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

"Snap!"

A blinding white light suddenly flashed across the quiet street corner.

Xing, who was enjoying a skewer of grilled meat, suddenly stopped in her tracks, her gray ahoge (antenna-like hair sticking up) instantly straightening.

She turned her head.

There was a raccoon dog, about half a person's height, with brown fur and a camera hanging around its neck, squatting behind a telephone pole in an extremely comical pose.

Upon realizing he had been exposed, the raccoon reporter let out a strange cry, grabbed his camera, and ran away.

Two short legs kicked up a cloud of dust as they tumbled on the ground.

"Taking photos without my consent? Violating my portrait rights right under my nose?!"

Xing was enraged.

She shoved the rest of the barbecue into her mouth, picked up a baseball bat, and charged out.

"Stop right there! Hand over the film! Or I'll smash your camera!"

"Star! Wait! Don't run around!"

March 7th and Danheng quickly followed.

The raccoon is incredibly fast, and it specializes in squeezing into those intricate alleyways and piles of abandoned signs.

Although Xing's physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people, he could only barely bite the other's tail in this terrain.

"You damned raccoon, you think you can get away!"

Xing leaped over a pile of discarded cardboard boxes and followed the raccoon into a dead end.

However, the moment her feet touched the ground...

The surrounding scenery, like melting oil paint, began to distort and stretch without warning.

The once dirty brick walls have been transformed into snow-white painted walls, and the asphalt road underfoot has become a smooth wooden floor.

The lingering smell of engine oil in the air disappeared, replaced by the smell of cheap chalk dust.

"Classmates, we have a new student transferring to our class today..."

A mechanical, flat voice sounded in my ear.

Xing blinked.

She found herself standing on a platform in a Japanese-style classroom, wearing a completely ill-fitting JK uniform.

Below sat dozens of "students" with indistinct faces and paper smiley face masks.

"Cognitive revision?"

Xing looked down at her hands, but didn't panic.

Having witnessed Luo Chen's "grand spectacle" of directly trampling the physical rules of the entire world under his feet, this level of illusion seemed like a low-quality VR game to her.

"Please introduce yourself, new student."

The "teacher" on the podium mechanically urged.

"Introduce you my foot!"

Xing, expressionless, pulled the faintly glowing baseball bat from under her skirt.

That was a weapon that Luo Chen had casually infused with a trace of star magic power.

She swung the baseball bat and smashed it down on the blackboard in front of her without any hesitation.

"Smash it!"

boom!

A baseball bat, imbued with the power to break boundaries, slammed into the blackboard.

With a crisp "crack," the entire classroom shattered like a broken mirror, instantly breaking into countless glowing fragments!

The so-called "cognitive correction" couldn't even last ten seconds in the face of absolute violence.

The fragments scattered, and Xing returned to that dark dead-end alley.

However, a huge holographic screen now floats in front of the alley.

On the screen, Hanabi is wearing a fox mask and laughing so hard she's doubled over, clutching her stomach.

"Oh dear! What a pity! I was hoping to let the whole city see Galaxy Baseball Man's sweet and innocent high school comedy!"

"To smash the screen so quickly, how unromantic!"

Fireworks made a funny face on the screen.

"But the real show is just beginning! My enthusiastic fans, go and give this rude guest a proper welcome!"

The screen went black instantly.

At the same time, dozens of bizarre and fantastical creatures emerged from the abandoned buildings on both sides of the alley.

They were all wearing support shirts with the Fireworks logo printed on them, and holding various dangerous magic props.

His gaze was so fanatical it was outrageous.

"For Lady Hanabi's sake! Punish this woman who smashed the screen!"

"Kill her! Turn her into fireworks!"

"A fanatic? I hate unreasonable people like that the most."

Xing snorted coldly, gripped the baseball bat tightly with both hands, and her gray hair danced wildly under the influence of magic.

"Xing! Are you alright?"

At the alley entrance, Danheng and March 7th finally arrived.

"Perfect, consider it post-dinner exercise."

Xing grinned.

"Go! Clean up these brainless fans!"

The arrow of extreme ice and the blue spear light instantly cut into the battlefield.

Although the group of illusionary creatures bewitched by the fireworks went mad, they were quickly defeated and scattered into a patch of light by the tacit cooperation of the three train crew members.

"Phew... What's going on? I was suddenly pulled into a hallucination and then surrounded."

On March 7th, panting heavily, he put away his bow.

"It seems that the masked fool named Hanabi never intended to be well-behaved from the start."

Dan Heng looked at the wreckage on the ground with a solemn expression.

"Don't be careless, outsider. This is just the tip of the iceberg in this farce."

A hoarse, deep voice came from the shadows deep in the alley.

The three immediately went on alert.

A man wearing a dark gray trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat walked out, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

He had sharp, eagle-like eyes, and his chin was covered in stubble, exuding a deep sense of weariness and vicissitude.

Two-dimensional city sheriff, Rotten Leaf.

"Who are you?"

Dan Heng asked, brandishing his spear.

"A poor soul still trying to maintain order in this dilapidated city."

Kuchiba spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth and glanced at the three of them.

"I advise you to find somewhere to hide. This city is more dangerous now than ever."

"Because of that 'Phantom Moon Game'?"

Star Questions.

"It's not just that damn game."

Xiuye ​​walked to the wall, his fingers tracing a scorch mark left from the recent battle, his eyes cold.

"The game is just a cover. Recently, a series of murders have occurred at the Two-Phase Paradise."

"The dead were all phantom beings imbued with a high concentration of the power of desire. They did not dissipate naturally, but were completely 'erased' conceptually by some extremely cruel method. Not even a trace was left."

"We call that killer—the Deathbringer."

"Erasing the concept?"

Dan Heng frowned.

"Is this related to the star's core?"

"I don't know. But one thing is certain."

The withered leaf raised its head and looked at the purple moon in the sky, which was growing larger and larger and its color becoming more and more eerie.

"The hunting patterns of the Death Demon are completely consistent with the flow of those eight 'Pleasure Masks'."

"He, or it, is among those who vie for the mask. Tonight's Phantom Moon Secret Court is not only Aha's stage, but also that killer's slaughterhouse."

At the same time. In the core area of ​​the Ancient Benevolent Kingdom, inside the manor renovated by Morgan.

Luo Chen sat at the head of the obsidian table.

On the table, eight half-face masks of different materials, each carved with a strange smiling face, were neatly arranged.

"Dad, we brought them all back."

Mordred slammed his greatsword to the ground and casually pulled out a chair to sit down.

"Two of them were stolen from a group of corporate dogs dressed in black, and the other three were in an underground hideout called something like 'Mourning Actors'."

"Those guys were crying and fighting me, it was so annoying, so I just chopped them all down."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Luo Chen didn't touch the masks; he just looked out the window at the huge full moon that had turned completely deep purple.

The illusory moon is full.

"The flow of ether in the surrounding area has changed."

Morgan held his teacup, his gaze peering out the window, locking onto the distorted space at the very top of the city.

"An extremely strong spatial pulling force is attempting to forcibly teleport these masks, and the life forms surrounding them, to a specific coordinate. Is this what's known as the 'Phantom Moon Secret Court'?"

"Um."

Luo Chen stood up, and his black trench coat automatically draped over his shoulders.

"It's time for the game. Now that the host has set the stage, we uninvited guests should naturally go and show our support."

He glanced at the three train crew members who had just returned from outside, and the sheriff, Kuchiba, who was following behind them.

"Is Ritsuka and the others alright?"

Luo Chen asked.

"We ran into a little trouble. That Fool named Fireworks set a trap, but Hoshi has already taken care of it."

Danheng reported the facts truthfully.

"As expected."

Luo Chen turned his gaze back to the eight masks on the table, seemingly unconcerned.

"system."

He silently recited it in his heart.

【Simulated Star Chart - The Truth of Stars - Local Interference】.

A barely perceptible stellar fluctuation emanated from Luo Chen's fingertips, easily infiltrating the eight masks that carried the power of the Star God.

He didn't intend to destroy them; rather, he directly altered the user permissions of these eight "keys" at the underlying logic level.

"Alright. Ticket verification is complete."

Luo Chen turned around, his crimson-gold vertical pupils flashing with unrestrained fighting spirit.

"Everyone, get ready to go on stage."

As he finished speaking, the eight masks on the table simultaneously emitted a dazzling purple light.

The light did not teleport randomly as the rules stipulated, but instead obeyed Luo Chen's will, transforming into a huge purple pillar that enveloped everyone in the manor.

The Secret Courtyard of Illusory Moon.

This is a hidden dimension, detached from the surface physical space of the Two-Phase Paradise.

The entire space presents an absurd sense of geometric inversion.

The stairs were suspended upside down from the ceiling, the door opened in the center of the floor, and countless huge playing cards and gears slowly rotated in the void.

At the very heart of this chaos, a colossal throne crafted from pure gold and white bones floats in the air.

Those are traces left by Aha, the star god of pleasure.

Hanabi sat on a floating swing beneath the throne, her legs swinging merrily.

Wearing her signature fox mask and holding a booklet used to record the "game script," she looked expectantly at the portal ahead.

"Hehe, let me think, who will be the first one to come in? Will it be one of those serious company executives? Or a whining entertainer? Or perhaps that 'Death Demon' who's always looking for fun?"

"I can't wait to see them tear each other apart and kill each other in their struggle for this one and only divine throne!"

Om-!

The portal shone brightly.

Hanabi excitedly stood up, opened her arms, and prepared to witness the killing spree she had meticulously planned.

"Welcome to Phantom Moon—uh?!"

Hanabi's lines were stuck in her throat.

Her large eyes, hidden behind the mask, stared incredulously at the crowd emerging from the portal.

There were not eight contestants who were strangers to each other and wary of one another.

There is only one team.

Luo Chen walked at the very front.

He didn't even look at the bizarre buildings floating in the air, nor at the throne; he simply walked straight to the fireworks display.

Behind him, Morgan, Artoria, the Lion King, Scáthach, Mordred, Melusin, and the Star Train trio all made their appearance.

There were ten people in total. Eight tickets brought in ten people.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Hanabi's smile completely crumbled, and she took a step back in a panic, pointing at Luo Chen.

"The rules clearly state that only eight people wearing masks can enter the Secret Court! And the system should have randomly scattered you into different areas to compete! How did you manage to come in as a group?!"

"rule?"

Luo Chen stopped, put his hands in his pockets, and looked down at the masked fool whose mind was full of pranks.

He didn't release a single trace of magic, but the absolute oppressive feeling belonging to the entire domain of the [Two-Digit Box Garden] still made Hanabi feel suffocated like never before.

"When I enter a room, I never need to follow anyone else's rules."

Luo Chen said calmly.

"I changed the underlying code of those eight broken masks. Now, they're just a group ticket with no limit on the number of participants."

Tampering with the laws left behind by the Star God?

The understanding of fireworks has been devastated.

This is not a powerful Fate Walker at all; this is clearly a monster even more unreasonable than a Star God!

"What...what exactly do you want to do?"

Fireworks dropped all pretense and quietly clutched several detonating tags in her hand.

"This is Lord Aha's stage! If you forcibly disrupt the game, you will be punished with pleasure!"

"punish?"

Luo Chen chuckled softly, then raised his head to look at the suspended divine throne.

"I'm here to do only two things."

"First, stop this boring talent show."

Luo Chen turned his head, his crimson-gold eyes coldly locking onto Hua Huo.

"Secondly, we'll drag you out, along with that so-called 'Death Demon' hiding in the shadows, and crush you to death."

"How arrogant!"

Hanabi knew she was no match for this man, so she leaped backward and threw the explosive tag in her hand.

"Since you're not going to follow the script, then go rot in that abandoned theater with those losers!"

"Too slow."

There was absolutely no need for Luo Chen to take action.

A white aurora swept past his side.

Melusin blurred into a streak, not only precisely severing the magical fuses of the explosive tags in mid-air, but also instantly appearing above the fireworks.

"You like playing with bombs? Then I'll show you what real firepower is like."

Melusin's aurora blades on both arms locked onto Hanabi's throat.

"Wait a moment!"

Hanabi shouted, and her body instantly turned into a cloud of red smoke and disappeared.

This is her specialty: escape through a double.

"Can they escape?"

Scáthach, who had been silent until now, snorted coldly and casually thrust her magic spear through the void.

【Primordial Rune: Spatial Lockdown】

"what!"

Behind a stone pillar a few dozen meters away, Hanabi's figure was forcibly pulled out of the void and crashed heavily to the ground.

She was horrified to discover that the space around her was completely locked.

Her prized illusions and escape abilities were utterly useless against this purple-haired woman.

"Stop struggling, clown."

Mordred slung his sword over his shoulder and walked over with ill intent.

"Tell me honestly, where is that 'Death Demon'? Tell me, and I might let you die a quick death."

Just then.

"Keep the change, please."

A somber, hoarse voice, seemingly carrying endless death energy, suddenly resounded above the throne.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.

On that throne representing the authority of [pleasure], someone was sitting at some unknown time.

The man was completely shrouded in a tattered gray-black cloak, and his face was covered by a white mask with no facial features, only a gaping mouth.

In his hand, he held a huge scythe stained with black blood.

An extremely disgusting and pure concept of "erasure" emanated from him.

[The Death Announcer].

"How dare they sit in that seat..."

Hanabi looked at the person, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Are you insane? Lord Aha's throne will...!"

"The throne? It's nothing but a discarded chair."

The Death Demon stood up, his body twisted at an extremely bizarre angle, as if he had no bones.

He looked down at Luo Chen and his group below, a nauseating laugh emanating from the crack in his mask.

"Are you the foreigners who cleaned up all that garbage outside?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Now that you're here, become my nourishment. Whether you're phantom species or aberrant life forms like you... by erasing you all, I can gain true 'existence'!"

He swung the sickle violently.

It wasn't a slash, but rather a rift that cut open the void.

In an instant, the resentment of countless illusionary creatures he had erased transformed into a tangible black torrent, surging out of the crack like a tsunami and sweeping towards the people below!

"What disgusting magic!"

On the seventh day of the third month, he raised his bow, but didn't know where to aim.

"Prepare for battle!"

Danheng brandished his long spear.

"No need for that."

Luo Chen stood at the forefront, looking at the overwhelming black torrent and the arrogant Death Demon.

He slowly pulled his hands out of his trench coat pockets.

"Since you like 'erasing' so much."

The [Third Star Particle Body] within Luo Chen's body began to operate at overclock.

Within its crimson-gold eyes, the phantom of a purple-gold galaxy suddenly unfolded.

【Simulated Star Chart - Star Truth - Total Authority】!

"Then I'll show you what real formatting is."

Luo Chen gazed at the vast black tide and the Death Demon standing on the throne, and softly uttered a single word.

"—Destroy."