Crossover Anime: Edit everything, join the chat group

They are terminals controlled by the same "program".

Their roars, their chases, their biting—all these seemingly chaotic behaviors follow a most basic, primal command.

"Found it," Gu Chuan whispered to himself.

He ignored the flying blood and flesh and the collapsing buildings; his "gaze" penetrated all physical appearances, like the most precise probe, rapidly tracing back along countless chaotic lines of cause and effect.

Soon, he found the sole source of all chaos and catastrophe.

That wasn't Patient Zero, nor was it a leaked laboratory.

Rather, it is a conceptual term that floats above the rules of the entire world, flashing with an ominous red light.

[Concept: T-00 Virus (Disorderly Proliferation, Infection, Body Reconstruction, Mental Control)]

It's like a vicious computer virus that infects the entire world's "operating system," turning all the "files" (living entities) it touches into its puppets.

This is the essence of disaster.

"I see... It's not a biological virus, but an informatic... or rather, a conceptual 'contamination'."

Gu Chuan understood instantly.

Dealing with this kind of thing by physically "deleting the terminal" is too inefficient and meaningless.

The only solution is to modify this "malicious code" at its source.

Without the slightest hesitation, he mobilized his immense spiritual power, which had become incomparably vast due to his dimensional ascension, transforming it into an invisible carving knife shimmering with data light, and fiercely slashed at that core concept!

In the "Cross-Dimensional Film Screening," everyone held their breath and watched the live stream intently.

They saw that the door to the broadcasting room where Saeko was located was about to collapse, and several dead bodies' arms had reached in through the hole, scratching haphazardly.

[Gem Magician: This is no good... the door is going to break down! @Observer, what are you doing?!]

[Butterfly Dance: Saeko-san...]

Just when everyone thought the miracle wouldn't happen and Saeko was about to face her final fate—

A change occurred.

In the live stream, a dead arm that was about to grab Saeko's ankle suddenly froze in mid-air.

Then, the second one, the third one...

The violent banging outside the door stopped abruptly.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause at that moment.

Inside Fujimi Academy, on the streets, in every corner of the city... all the undead that were chasing, biting, and howling stopped moving at the same time, like puppets with their strings cut.

Their movements froze, and the ferocity and greed in their eyes quickly faded, replaced by an empty, lifeless silence.

Then, under the incredulous gazes of Saeko, all the survivors, and the entire chat group—

"sand……"

The first dead body, starting from the fingertip, turned into pure white, fine powder, which dissipated into the air with a gentle breeze.

Then came the second, the third, the hundred thousandth, the millionth...

This process was silent, yet incredibly spectacular.

Like snow touched by sunlight, like sand smoothed out by receding tide, the monsters that once brought endless fear and despair are now disappearing from this world in an almost sacred way.

They were not killed, nor were they purified.

Rather, it is the very "concept" of their existence that has been erased from the rules of the world.

Because, in Gu Chuan's editor, that piece of code had already been rewritten.

[Concept: Inert protein-decomposing bacteria (mild, harmless, and rapidly decomposes organic matter)]

In just a few seconds, the doomsday crisis that had swept the globe vanished.

This battle, from beginning to end, was without a single explosion, a single beam of light, or a single earth-shattering clash.

Gu Chuan simply sat in a room a thousand miles away, like a programmer fixing a fatal bug.

That's how he fights.

This is what we call a "dimensional reduction attack".

The shock it brings is far more imaginative and more heart-pounding than firing light cannons or summoning meteorites.

This is a power that belongs exclusively to the "observer," one that cannot be replicated or comprehended.

11 New Gods' Birth Day

Fujimi Academy, Broadcasting Room.

The world outside the door was deathly silent.

Saeko Busujima leaned against the cold corner of the wall, staring blankly into the corridor outside through the tear in the door that had just been ripped open by the zombie's arm.

There, the monsters that had once frantically clawed and roared at her, trying to tear her apart, now stood frozen in place in a bizarre posture, their empty eye sockets facing her direction, like solidified statues.

In the "Cross-Dimensional Film Screening," all speaking has ceased.

Rin, Shinobu, and Esdeath, their breathing seemed to be in sync with Saeko's, nervously watching the calm before the storm through the small live stream window.

what happened?

Why... did they all stop?

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, the sacred yet terrifying "purification" began.

"sand……"

A faint, almost imperceptible sound came from the fingertip of the undead creature closest to the door of the broadcasting room.

Under Saeko's incredulous gaze, the monster that had once been her classmate was rapidly losing color and substance from its decaying skin and muscles, turning into a handful of pure white, fine powder, as delicate as sand under the moonlight, which slowly slid down her fingertips.

Next came the hands, arms, shoulders...

This process is silent, yet it carries an irresistible power originating from the very rules of the world. It is not burning, not decomposition, and certainly not purification, but a more thorough "erasure."

Like snow covered in sunlight, or sand paintings smoothed out by the receding tide.

This process spread rapidly.

The second, the third... the hundred thousandth, the millionth...

In the corridors, on the playground, in every corner of the city, all the monsters that once brought endless fear and despair are now disappearing from this world in the same solemn, almost sacred way.

They were not killed, nor were they destroyed.

Rather, it is the very "concept" in which they exist that has been cleanly and decisively removed from the rules of the world.

In just a few seconds, the doomsday crisis that had swept the globe vanished.

Sunlight pierced through the smoke-shrouded sky once more, shining on the empty streets, making everything seem so unreal.

In the broadcasting room, Saeko Busujima slowly stood up, pushed open the dilapidated door, and walked into the corridor.

The nauseating smell of blood was gone from the air, replaced by a freshness like that of the sky after rain.

She reached out and caught the last wisp of white powder falling from the sky. The powder lingered in her palm for a moment before completely dissipating.

The world... is saved?

Is it really that simple?

The overwhelming sense of unreality and the ecstatic joy of surviving the ordeal overwhelmed the last line of defense for this strong swordsman.

She dropped the broken blade, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to her knees. Tears, like a burst dam, gushed from her beautiful purple eyes, streaming down her blood-stained cheeks.

She wasn't crying; she was releasing something.

Release all the fear, despair, and last bit of indomitable will that have been building up over the past few hours.

After a long while, she slowly raised her head and looked through the broken window of the teaching building at the unfamiliar, azure sky.

She didn't know where the voice came from, nor did she know what kind of magnificent being the "observer" was.

But she knew that she, and the world, had been saved.

Under the bewildered gaze of all the survivors, Saeko Busujima bowed deeply and reverently to the sky.

That is not a prayer to the gods.

Rather, it is the most basic reverence for the birth of a new god.

Meanwhile, in the student council room of Shuchiin Academy, Gu Chuan slowly opened his eyes.

His face was somewhat pale, a consequence of excessive mental exertion. But his eyes were brighter than ever before.

The world's "narrative distortion" has been corrected.

The causal chain of the "biological catastrophe" has been closed.

【Settlement in progress...】

[Inspiration Points Gained: 10000]

[Editor database update: Successfully added the new concept—[Biochemistry]].

A massive torrent of points, powerful enough to elevate his spirit once more, surged in, instantly soothing all his fatigue. Gu Chuan could feel that his understanding of this world had deepened once more.

He let out a soft sigh and refocused his consciousness on the [Cross-Dimensional Film Screening].

The group chat remained completely silent.

But this deathly silence was completely different from the tension and despair that followed.

It was a collective silence born from being awestruck by an incomprehensible power.

In Shinobu's mind, the image of a million corpses turning to dust simultaneously kept replaying. She thought of Muzan, the Demon King she had spent her entire life trying to kill, and the heavy sacrifices the Demon Slayer Corps had made over the centuries... She suddenly felt that all that blood and tears seemed so insignificant in the face of that seemingly insignificant "miracle."

Rin Tohsaka was frantically trying to analyze everything that had just happened using her magic theories.

But she failed.

It wasn't any kind of magic, not the Holy Grail, not even magic. It was a power that acted directly on the "world" itself, a power that modified the underlying code of "Gaia's consciousness." For the first time, she felt genuine awe for the word "mystery."

Esdeath, the Ice Queen and the only extraordinary powerhouse in the group, didn't utter a single word from beginning to end.

She just watched quietly.

Watching the silent purification, watching the swordswoman girl's prostration.

What can she do with her absolute power, which she is so proud of and which is enough to freeze time and space, in this "salvation"? She can do nothing.

She could massacre a city, she could destroy a country, but she couldn't "correct" a world like this, silently and without a trace.

Her strength is "power".

That man's power was "reason".

It is the "principle" that defines everything.

After an unknown amount of time, Esdeath's portrait slowly lit up, breaking the suffocating silence.

[Ice Queen: ...What exactly are you?]

12 everyday ripples and "investment"

The [Cross-Dimensional Film Screening] was deathly silent.

A suffocating silence, a mixture of awe and fear, enveloped the hearts of every member.

The live stream has ended.

The final image is of an empty city, seemingly washed clean by the sunlight, and a girl in a tattered sailor uniform offering her most devout prayers to the boundless sky.

The apocalyptic catastrophe that had been enough to engulf the entire world just minutes before was like a nightmare that never happened, gently wiped away by an invisible hand.

It is precisely this effortless mastery, this unconventional ease, that brings a more powerful cognitive impact than any earth-shattering battle.

[Imperial Northern Kingdom: Esdeath's Frozen Throne]

Sharp ice crystals spread wildly from beneath the queen's throne, instantly transforming the magnificent command hall into a crystal-clear ice cave.

The air temperature dropped to freezing point, but it couldn't cool the fiery blood surging in Esdeath's veins, nor the extremely rare, sickly flush that appeared on her cheeks.