroyed isn't fun anyway, so why bother saving it?
The handsome, even somewhat sinister-looking man rested his chin on one hand and spoke teasingly, "A world that relies on others to be saved has no value in being saved."
As soon as the words fell, Amuro Tooru's eyes grew cold. As expected, he was a member of the evil Port Mafia; the previous two were just smoke screens, while this one was finally showing his true nature.
Gin raised his eyes slightly. This one was decent; the previous two had auras that were too clean, lacking even a hint of the momentum of a top-tier Port Mafia boss—they were sickeningly kind.
Dazai Osamu looked at Mori Ogai with interest: "Mori-san, you've finally met your match."
Mori Ogai replied calmly, "Since the World Consciousness said this is to prepare for the fusion, it means his opinion is no longer important."
Gojo Satoru let out an "oh," bouncing his white hair. "Tsk, we both have white hair, but compared to him, my character is a thousand times better. Meeting a teacher as kind-hearted as me, you all must be laughing in your sleep from joy."
Fushiguro Megumi: ".."
Zenin Maki: "Don't even get me started, I'm gonna puke."
Inumaki Toge: ".."
Panda: "It's a good thing I'm not human, so I won't be as disgusting as Satoru."
Gojo Satoru, injured: "How could you be like this? Am I not your beloved teacher anymore?"
Ieiri Shoko chuckled. "How much alcohol have you had that you've started talking nonsense?"
However," Byakuran raised a finger, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "It wouldn't be impossible to make me change my mind, as long as you agree to one request of mine.
A small request, you can save hundreds of millions of people. Isn't that a good deal?
Vermouth crossed her legs elegantly. "What greedy people. How will they answer, Gin?"
Gin replied gloomily, "I don't care."
Edogawa Conan was somewhat angry: "Damn it, what does he think human lives are, just some casual joke?"
As expected, they were cold-blooded, heartless, cruel Mafia members; none of them were good people.
Everyone had mixed reactions to these words. After only a brief conversation, they were still unsure whether the previous two would agree. They seemed very kind, but after all, they were Port Mafia.
Even if they are gentle, they are still Port Mafia.
["Refusal"