The Protagonist Always Wants to Find Someone to Commit Suicide With - Chapter 13

“Suicide by shooting… but why exactly would I utilize a gun against myself?” Dazai Osamu held that solitary object brought over from his original universe within his hand The Complete Suicide Manual. Across the red outer cover, the four characters for “Complete Suicide” were written without a single shred of concealment, lacking any sense of mystery at all.

“Furthermore, that method would likely prove intensely painful, right? I truly hold zero desire to experience the sensation of being struck by a bullet,” his voice carried a touch of teasing notes, yet zero expression was traceable across his face.

“Your person can sample the carbon-embracing suicide listed earlier,” the system noted with zero lack of malice. “A method of dying like that sounds highly suitable for you.”

“Embracing glowing, scalding carbon… to perceive the warmth of the human world?” Dazai flipped back to the page from moments ago, reading that specific section with earnest, his gaze exceptionally focused.

“It counts as a highly peculiar method,” he paused. He looked exactly as if he were earnestly evaluating the feasibility of this specific line.

The system originally merely couldn’t stand his un-anchored demeanor, completely un-premeditated that he would actually proceed to evaluate it with absolute earnestness. Things have turned bad currently, the system silently noted a bad turn deep within its core. Its host’s mental dysfunction looked on the verge of acting up anew; if he truly proceeded to execute a carbon-embracing suicide, what should be done then?

“In truth…” thinking it couldn’t let its host proceed out to practice a bloody method of dying of this nature, the system opened its mouth with total circuitousness.

But before its words could even finish, it caught Dazai Osamu’s deeply moved yet firm rejection response.

“Though it sounds remarkably decent, it remains far too painful; what difference exists between embracing carbon and facing an execution?”

He spread his hands: “Reaching a juncture like right now, the choice remains to seek out a lady who is willing to execute a love suicide together with me.”

System: What a total lunatic.

Because they were far too bored, they spent their time reading the manual while shuffling toward the source origin of the miasma with a turtle-like velocity.

That location fell deep within the interior of a forest, the position marked across the map sheet failing to remain definitive; rather than calling it a position, a massive circled zone was far more appropriate.

Matoba Seiji was highly cautious regarding a miasma of this unknown lineage; hence, when dispatching people to investigate, they merely established a loose bearing along the outer perimeter of the zone, failing to penetrate deep inside to scout.

“Arrived,” abruptly collapsing the manual within his hand, Dazai Osamu cast his focus toward the forest before his eyes one wrapped entirely in swirling smoke mist.

Massive patches of onion-green branch leaves sprawled densely, and a path paved with stone steps was masked among the trees, leading straight toward the high shrine structures.

This location fell far too remote for humans, hence foot tracks were rare; correspondingly, this shrine structure sat on the brink of abandonment too. Aside from a handful of elderly individuals proceeding up to execute sacrifices during festivals, practically nobody would trudge to this side. Nested inside a damp forest, several dew-stained vines clung along the steps right on cue, alongside patches of green moss sprawling within the minute fractures running across the stone steps, appearing exceptionally crisp and clean if one omitted the black mist swirling across this perimeter.

This mist delivered an identical sensation to the miasma encountered before.

“A shrine.”

Dazai Osamu hoisted his feet to step onto the stone steps, tilting his head back to track the pitch-black depths of the interior. “This place acts as a perfect match for a source origin of the miasma.” The exact split second his person strode inside, that mist looked exactly as if it automatically swerved away to clear a path, assembling a vacuum zone around his frame.

“The barrier was destroyed,” Dazai dropped his frame low to pick up a snapped rope strand across the ground; white cloth strips still hung along its length, looking exactly like the barrier belonging to this shrine structure.

“Because the barrier was destroyed, the entity sealed inside was unloosed?” the system speculated.

“Not necessarily,” Dazai stepped past the fencing, gauging the wild grass sprawling around out of a lack of management. “The fracture tracks are far too peculiar.”

He pointed toward the tree branches fallen across the surrounding ground. “The duration since these tree branches were snapped should match perfectly with the duration since the barrier was destroyed.”

The remaining words required zero voicing from his person before the system caught it; the perimeter of this shrine structure was lined entirely with snapped branches fallen across the ground to this image.

“Reversing the logic, could it be that an entity inside the barrier broke through the seal from within by its own power?” Dazai circumvented layer upon layer of vermilion torii gates, finally halting right before a well situated at the exact center of the shrine structure.

“Peculiar,” he noted. “Why place a well right at the center of a shrine?”

“Could a well be sealing some entity within?” the system stated.

“…” Dazai poked his head over, hitching a brow the exact split second he caught sight of the interior parameters.

It wasn’t a dry well, nor was it sealing some yokai a pitch-black, narrow tunnel track extended bottomless without a trace of its base. This didn’t mean it couldn’t be glimpsed, but rather the very first glance delivered a sensation that it possessed absolute zero base at all.

“Is the miasma spilling out from right here?” the system asked. It could see the miasma inside this well was brilliantly more concentrated than in alternative locations.

“This well—” Dazai elongated his tail tone, his feather-light voice leaking some inexplicable, mysterious note. And the exact split second the system’s curiosity parameter was hooked up, he extended his hands to support himself against the well rim, executing a clean, efficient lunge right inside.

“It looks remarkably suitable for executing a suicide.”

System: WHAT THE F—