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

It could even be said that the bad ones outnumbered the good ones, but Kerry seemed to be lucky enough to encounter a small, friendly minority in the group.

An ordinary person would definitely feel guilty at this moment. After all, unlike what they thought, Kerry had a way out. He could go back anywhere he wanted. Even if life in a mental hospital was absurd, it was still more comfortable than being homeless.

But clearly, Kerry wasn't quite right; he was just staring at the bubbling pot of instant noodles, wondering if a bowl sprinkled with some pickled scallions could be served at a South Korean state banquet.

While the noodles were cooking, Kerry figured out how to use the thing that had appeared before his eyes. First of all, it seemed that no one else could see it. He could directly control it with his thoughts to type or slide with his hands, which was very magical.

And right now, in the chat room, in the area that looks like a member list on the right, there are two names.

The first one is "Kerry," and you can even see a pixelated Kerry avatar. The next avatar is a grayed-out name that reads "Sato Kazuma."

It seemed to be a coincidence that the avatar suddenly lit up as Kerry was looking at it.

Soon after, a line of text appeared in the chat room.

[Sato Kazuma: What is this thing? It suddenly appeared in my head and told me that I would respawn at a respawn point after I die. I was just talking to a really arrogant blue-haired goddess. What's going on here?]

Kerry looked at the message that appeared in the chat room, thought for a moment, and then tried to type a reply.

[Kerry: Look around, are you lying on a platform or inside a stone box?]

[Sato Kazuma: How did you know? Who are you? Didn't I go to another world? Wait! This is my original body?!]

[Kerry: You're about to receive saintly treatment.]

[Sato Kazuma: What saint? Like the one in A Certain Magical Index?]

[Kerry: No, it's like Joan of Arc was treated.] 7

[Sato Kazuma:? 】

[Sato Kazuma:? ! ! 】

[Sato Kazuma: Holy crap! The temperature is really rising, help me!]

Damn! What did you do?!

In a funeral home in Tokyo, Kazuma Sato struggles to push aside the things around him and stand up to escape this horrible place.

He felt weak all over, and even breathing was difficult except for moving his eyes and using the chat group.

Spicy balls!

In the past, Japan practiced burial for religious reasons, but now cremation has been very successful. Of course, the main reason for this is not environmental protection or the fact that Japanese people no longer believe in Shintoism and Buddhism, but mainly because land is too expensive, and people living in the Tokyo metropolitan area simply cannot afford to die.

By the way, a little-known fact: over 70% of the staff in Japan's funeral industry are Chinese.

Just as Kazuma Sato was about to become "old acquaintances," several cars stopped not far from the road above the river on Kerry's side.

After completing a neat illegal parking maneuver, several people got out, with Kondo, who had just been kicked out not long ago, leading the way.

"You've already checked the situation, haven't you?" Standing on the roadside at the upper end of the riverbank, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, perhaps cosplaying as a blind masseur, pointed to the homeless camp below, where flickering lights still lingered.

"I had been watching for a few days before I came. Today, the group of filthy ghosts was quite complete, and there weren't many people around."

There's a slight problem; one of the new guys there seems to have a cell phone on him.

Kondo glanced at them with some disgust and explained why he was still wandering around the area late at night, despite being disliked by the people in the camp.

Since they've already been marked as untrustworthy, it's obviously unreasonable for them to be trying to recruit people nearby. The main reason Kondo is here is that the group is already preparing to withdraw from Tokyo.

"Tsk, it's all because the higher-ups are demanding too many people. They got into trouble before for trying to scam international students there."

Japanese yakuza typically operate as groups, selecting successors through bloodlines and sworn brotherhoods or marriage alliances, much like Japanese bureaucrats. Before the 08 crackdown, they forcibly divided territories for transactions and extorted money from businesses to maintain their operations, much like the Japanese government.

Thinking back to the last incident, they confiscated the passport of a good-looking male international student and forced him to sell sex at a brothel. Little did they expect that the student's father would come to Japan to see how his son was doing and, before doing so, wanted to experience Japanese customs, so he suggested his own son.

This incident has caused quite a stir, and with so many recent actions, it has attracted the attention of the Metropolitan Police Department. It took a lot of effort from above to suppress it. In addition, the task of recruiting people in the group is becoming increasingly heavy. The boss's idea is to do one last job and recruit more people. Once all the shops in Ginza are transferred, they will immediately start developing in Matsufushi-cho.

"That's fine. Be quick and make sure the fire doesn't spread to the grass, or things will get out of hand and we'll have to investigate again."

As he spoke, the man in sunglasses threw the cigarette in his mouth onto the ground and stomped it out, then beckoned his men to take out their weapons and head towards the riverbank.

Chapter Three: Man!

[Sato Kazuma: Waaaaah! Help me!]

[Note: Kazuma Sato has died but will be resurrected in 3 minutes.]

"man!"

Kerry chuckled as he looked at the information notification in front of him.

Heh! You want to go to another world and have a harem with several beautiful girls, where everyone ends up being a virgin, right?

It's like popping champagne!

Just then, a group of people suddenly came down from the riverbank.

There were quite a few of them, about a dozen, and each of them seemed to have ill intentions. They were holding metal baseball bats or other weapons that wouldn't be considered illegal by the police, and they silently formed a fan shape to surround us.

Such a large movement was bound to be noticed by the people on the riverbank, so they all stood up alertly, and some immediately went to the tents to rummage for tools, taking out things such as steel pipes and screwdrivers.

"What are you trying to do? This is Tokyo!"

The homeless man who initially helped Kerry drive Endo away stood at the front, holding a screwdriver, and asked in a somewhat flustered and breathless voice.

For the homeless people in front of them, the current situation is beyond common sense.

If it were just a single person, it would be fine, but there are almost ten of them, and this is Tokyo, the city that never sleeps. Even in a relatively remote area, it's unacceptable for someone to be kidnapped on the street at night.

Moreover, although they didn't get along with Endo, it was definitely not to the point where they needed to retaliate like this.

The man in sunglasses at the head of the group didn't say anything, he just waved his hand, and his men quickly surrounded him.

"This is Tokyo, and no one cares about social trash like you. In fact, the Sato wives around here would be happier if you disappeared."

Residents in nearby communities will thank you for not affecting their property values. If you don't want to suffer, just come with us!

Kondo, who had been driven away before, now had a completely different attitude, banging on the crowbar in his hand as he approached.

The surname Sato is so common in Japan that it's like Pikachu on the street in the Pokémon world. So, "Mrs. Sato" and "Mrs. Watanabe" are used to refer to housewives.

"Damn it!" Although they didn't understand the situation, they knew they couldn't go with the other side under these circumstances, so the homeless people immediately shouted to try to attract the attention of any passersby, while the other side picked up their weapons to resist.

"Old man, stop being so ignorant."

A man dressed in a suit, just like Kondo, came up and swung an iron bar at the leading homeless man, making a heavy thud.

If we were to analyze the reasons for becoming homeless, family reasons would be the primary cause of homelessness, rather than bankruptcy. Most of them are middle-aged or elderly people. Years of hardship may have given them some strength, but their physical condition is definitely not strong. Kondo's group of people were clearly very experienced in armed fighting, and several of them were quickly knocked to the ground.

"Quick! Find a way to get out of here!" The homeless man who was leading the group realized something was wrong. He collapsed and shouted while protecting his bleeding head with both hands. He knew that if they were all caught, they were doomed.

"Leave? Ha! There's nowhere for you to leave here."

Endo kicked the homeless man who was lying on the ground hard, his face full of disdain.

Just then, a shout suddenly came from the camp.

"Haven't you heard that there's always a way out? If I want to go, the way is right there..."

What...what did you do?

Endo looked up and saw the kid he had almost dragged away earlier.

Kerry stood before everyone with his hands behind his back, speaking righteously and speaking with righteous indignation.

Seeing the young man's confident demeanor in front of so many people, the man in sunglasses leading the group frowned.

Oh no! Did we kick a hornet's nest? I heard that a group of about 50 people went to cause trouble for some kid named Baki Hanma, and the next day they were all hanging on the walls and trees of the nearby streets.

Could this kid in front of me be one of those arm wrestlers who likes to practice boxing and fight in underground arenas?

Before they could react, Kerry pulled his hand out from behind his back and, with the force of Jotaro's time stop failing to save Jolyne, splashed the scalding hot instant noodle soup onto Kondo and his group.

"Wow!"

"Quah!"

More easily seen at night, the boiling steam rises into the air, the hot water mixed with the ingredients of Cup Noodles' classic tonkotsu seasoning packet, and makes a "sizzle!" sound when it comes into contact with human skin.

The group of burly men wielding weapons instantly let out screams of pain.

"Not good! Be on defense!" But having experience in fighting, the man in sunglasses who was leading the fight endured the heat that was seeping through his clothes and tried to call on his teammates to defend.

But it was no use! In that instant! Kerry had already sneered and used the optimal fighting technique for outnumbered opponents.

Kerry charged into the weak spot where the enemy had fewer people, raised his legs, and held up his phone!

"Kachi Totsutai! Nakunonai!" The phone in my hand played an exciting song.

At the same time, Kerry picked up a beer bottle and smashed it on a man's head. As the bottle shattered, all that was left in Kerry's hand was half of the bottle with its sharp glass exposed.

The next moment! Kerry took off running!

Nigelu da yo!

Without a doubt! This is the optimal solution for dealing with more than fewer!

The group, who had been holding up their weapons and enduring the pain to avoid being attacked, were stunned.

"Yaluo! You guys drive after them!"

The leader immediately spoke up, leaving some people to continue capturing the homeless, while the other group went after Kerry, since the kid had a cell phone on him.

Kerry didn't choose to run along the riverbank because that would lead directly into the car's territory. Kerry wasn't familiar with the terrain around here and didn't want to play hide-and-seek in alleys with the other side, so the river was naturally his first priority.

However, the other side's actions were unexpected. Instead of immediately chasing Kerry, one of the burly men took out a high-beam flashlight and shone it on Kerry's location, while the rest rushed up to the riverbank.

"Buzz!"

Soon Kerry heard the sound of a car engine, and the headlights sped across the grassy riverbank. The other party had actually driven a car straight off the riverbank.

This struck Kerry as very strange. "Damn it, is this Tokyo or Yharnam?" he wondered. "Why does it look like I'm seeing people over there assembling riot control forks?"

Byd can run into encounters anywhere he goes, and how come they're all so well-prepared and so decisive in their attacks? Except for not drawing their guns, this isn't Japanese yakuza; it's more like an early triangular trade slave-hunting team, treating homeless people like black people.

If all the yakuza members in Tokyo had this level of discipline, the citizens would have already petitioned Tsuchimikado-chan to ask Batman to come and punish evildoers.

Seeing the river rushing towards the Keli River, the group of people who had been chasing after it drove into the river without hesitation, letting the wheels kick up a cloud of grass clippings and dust.

As Kerry ran, he looked around, hoping to pick up a rock and pretend to be a slingshot goblin to launch a big attack on the drivers of the two cars behind him.

If the glass is brittle enough, the opponent's speed combined with your own throw can create a very good effect.

In Africa, this is a very common roadside robbery tactic: attacking drivers with stones, then letting the vehicle wreck or whatever, and finally collecting the supplies that weren't affected by the explosion.