Crossover Anime: Starting by fusing with an old sword and summoning Morgan

On the bustling streets during the "golden hour".

The banknotes continued to drift slowly through the air, and the jazz music from the gramophone by the roadside seemed to never stop.

The tourists in the surrounding dream world were still immersed in their decadent and joyful revelry.

Unbeknownst to them, just minutes before, this fragile dream was nearly shattered by a monster called "Death".

Huang Quan stood still, slowly loosening his grip on the hilt of the knife.

Those stagnant, gray eyes now reflected Luo Chen's figure.

In her vision, the purple-gold nebula-like radiance emanating from the man resembled a red-hot iron wedge forcibly driven into the void of the universe.

Even the lament from Star God IX, which constantly eroded her reason, retreated in the face of this radiance.

"The truth that severs all..."

Huang Quan repeated in a low voice.

On that pale, almost transparent face, a rare hint of human "curiosity" appeared.

"Since you put it that way... then I'll take advantage of your kindness and walk a little further on this endless road."

She sheathed the long sword named "Nothingness" and walked naturally behind Luo Chen.

This completely confirmed his status as a "follower".

"Hey, so you've already betrayed us?"

Mordred, carrying her greatsword, leaned close to Scáthach and whispered something to her.

"This woman reeks of mold and death; it's unpleasant to smell. Why does Dad keep picking up all sorts of weirdos in the line?"

"That's not death, that's 'nothingness.' A higher-dimensional concept that can even erase existence itself."

Scáthach's wine-red eyes were fixed on Huang Quan, but a smile of interest curled at the corners of her lips.

"However, the fact that this woman's willpower is commendable—to carry a curse that drives even the gods mad without collapsing."

"If we could bring her into the Shadow Kingdom's training grounds and train her, she could definitely become an unparalleled sword."

"Give me a break, Master."

Without turning his head, Luo Chen precisely interrupted Scáthach's dangerous desire to teach.

"You can't touch her knife. The moment it's drawn, the entire training ground will be swallowed up by a black hole."

Luo Chen turned around and looked at the girls hugging each other beside him.

"Firefly! Waaaaah, I'm so glad you're alright!"

"My heart almost stopped when that big-eyed bug charged at me!"

Xing hugged Liuying tightly, her gray ahoge (cowlick) bobbing excitedly.

Although she has lost her memories of the original script, the pioneer's beast-like instincts still make her feel a deep protective instinct towards this silver-haired girl.

"I'm okay, Xing. I'm really okay."

Fireflies gently patted Xing's back, their voices as gentle as a spring pond.

She raised her head, looked over Xing's shoulder, and gazed at Luo Chen with eyes full of affection.

In front of this man, she doesn't need to pretend to be the ruthless Star Core Hunter "Sam".

There's no need to bear the suffocating countdown of entropy loss syndrome.

He not only used incredible magic to lock in her collapsing genes.

In an unreasonable manner, he forcibly pulled her out of Elio's cold and chilling "certain death" script.

"Luo Chen... Boss."

Firefly imitated the name of the star, calling out it somewhat awkwardly.

Her face flushed, but her eyes shone with an unprecedented brightness.

"From now on... wherever you go, please let me follow you. In gratitude, my flame is ready to be lit for you at any time."

"Alright! From now on, we'll be the two henchmen of the 'Luo Chen Gang'!"

Xing excitedly raised his baseball bat.

"Who wants to be your henchman?"

Morgan Le Fey walked gracefully forward, her black high heels clicking crisply on the cobblestones.

The Fairy Queen's ruby ​​eyes swept coldly over Liu Ying and Huang Quan.

His tone revealed undisguised rejection and arrogance.

"Arthur, I don't care how much you enjoy collecting these weird and wonderful 'collectibles' in this world."

"But the number of rooms available for fairies outside the palace is limited. If they don't know the rules, I wouldn't mind building them a doghouse outside the door myself."

"Rules are something we can teach you gradually later."

Luo Chen reached out and wrapped his arm around Morgan's slender waist, and then pinched her earlobe.

This prompted the Queen to let out a soft hum of displeasure, but she did not truly refuse.

He raised his head, his crimson-gold vertical pupils piercing through the bustling street scene and straight up at the seemingly flawless dream dome above.

"Besides, now is not the time to discuss accommodation."

Luo Chen's lips curled into a mocking sneer.

"After watching this drama unfold on the security cameras for so long, the owners finally decided to send someone to invite us back?"

The voice just fell.

The once bustling street seemed to be slowed down.

The revelry of dreamlike tourists, the hovering vehicles shuttling around, and even the confetti falling from mid-air all seemed to slow down and become sticky at this moment.

Da, da, da.

A series of orderly footsteps came from the end of the street.

A squad of family guards dressed in magnificent white uniforms.

At the very front stood a tall, slender man dressed in a dark blue suit.

He had short, silver-blue hair, and a geometric halo emitting a soft glow floated above his head.

His face wore an extremely perfect, even somewhat fake, compassionate smile.

Those golden eyes held a sense of sanctity, as if looking down upon lost lambs.

[Oak Family] Head of the family.

The actual controller of this grand musical event is Sunday.

"That's quite a grand affair."

Mordred slammed his greatsword into the ground, smashing a paving stone, and coldly watched the family's higher-ups slowly approach.

On Sunday, I stopped about ten meters away from Luo Chen.

He bowed slightly, placed his right hand on his chest, and performed an impeccable aristocratic etiquette.

"Welcome to Pinocchio, you nameless traveler from afar, and... this gentleman with incredible power."

Sunday's sound is gentle and mellow, carrying a special frequency that can soothe restless hearts.

"I am Sunday from the Oak family. First of all, please allow me to offer my sincerest apologies for the out-of-control 'meme' just now."

"A minor glitch occurred in the dream's security system, causing you all some alarm."

"Vulnerability?"

Scáthach sneered, her magic spear emitting a dangerous hum.

"Putting monsters that specialize in harvesting souls into so-called 'safe zones,' and then casually calling it a vulnerability?"

"You managers' excuses are even more clumsy than those brainless undead from the Land of Shadows."

Despite the mockery, Sunday's smile remained unchanged.

His golden eyes swept over the crowd and landed on Luo Chen.

"The family is willing to offer the highest level of compensation for any unpleasantness you have experienced."

"If Mr. Luo Chen doesn't mind, would you please move to my private residence—[Morning Dew Mansion]?"

"The finest refreshments are served there, and we can sit down and have a calm discussion about Pinocchio and your upcoming trip."

"Morning Dew Mansion?"

Mashu, holding up her shield, nervously whispered to Luo Chen.

"Mr. Luo Chen, this is a blatant attempt to lure you into a trap."

"That place is the Oak family's headquarters; they completely control the underlying structure of the dream world. Once we go in, we'll fall into their web of rules."

"RulesNet?"

Luo Chen chuckled softly.

He released his arm from Morgan's, put one hand in his trench coat pocket, and took two steps closer to Sunday.

"Sunday."

Luo Chen called the other person by name directly, without using any honorifics.

Those crimson-gold vertical pupils swirled with undisguised arrogance and contempt.

"Do you really think that by standing in this greenhouse woven from lies and mind control, you've become an omnipotent 'god'?"

"Would you like to invite me for tea?"

Luo Chen's lips curled into an extremely dangerous smile.

"Okay. Lead the way."

"I'd like to see if your so-called mansion is big enough for me to demolish."

Looking at Luo Chen's attitude of completely disregarding the "family".

On Sunday, the halo above his head flickered very slightly.

He lowered his head slightly, concealing the cold anger deep in his eyes.

"Then, everyone, please follow me."

Chaolu Mansion.

Unlike the nouveau riche hustle and bustle of the Golden Hour.

This is a tranquil, solemn manor filled with classical aristocratic atmosphere.

But to Luo Chen and the others, this tranquility had an overwhelmingly nauseating "order" about it.

"The flow of magic here is as stiff as a stagnant pool."

Artoria walked down the red carpet with a furrowed brow.

She couldn't feel any vibrant fluctuations of life.

All elements are forced to operate on a predetermined track, with no possibility of deviation.

"There is no freedom, no variables. This is not a dream; it is an absolutely closed cage."

"Not only that."

The Lion King coldly stared at Sunday's retreating figure, who was walking at the front.

"There's something about him that I find extremely repulsive."

"That's not 'harmonious' acceptance; it's an extreme form of 'domination' that attempts to forcibly integrate all individuals and erase differences."

"It's like... wanting to turn everyone into specimens in his box."

Walking through the long corridor, Sunday pushed open a heavy oak door.

Inside is his private office.

In the center of the room, there was a huge sand table.

The sand table exquisitely recreates a miniature landscape of the entire Pinocchio Twelve Dream Moments.

"Please have a seat, everyone."

On Sunday, he walked behind his desk and rested his chin on his hands, fingers interlaced.

Those golden eyes, filled with an almost morbid fanaticism, stared at Luo Chen.

"Since Mr. Luo Chen is so straightforward, then I won't beat around the bush either."

"I've searched the databases of Interstellar Peace Corporation and the entire galaxy, but I haven't found any record of you."

"Your power, capable of tearing through dream barriers with your bare hands and even crushing the 'concept of death,' has transcended the norms of fate."

The sounds of Sunday became more enthusiastic.

"This universe is full of sorrow and suffering. Even in Pinocchio, countless people are tormented by the weight of reality."

"The star gods are high above; they don't care about the lives of humans at all!"

He suddenly stood up and opened his arms.

Countless phantom images of souls trapped in dreams, their faces bearing false and eternal smiles, appeared on the wall behind him.

"But I'm different!"

"I want to create an eternal paradise where there is no sorrow, no death, and no 'tomorrow'!"

"As long as everyone is asleep under my order, there will be no more suffering!"

"Seven days of rest, eternal peace! This is my salvation for all mankind!"

On Sunday, he stared intently at Luo Chen.

"Mr. Luo Chen! Your strength is an indispensable piece of the puzzle in achieving this great undertaking!"

"If you are willing to assist me in spreading this order throughout the universe, you will be the co-ruler of this new world!"

The office fell into a deathly silence.

Xing picked at his ear and turned to look at Dan Heng.

"He just rambled on and on, but couldn't it all boil down to this: 'I'm going to turn everyone in the universe into vegetable zombies, and then I'll become the internet cafe administrator'?"

Dan Heng nodded expressionlessly.

"A very insightful summary."

"Pfft."

Luo Chen couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The laughter gradually escalated from a low murmur to a loud, unrestrained roar, echoing through the empty office.

It is full of extremely strong irony.

What are you laughing at?!

Sunday's expression darkened, and a blinding golden light burst forth from the halo above his head.

"I laugh at you like a mentally challenged child who builds sandcastles in a sandpit and then brags to adults that he's the king."

Luo Chen stopped laughing.

He braced his hands on the edge of the huge city model, leaning slightly forward.

His crimson-gold vertical pupils stared coldly at Sunday.

"Without death, there is no reverence for life. Without sorrow, so-called happiness is nothing but a cheap illusion."

"You lock these people in birdcages, forcibly clip their wings, and then tell them, 'Look, this is happiness?'"

"This isn't relief, this is deprivation."

Luo Chen raised his right hand, one finger hovering above the exquisite sand table.

The [Third Star Particle Body] within the body began to operate at an overclocked frequency.

【Simulated Star Chart - Star Truth - Avalon】That grand concept, which transcends the universe, poured out like a landslide and a tsunami.

"You want to be a god who controls order?"

Luo Chen's lips curled into an extremely arrogant sneer.

"Then I'll show you what true 'collapse of order' really looks like."

"—Break it."

With Luo Chen's single-word pronouncement.

Click!

There was no magical explosion, no flames burning.

A dark crack appeared at the very center of the conceptual sandbox that Sunday had painstakingly crafted, even incorporating the remnants of the Star God's power of [Order].

"No... What are you doing?! Stop it!!"

He screamed in terror on Sunday.

He could feel that as the sand table shattered, his deep connection with the entire Pinocchio dream was being forcibly severed by absolute violence!

"It's too noisy, there's too much static."

Morgan le Fay's magic umbrella slammed heavily on the ground.

【Fairy Magic: Gravity Suppression】!

A tremendous force descended instantly, pinning Sunday, who was about to unleash his divine magic, firmly onto his desk.

He couldn't even move a finger; his bones were cracking under the strain.

"Crack... Bang!!!"

The sand table in front of Luo Chen, along with the underlying logic of the entire [Order] it contained, shattered into countless blue light fragments at this moment!

"This is your ridiculous paradise, Sunday."

Luo Chen looked down at the patriarch who was pinned to the table.

There was not a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Didn't you want me to join your script?"

"Unfortunately, I've always preferred screenwriting to acting, especially not acting in these kinds of terrible movies."

Luo Chen turned around and looked at the Round Table Team and the train crew behind him, who were already in a state of combat.

"Let's go."

"I've already smashed the bird's cage."

"Next, we should examine the true composition of the 'Dream of Taiyi' hiding behind him."