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

Take the Kree, whose existence is already confirmed, as an example. Although those two are somewhat alien, they were at least born of human mothers: Yujiro Hanma and Shizuo Heiwajima.

If we consider them as the ceiling standard for humanity in this world, then the limit of humanity is being able to fall from a fifty-story building and be completely unharmed, to spit out blood when faced with a fist that can easily shatter the special steel of the Black Pentagon prison at the speed of a Shinkansen bullet train, to use a helicopter to train arm strength, to punch through asphalt roads with one's bare hands, and to throw vending machines on the roadside like ping-pong balls.

Kerry felt that he was probably not even at the level of Bondori Ryūgane Shin, and was only at the level of someone who could only stay in music anime.

Then, with the strength he had been using in the music room, Kerry struck him with his club, splattering blood and brains everywhere.

Then Kree demonstrated the undead's versatility with weapons, piercing the heart of the old man, whose head had not yet recovered, with a single twist of his fork in a confined space.

Before he could even recover from the excruciating pain, the old man stared in horror at his chest, his eyes wide as if he were about to vomit.

No! This shouldn't be happening. Didn't we come here to hunt him down? Didn't we come here for revenge?

He had worked for the Yamada family for 10 years and even made his son and himself continue to work for the Yamada family in order to... obtain a golden body and thus achieve immortality by simply attending a religious ceremony and eating one meal regularly.

I am not an old-fashioned rural person; I often learn to use the computer to read scientific articles and buy past issues of magazines.

In this long life, I should be able to witness the future of human technology. I even dream of one day going to space, or perhaps a hundred years from now, watching people in textbooks say that the past era was ancient and no longer modern. I want to see people move towards the future, to see them discard the current system as something from the past...

My mind was filled with the last fantasy of my life, but reality was bloody and cruel.

Kerry pulled the steel fork from his chest, kicked the old man away, and grinned as he looked at the group of people behind him who were stunned by the killing of their leader.

Meanwhile, Kazuma came out, his leg shaking. He had just gone to find a weapon, and now he was holding a single-edged knife used for cutting watermelons.

He seemed a little scared, but that's understandable. Kazuma has never killed a life larger than 3cm before, and he left first when Kerry dealt with Hayato.

Even when I was extremely angry before, I would just run around with the fire burning inside.

Watching Kerry decisively kill one of them and kick the corpse into the sea of ​​fire, Kazuma, smelling the familiar scorched human fat in the air, gripped his knife tightly with trembling hands.

"You can think of these things as living corpses. They all eat people, and you have to pierce their hearts to kill them."

Upon noticing his teammates' arrival, Kerry gave them some instructions on combat precautions and charged forward without hesitation.

Kazuma's eyes darted around in a panic, but the next moment he opened his mouth, roared, and charged forward.

"Yes! Ahhhhh!"

"It's so noisy!" Kerry cursed irritably as he used his pitchfork to push away the iron bar that the other party was thrusting at him.

However, Kazuma had already disregarded everything and started hacking at another villager.

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I am a minter. I originally planned to release Chapter 22 of yesterday's article today, but I forgot to select the preset when setting the time and released it directly.

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Chapter Twenty-Four: And just like that, Little Extreme Path's life was ruined.

Blood splattered, and Kazuma felt pain shooting through his body. No one can ever get used to pain.

But he still slashed at the person opposite him with all his might.

Despite Kerry's warning that he needed to attack the heart, when he actually did it, his mind was filled with the sensation of cleaving through a humanoid figure for the first time.

Those who frequently commit murder know that, unless one's mind is filled with rage, the most important thing for the first murder is to suppress one's inner resistance, pick up a weapon, and attack something that seems completely insurmountable.

Murder is actually a very simple thing. If the other party is not on guard, a six-year-old child can easily kill an adult with a knife. All that is needed is the courage to stab.

They don't even need weapons. If it's a real life-or-death struggle, even if two adults fight with all their might, it won't take more than 10 minutes for one of them to be killed.

White particles floated out, and Kazuma's trembling hands completed his growth.

There was no time or opportunity for humorous growth activities with Kazuma, and Kerry never had that problem.

What? You can't lay a hand on people?

Why don't I just treat them all like livestock?!

As the men charged at him, Kerry used his steel fork to push them back or stab them.

Even if you don't die, not everyone has the courage to use their body to withstand the penetration of that thing.

In addition to the cramped space, the villagers who rushed into the house actually felt helpless against Kree for a moment, crowding around the entrance. Moreover, as the fire burned, the smoke inside the house became increasingly dense, making it very uncomfortable even for the ghouls.

However, just because they can't do anything about Kerry doesn't mean that Kerry will stand there and maintain a stalemate with them.

Kerry went to great lengths to track down this place from Tokyo, not to put himself in danger or for tourism.

His original plan was to draw the attention of the Metropolitan Police Department to this area and let the law judge these matters.

Now, he's here to send these dogs, which even the law can't touch, to hell.

He wouldn't even let those who are supposed to uphold the law get away with it.

Since they weren't coming, Kerry turned around and attacked them instead.

Kerry lifted the steel fork and took a step forward with his legs.

He still dared to approach Kerry.

At the same time, he thrust his steel fork forward, but the expected counterattack did not occur. When they saw Kerry stepping over the corpse on the ground and charging towards them, these guys, who were only symbolically swinging their weapons, actually began to retreat.

This retreat struck Kerry as extremely strange.

If it were an ordinary person whose loved one died at their hands, then they would be willing to risk their lives for it.

Regardless of whether they are good or bad people, everyone has their own bottom line that they can never cross. It is only right that the ghouls retain all of a person's original memories and consciousness.

However, things can be complicated sometimes. These villagers who became ghouls had already made a choice in their hearts at some point. After all, the meaning of body transformation is immortality and the absence of common illnesses. In most families in this village, there is only one spot available.

Perhaps they themselves never realized what kind of choices they went through when they chose to get in shape, but that's how people are; once they've given up on something, it's not so difficult to give it up again.

People are the same. If they are a corporate slave who is under high pressure in the workplace and full of resentment, they will definitely explode at the slightest provocation. After all, it's just a few decades less to live, so there's no point in living. But when they think that they should have lived for thousands of years, or even to the end of the world and would be very rich, that courage disappears from them.

And so a bizarre scene unfolded: after Kerry killed a ghoul and Kazuma, despite being severely injured, killed one as well, these creatures, who had initially been filled with righteous indignation, began to run away.

Even while they were running, you could hear them cursing with their extremely limited vocabulary of Japanese swear words when they were offline, such as "kuzu!" (trash), "kasu!" (scum), and "baka!" Some people would shake their weapons and make strange, meaningless noises.

But as Kerry moved forward, they kept retreating, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, until they eventually even left the house.

Kerry was so angry at these bastards that he laughed.

Where's the kamikaze spirit? Where's the suicidal spirit? Where's the cherry blossom spirit? Aren't you Japanese? Show us the spirit of Bushido!

This is an irreconcilable feud, and just like that, you went from being vicious village bullies to being little pushovers, right?

This isn't the Undead Settlement, the Crucible Forest, or Yharnam, but a bakery, right?

A crowd gathered outside the burning mansion. Villagers who were nearby had also gathered there. A few were still trying to fetch water and capture the Goto family, while most were dealing with the group of wounded people who had been injured by Kerry's reckless driving earlier.

They thought they had finally gotten rid of that despicable guy.

If it's just one time, the other party won't be transformed into a ghoul so quickly. With the help of the villagers, Jingxin, who had just recovered her human form after taking a mouthful of blood, was helped to stand at the front. As soon as she saw these people, she asked about the situation.

"How about it?"

The results came out in several cases, and the respondents were somewhat hesitant.

"Old Shimizu and the second son of the Zoch family are dead."

Upon hearing the other person's words, Jingxin frowned. He had felt something was wrong before; he suspected that Shimura Danzo was a werewolf.

So he waved his hand.

“Xichuan, you guys come here. That guy might have been made into a golden statue.”

The others understood and came up.

They were different from the villagers; these were not ghouls, but young men from the village responsible for transporting goods.

Now is not the time to investigate who in the village violated the rules by eating people indiscriminately or to point out that these people are incompetent.

Jingxin glanced at the sky. After a night of commotion, it was almost two o'clock. Werewolves weren't afraid of sunlight, but ghouls were, and sometimes the sun would rise as early as four in the spring.

Aside from ghouls, these ordinary villagers are completely unable to stop a werewolf during the day.

Jingxin wasn't exactly a combat expert, nor did she have the confidence to stop that crazy guy after losing her numerical advantage.

The battle must be ended quickly.

The young men dressed like gangsters conscientiously took out a pistol and handed it to Jingxin. They were the ones who shot at the truck earlier. Even with their current scale, they couldn't get their hands on a rifle.

"Bear with it, come straight in with me and find him without holding back."

After receiving replies from several people, Jingxin nodded and led the way into the hole created by the vehicle.

He wanted to personally ensure the enemy couldn't get close, and then have these men shoot and kill the guy directly.

The mutation of werewolves is extremely rare, and if it weren't for this reason, he wouldn't have been preserved to this day.

Even if we include all the other beneficiaries in the entire village, there are only two of them.

But no matter how rare it is, Jingxin must give an explanation to Yamada, the richest man, for today's losses and the trouble that has caused. He can't let Kerry cause a scene and then run away.

Even if Yamada had listened to him and restrained himself, this kind of thing probably wouldn't have happened at all. He still had to suppress his impatience and do this, which made Shizunobu a little irritable.

Even a werewolf who takes bullets cannot recover instantly. Jingxin released the safety, raised his pistol, and looked around. His face had the same indifferent expression as always.

"Tonight's farce should come to an end."

And just like that, the lives of the young yakuza were ruined by Jingxin. 2

Chapter Twenty-Five: Not a Corpse Demon

They saw several younger villagers with guns enter the burning house together with Jingxin.

Outside, the villagers who had gathered all breathed a sigh of relief.

Then gunshots rang out from inside.

"Finally..." the villagers gritted their teeth.

This was truly an unexpected disaster for them. Everything was fine in the village, and everyone was making money together. Although the village seemed ordinary, the actual income of each household was quite considerable.

Saving enough money for a few years is more than enough to live a carefree life outside. Young people in the village don't need to go to the city to find partners; they can just buy them from outside. It's just that women's items are generally a bit more expensive.

As a result, everything was almost destroyed. That inexplicable guy came to the village for some reason and started causing chaos.

Fortunately, it's over; there's nothing to worry about when it comes to firearms.