Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

High in the sky, bathed in moonlight, the goat-headed demon looked down at the ants below, their shadows enveloping them.

"This thing, I, Baphomet, destroyed! Hahahaha!"

It doesn't matter if those cursed slugs die, since we already have the slug girl.

Once you get it, just have his old friend remove the curse.

Although some loss of strength was inevitable, at least his life was saved.

"As for now, you ants can die!"

Baphomet spread his enormous wings, and endless malice surged towards the crowd below.

"Tremble, fear, and die in despair!"

Just as he was preparing to enjoy the fear of the crowd below, he noticed that the white-haired human he had knocked to the ground had eyes full of pity.

Pity for him.

Just as he was trying to figure out what was going on, a large hand pressed down on his shoulder.

A laugh that seemed to come from hell whispered in his ear.

"So, you got the Slug Girl, and there's no winner in this Holy Grail War~"

Baphomet's body stiffened.

It's not because of fear.

Rather, it was because fine salt had already floated up where that palm had touched.

He knew all too well what this meant.

"You...how did you get here so fast?"

As he spoke, he threw off half of his shoulder, his wings whipping up a whirlwind as he swiftly retreated.

Just seconds after snatching the slug girl, Mercury, who was far away in the city center, actually managed to sneak up behind him.

Why didn't I realize it?

"Surprised?" Mercury landed on the ground, shook his hand dismissively, and looked at the goat-headed demon with eyes full of approval.

He regretted it after announcing the Holy Grail War.

To grant them a wish just for fun was really impulsive.

If they make a difficult wish, are they expected to fulfill it themselves?

Please, this is so tiring.

Breaking one's word also damages one's credibility.

Fortunately, the devil who caused the trouble arrived at this moment.

"Thank you, Little Sheephead. So, I'll give you a simple answer to your question."

Mercury stretched out his hands and pointed at the goat-headed demon, a very malicious smile playing on his lips.

"It's actually very simple. I got the inspiration from a certain 2.5 model. Just distort the space between you and me, understand?"

"..."

Baphomet's eyes widened.

Space distortion?

Are you kidding me!

Is space something that can be distorted at will?!

(Whirlpool: Yes!)

"You...you already..."

"You knew you were coming all along?" Mercury's smile grew even more wicked, his eyes looking at him like he was an idiot. "Come on, you're such a big sheep, your wings flap like a helicopter, it's impossible not to notice you."

"ha……"

Baphomet felt his dignity being trampled on.

"So, from the very beginning, I was just a monkey in a zoo?"

"You can't say that." Mercury thought about it seriously, then gave him a thumbs up. "At least the way you flew over was pretty stupid. I'd give you an eight out of ten."

"Why were two points deducted?"

"Ninety-two points were deducted... baby!"

Before he could finish speaking, Mercury reappeared in front of him and kicked him.

"Nani!"

Baphomet raised his arm to block, while simultaneously stepping back.

With a loud bang, his arms were smashed into fine salt and floated in mid-air.

"Wow, wow, you're so hard~ Your wife will definitely love you."

He didn't fall down; instead, he stood on a layer of fine salt.

"Damn it, you monster! Come and try to get your hands on me in America, you'll regret it!"

"Oh, so he's a devil from Northeast China."

"Who says speaking Northeastern dialect makes you a Northeastern demon!" Baffomi roared angrily.

"Alright, that's the end of our call." Mercury yawned and glanced at the time.

It's almost midnight, time to end this trip.

"You..." Baphomet wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't move his body.

A sense of distortion was spreading.

Bye-bye~

A voice, like the whisper of a demon, rang in his ears, foreshadowing his fate.

"Heh... I'll be waiting for you in America!"

After saying that, he didn't even have a chance to resist before he was kicked into a shower of fine salt.

The cat sisters on the bottom looked at the fine salt falling from the sky above, and their determination grew even stronger.

I'm definitely going to stick with this guy.

Arima Kishou reached out and caught the salt snow, then looked up at the sky.

He was severely nearsighted and could not see the faces of the people in the sky; he could only see their outlines.

It was as if a god had descended to earth.

……

The coastal area of ​​Japan.

A miniature version of a goat-headed demon suddenly awoke from the slug beneath it.

He touched himself all over.

The head is there.

Angle, at.

Wings, there.

"Old Ba! What happened?"

A weak voice came from beneath me.

Baphomet looked down and saw a slug the size of a wild dog looking up at him with a strange expression.

There was a feeling of wanting to laugh but having to hold it in.

"Laugh if you want to." Baphomet took the slug girl out of the shadows, held her in his arms, and handed her to it.

The slug girl who could once be easily caught with one hand is now a whole size bigger than him.

The once majestic goat-headed demon now looks like a Chihuahua.

Looking at the slug girl in front of her, with her eyes filled with terror, Qilema opened her huge mouth and swallowed her whole.

The moment the power was reclaimed, the slug, which had shrunk, began to grow wildly, quickly returning to the size of a calf.

Although he is still very weak, at least his life has been saved.

"My nemesis is very strong, isn't he?" Zilema asked.

Baphomet fell silent.

He looked up in the direction of Osaka, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"He's really strong, and he didn't even use his full strength. I even feel a little bad for him. I'm really sorry."

"...You're being incredibly stupid by saying that."

"It's just a fact."

Baphomet sighed, jumped off Zilema, and stood on the rocks by the shore.

"Will you win next time?"

"We will win."

The sea breeze continued to blow, and the moonlight shone on their small, desolate figures.

"Baphumie".

"Um?"

I'm hungry.

"……Me too."

"Are there any places to eat nearby?"

Baphomet recalled for a moment: "It seems like... there was a convenience store."

"Go to the convenience store? Do they let slugs in?"

"We'll see what happens when we get there. If they don't let us in, I'm here for you."

"……good."

So, on a desolate moonlit night...

Two once-majestic demons walked toward the nearest convenience store.

aims.

Food! Food! It's still food!