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

Once the other person returned to their car, Kazuma frowned and glanced at the rearview mirror a few times. In the sunlight, he could see several shadows inside the car, wondering if they were also police officers.

However, it seems unrealistic to trick people into getting into the car and driving away.

As usual, people would cause trouble wherever they went, but this time it was a bit strange because the other party made no attempt to hide their malice, as if they wanted to drive the group away, and they even mentioned the time.

After noting down the other vehicle's license plate, the group continued driving inwards, narrowly missing a white van. Luckily, this was the main road; otherwise, the narrow streets of Hinamizawa wouldn't even allow two vehicles to pass each other head-on.

Before long, the group arrived at the center of Hinamizawa. They parked their car in a vacant spot, since there weren't so many rules in the countryside. The group then prepared to get out of the car and find a place to stay.

"Tsk, there aren't any hotels around here at all!"

Kazuma looked on somewhat blankly. There wasn't even a convenience store in this small village, let alone an inn. But no one really wanted to stay at the foot of the mountain and miss the exploration time.

"After all, the information says that this village was only opened to the public this year."

Kirito was also somewhat helpless.

"You can just rest in the car."

Xiangzi didn't have many objections and felt that lying on the rickshaw wasn't a bad idea.

"Actually, I think we could spend some money to find villagers to stay with us."

Just as the group was discussing, a dozen or so people suddenly walked over from a distance.

They came from all directions, and some of them had seen each other when they drove over. It seemed that they had spontaneously gathered together as soon as they saw the crowd.

Seeing the commotion, which resembled the gathering of troops, the four of them turned around and looked at them warily.

The group gathered behind an elderly man with squinty eyes and thinning hair, and then the old man stepped forward.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, don't worry, we mean no harm. I am the village chief of Hinamizawa, Kimiyukiichiro. May I ask who you are looking for in our village? If so, I can help you make the contact."

The old man spoke much more politely than the policeman, but as he spoke, the villagers behind him stared at them with strange eyes. They didn't seem to have any particular emotion; they just stared at each other quietly, which felt very odd.

The situation in this village made Kerry and his companions feel uneasy once again.

Kerry pushed up his non-existent glasses and came out.

"Hello, Village Chief Kimiyu, we are folklorists from Tokyo. We discovered that Hinamizawa opened to the public this year, so we came here specifically to record and compile information about Hinamizawa's local customs, culture, and natural geography. We hope to publish some papers and books. If successful, your village will surely attract many tourists."

Kerry immediately made up the most dangerous profession.

In addition, for some reason, even though this place is open to the public, everyone who comes in causes this kind of trouble. Kerry thought that maybe this could directly draw out the danger. For example, if these villagers don't really want outsiders to come in and it's just a unilateral decision by the councilor, then if he said he would attract tourists for them, they would definitely get angry and try to find a way to get rid of him and his group.

However, after Kerry finished speaking, the villagers started whispering among themselves.

The village chief, whose face had been stern, showed a fluctuating expression for a few moments, but eventually smiled politely at Kerry.

"In that case, do you gentlemen have a place to stay? If you don't have much time, I can arrange it for you. It takes an hour to get to Xinggong at the foot of the mountain, which is inconvenient."

"No need, let's just wander around here first."

The village chief coldly refused.

"Uh……"

The old man went back and said something to the villagers, who then nodded to Kerry and his companions and dispersed.

Wait until they all leave.

Kerry frowned. This situation seemed even more serious than the one with the ghouls. At least they pretended to be xenophobic that time, but this village didn't even bother to pretend.

"Sigh... this is going to be a bit troublesome..."

“Indeed, in that case, it will be very difficult for us to get the villagers to talk if we want to investigate anything in this village.”

Toyokawa Shoko chimed in from the side.

However, Kerry quickly finished speaking.

“This village looks to have about 2000 people, and there are so many mountains around it. They don’t have any smell, so it would be quite troublesome to massacre the village.”

"Uh……"

Toyokawa Shoko was speechless.

Since they could use scent to locate enemies, the group decided to walk around first, hoping to detect something unusual directly.

The group started walking around the village, but after a while, they saw five extraordinary people.

They are considered extraordinary because those five are completely out of place in this remote rural village.

The five people were four girls and one boy, and they looked to be of different ages. Some looked to be high school students, while others were still elementary school students.

However, they all have one thing in common: they wear strange clothes!

A tall girl with green hair in a single ponytail and a figure that looked no less than the giant treasure chest of Nagasaki Motoyo was wearing a bikini on the street. The boy next to her was dressed like a magical girl and even wore white stockings.

Another girl, shorter and with short orange hair, was wearing a school swimsuit with a skirt over it. She was wiggling her fingers and looking at the two little ones in front of her, just like some lewd old man.

The two little ones were blonde and purple-haired, one dressed in a cat-ear and cat-tail cosplay outfit, and the other looked like a little girl.

The way these people were placed in this village was like kimchi on a state banquet, pineapple on a pizza, or strawberry filling in dumplings—it was like Thais wielding whips—abstract.

However, with a slight sniff, everyone's gaze shifted and locked onto one of the people: a little girl with purple hair, cat ears, and a cat tail.

A faint fragrance emanated from her, whetting the appetites of the group.

At that moment, the little girl was also observing the group of people who had come to the village.

His eyes were filled with surprise.

Something different has happened! A different person has appeared!

However, her sweeping gaze stopped when she saw one person.

Dozens of meters apart, the little girl and Kerry looked at each other.

A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Hmm? It looks familiar, but I'm not sure, let me take another look...

Then, upon closer inspection, it looked increasingly familiar.

It's just missing something... what's missing? It seems like if the hair were long, with a single white ahoge sticking up, and an evergreen olive wreath on the head, and the ordinary clothes were replaced with a long tunic, and a cape on the back, it would be just right.

Her pupils dilated little by little, and the little girl took several steps back.

"Pear Blossom, what's wrong?"

Her companions noticed her gaze and looked over as well.

"Oh? Do you know those people?"

"No...not familiar, meow."

The little girl, known as Pear Blossom, tensed up as she walked out of their group and towards Kerry and his companions.

"Hello! Mipa! I am Mipa, the shrine maiden of Hinamizawa!"

131

Chapter 131 The Past of the World.

Looking at the man in the distance, memories from about four or five years ago surfaced in her mind.

Rika Furute, a shrine maiden of Hinamizawa Shrine.

A woman who could see God and empathize with Him from a young age.

She is also a reincarnated person; if you count the time, she has lived in Hinamizawa for more than 100 years.

She once lived a carefree life until one day, her companion suddenly went mad and began killing other companions, thus beginning the prelude to this century-long ordeal.

Each time, she would die tragically in June of that year, and after her death, the god she served would use his power to put her into a time loop in a fragmented world.

Just like the famous tragic figure from another world, Natsuki Subaru, he returns from death and starts anew with his memories intact.

All she wanted was to survive with her few companions, but she never managed to do so.

At first, it was five years or even longer, but as the cycle went on, the time she went back to became shorter and shorter, and her mentality became worse and worse. At the beginning, she went all out in every game, but later, if there was any accident, she would lose her temper, yell at her teammates, surrender, and restart.

At first, he enjoyed his time with his companions every day and tried to break through the impasse, but in the end, he bought a bottle of wine, drank it in the body of this elementary school student, and hid in the attic to rot and wait to die.

100 years have passed, and she still hasn't figured out what the truth is.

In the end, she herself felt that without some illogical miracle, her life was over.

However, in the last cycle of reincarnation, a miracle occurred, but it wasn't the kind she wanted.

The shrine spirit she had seen since birth, named Hanyuu, has vanished from this world.

A strange memory entered her mind—a memory from the future.

A man appeared in this world. He had unparalleled strength. Even if a nuclear weapon hit his face, it wouldn't even leave a speck of dust on his clothes.

In just three months, he gained the recognition of all nations as the Emperor of the Earth, possessing the highest legal authority in the entire world.

The man seemed to think it was all a dream and did many incomprehensible things.

No one knows where he came from; all that everyone knows is that his name sounds like "chestnut" in Japanese.

He embarked on an expedition to another planet, capturing the god of wine from the world of Asgard to brew wine for him. He reached into space and time, finding the legendary dragon chef to be his personal chef. He traveled to the High Heaven, the emotional world reflected in this world, and captured a demon named Khorne, transforming him into a woman to be his queen.

If any race in the universe displeases him, he will destroy that race's galaxy, as well as neighboring galaxies and their neighboring galaxies.

The ancient gods, the alien gods, everything was defeated by him, and humanity became the star race in the universe.

Weapons capable of reducing the dimensions of the entire universe are like sand on his fingertips in his hands; drills capable of piercing the sky are shattered by the awe-inspiring light emanating from his pupils.

The owner of this memory watched everything as if it were a play.

Two years passed like this. In the third year, the man became bored. What ordinary people considered incredibly pleasurable was nothing more than daily routine to him. He didn't need people to worship him, nor did he need anyone to produce material things for him, because material things were like an obedient hamster in his hands. Beautiful women, delicious food, and fine wine could be conjured up with a wave of his hand.

So he wanted more spiritual joy, and with a wave of his hand he resurrected all those who died in his war with him. He began to take control of power, no longer seeking pleasure. He began to change the system, create material goods, and liberate all mankind from labor, only requiring everyone to create cultural and entertainment works to please him.

His thoughts gradually changed. He no longer seemed to regard this as a beautiful dream of his reckless behavior, but he only considered humans as his kind. Thus, a war began. He wanted to annihilate all the powerful enemies in the world other than himself in one fell swoop. It was a war that spanned countless parallel worlds and countless timelines.

Even the owner of this memory, the witch who watched the play, was pulled into reality by him to compete with her.

Then, Pear Blossom's fate is unknown, because her reincarnation has a unique characteristic: she forgets a part of her memory before her death.

Only some remnants of words remained.

“If we could turn back time to the day before this guy appeared, all the dead lives would be brought back to life.”