Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

"You mean, half an hour before I woke up, you saw them fighting for several hours against an absolutely powerful and terrifying being over five meters tall, and that they ultimately won?"

"Yes, Lord Tokugawa."

The staff member, who wasn't one of Tokugawa's people, was a bit confused and could only nod in affirmation of Tokugawa's statement.

Then the staff suspected that time had stopped, because as soon as he confirmed it, Tokugawa became completely still and didn't even blink.

For a good ten seconds or so, the staff began to wonder if the little old man in front of them was a specimen, because he looked so lifelike.

Finally, he made a move.

Tokugawa fell backward in agony, his wrinkled, potato-like face contorted into a complex pattern, with tiny pearls accumulating in the corners of the folds.

He let out a loud shout.

"Waaaaah! Why! Why?! What did I do wrong?! What did I do wrong?!"

Why is it that you, who have no purity whatsoever, could witness that earth-shattering battle! While I, who have dedicated my entire life to witnessing the strongest things in the world, can only remain unconscious!

God! Why did you wake me up! I was already dying! Just let me die! Let me die!

Seeing Tokugawa, who was the first among the unconscious to wake up naturally, suddenly fall ill, Erina Nakiri, who was confused about what had happened, quickly asked someone to help him to the infirmary.

As people surrounded him, Tokugawa continued to kick and thrash the cabin.

"No! Waaah!"

He suddenly stopped moving and became stiff, and only then did those around him frantically rush him to the infirmary.

...half an hour later.

"Dr. Yingchu, how is the master?"

The Tokugawa family guards anxiously inquired about Eichu, who was originally a fighter but had been involved in medical work after the ship was attacked.

The doctor took off the equipment beside him and held up the X-ray image taken during an emergency on the ship, looking puzzled.

"Is your master... really human?"

"what?"

The guard didn't quite understand what Yingchu meant by that.

He shook his head as well.

"I've reviewed the medical records you sent before, and comparing them to his current condition, I've discovered that the tumor that was causing his increasing weakness has actually undergone large-scale self-healing. I really don't know what kind of will to live he's unleashed..."

Isn't the human body amazing?

Huh...? The guard was a little confused. It's not that you don't want to hear what you're saying, but even the most amazing human body shouldn't have such a thing, right? What kind of third-rate doctor is this?

……

Meanwhile, on the island, Kerry accepted the clothes that Kirito handed him.

After a whole night of fussing, it was almost dawn.

During this time, the two separated and searched around the island of Yu. Surprisingly, the dwarves were very obedient and actually managed to shrink their entire tribe.

After getting dressed, the group went to find Kazuma.

However, this only took a few hours.

On a tall wooden sedan chair, Kazuma, with a few special bird feathers stuck in his head, sat upright on a rattan chair carried by eight men.

Around her neck hung a necklace that appeared to be made of shark teeth.

The dwarfs respectfully presented him with freshly roasted fish maw.

He held a jewel-encrusted staff with a pointed tip, which resembled a thick tree branch, and casually waved it at Kerry and his companions as they approached.

The dwarves below immediately shouted in unison, and respectfully knelt down, lowering him from the height of the sedan chair.

The big-headed Hilichurl was the first to walk to the front of the sedan chair, bending over and curling up to reveal his not-so-flat back.

Kazuma stepped off the sedan chair, using his back as a footstep.

He stood up immediately after Kazuma came to a stop and helped Kazuma's right hand, which was not holding the cane.

“Our master, we have gathered all the ethnic groups as you commanded. Please proclaim your sacred teachings to us.”

"Let my other parts come over too, so they can speak with me together."

Kazuma said something to him.

He immediately started chattering away to the little dwarves around him.

Then someone ran over to the three who were numb and spread out a carpet of palm leaves for them.

The surrounding dwarfs all knelt down and spoke.

"Our respected master."

This time, not only were Kerry and his two companions numb, but also Kyogoku Makoto and Kuroki Gensai, who were standing not far away with their arms crossed.

Since they were rescued, they have watched step by step how Kazuma commands these small men and how obedient they are.

They saw that Kerry and his two companions had arrived.

Kazuma started typing in his head.

[Sato Kazuma: They're all here now, all the members of this tribe. I also asked them about the approximate locations of their other tribes, citing my need for more servants, and they told me.]

[Sato Kazuma: They put all their magical items on the platform in the cave, and they didn't bring any weapons.]

[Kirigaya Kazuto: Wait, how did you do that?]

Kirito asked the question that was on everyone's mind. If the Bull Demon King knew how many hours had passed, someone else would have thought that Kazuma had been the chieftain for months.

[Sato Kazuma: They seem to see us as the same thing as that elephant head.]

[Kiritani Kazuto: So?]

[Sato Kazuma: So I demanded that they offer us sacrifices regularly and that they perform rituals for us. In exchange, we would teach them magic when we were satisfied. If they didn't do so, we would curse them and make them suffer a fate worse than death.]

[Sato Kazuma: Then they acted like they completely understood and obeyed my every command]

You've really put on airs as an evil god, haven't you?

However, when Kree heard Kazuma say this, he felt that it was quite normal. After all, this was the way most evil gods and believers in the Kree faction interacted, and some were even worse. They would not give any benefits and would simply say, "I have come to you, so you have to listen to me."

It's estimated that the Hilichurls have long since adapted to this, and they're quite adept at dealing with those beings, so they're always willing to ask Allah for help.

Then, a hint of regret appeared on Kazuma's face.

[Sato Kazuma: It's a pity, but their happy times are over]

Kazuma turned to look at the big-headed Hilichurl beside him. After their previous conversation, he already knew that this was their chieftain. He had used a strange ritual to make his intelligence similar to that of a human, which was why he was so thin and had such a big head.

Kazuma also asked him about the spell he used, but unfortunately, the Hilichurl's Japanese wasn't very clear. Kazuma did, however, take a piece of parchment made of some kind of animal skin and write down the other minor spells the Hilichurl described.

It is said that this knowledge was taught to them by the false god they previously worshipped, and the priests voluntarily "handed it over".

"You said you would give us anything, right?"

"Yes, my master."

The Hilichurl replied respectfully.

"Then I want you to offer up the lives of your entire tribe for me."

Kazuma reached out and grabbed the enormous head, then crushed it.

"Master! Master! What... what is happening?"

230

Chapter 230 The vacation is over.

A few hours later, a massacre ensued with little suspense.

Not only those on the island but also those on the ship, they had been summoned back by the patriarch in the name of the new god.

They didn't even encounter any resistance.

They probably didn't even realize the motives behind Kree and his group's actions.

Because in their eyes, it was perfectly normal for the capricious evil god to kill them all as sacrifices whenever he wanted.

They just kept begging for mercy and kneeling in prayer.

This even made the three outside Kerry somewhat awkward when they made their move.

Honestly, they would much rather these things fight back than beg them to spare their children.

Only then could the group realize that they had killed a group of man-eating monsters.

Instead of carrying out an extermination-like massacre.

Their hands have claimed hundreds more lives.

After killing them, the group sat listlessly on the shore.

Kerry looked at them but didn't offer any words of comfort.

This is good, and there is no downside to it.

As long as it doesn't affect decision-making, there's no need to eliminate necessary human nature if there's room for it to exist.

Even without the Dark Ring, in the repeated cycle of life and death, people are extremely prone to losing their humanity and their sense of identity with life, and if those things leave them...

They were just a pack of jackals looking to fill their stomachs, no different from the Great Old Ones, except that their mechanism was to eat other monsters, nothing more.

"call……"

Kazuma was carrying a bundle, examining the magical items whose specific functions he didn't know.

His fingers were dried, his eyeballs were pickled, and the staff he had been holding earlier seemed to be a spellcasting tool. There were also three obsidian daggers used for sacrifices, with intricate patterns on them.

He handed the parchment containing the spell to Kerry.

"Actually, when I heard them talking about it, I didn't feel any spiritual pollution, but I'll still give it to you for safekeeping."

Kerry touched the texture and felt that it probably wasn't sheepskin.

However, I still glanced at it a few times. Many of the spells here were about poisons and antidotes, and the fingers and eyeballs were the spellcasting tools. The method of casting these spells was not difficult.