My daily life in various anime crossovers can't possibly be this sci-fi.

Section 60, Chapter Sixty: The Shadow of Berlin

1945.

Berlin is as bright as day tonight.

This wasn't because the moon was particularly bright tonight, or for any other reason. The brilliance shining through Berlin tonight came primarily from two sources: the powerful searchlights carried by Soviet transport planes, and the flames of revenge ignited throughout the city by rockets fired from thousands of Katyusha rocket launchers.

The saturation bombardment by the artillery units had entered its final stage, and armored units were pouring into the city of Berlin in droves. However, even the deafening roar of the engines of the KV-2, T-34, and IS-3 and the clattering of their tracks could not drown out the cheers of the Soviet infantrymen who were now moving through the streets and alleys.

"Yesterday was our land!"

"Yesterday was paid for with our blood!"

A platoon leader brandished his submachine gun and shouted passionately.

"Today is their land!"

"Today is their blood!"

His response was met with even more passionate shouts from his soldiers.

"All of you, shut the hell up!" the company commander yelled with a laugh. "All of you, focus on the noise around you! Who knows if there are still some damn German devils hiding in those rubble piles? I'm telling you, if any of you dare to get killed in the final battle of this hellish war, I'll kick your asses hard with my boots!"

“But, to be honest, platoon leader…” a private whispered to the platoon leader, “we haven’t encountered any German resistance whatsoever, not at all.”

"At most, we just haven't encountered them yet," the company commander said, pursing his lips.

“No, I just asked the communications officer,” the private said gravely. “According to reports from the front lines, the nearly 10,000 soldiers of the 076th Division advancing towards Berlin from the east have not found any trace of German armed forces in the city.”

"Not at all? Not even a single German soldier?" The company commander's expression turned serious.

“Yes, absolutely not, it’s very strange.” The private nodded.

Even if you gave the company commander hundreds of brains, he would never believe that the Germans would give up resistance so easily. As long as there was even one able-bodied man and one stick left in Berlin, the madman Adolf would never order a surrender.

"In short, be careful and keep moving forward." The company commander nodded.

After that, the Soviet army advanced from the outskirts of Berlin toward the city center. Encountering absolutely no resistance, the Soviet advance was incredibly rapid.

"Look, Company Commander!" The private pointed to a magnificent stone building in the distance, "Look at those damn swastika flags!"

"Listen up, brothers of the Third Company!" the company commander roared. "The German devils are nowhere to be seen now, crying for their mothers. We must seize this opportunity and continue our advance! The Reichstag is just ahead!"

"Forward! Forward!"

The bombing was completely over, and Berlin was once again shrouded in night.

Under the pitch-black night sky, the deserted Reichstag building resembled a decades-old ruin. Years earlier, it was from this very building that the German army, under orders issued from within, swept across Europe with unstoppable force.

Then, years later, it looked so dilapidated and desolate that it seemed as if it had never had a glorious past.

The company commander did not attempt to storm the Reichstag building, but instead stood quietly in an open area, waiting. Just a few years earlier, Germany's proud Blitzkrieg had marched triumphantly along this road, receiving the inspection of that arrogant madman.

Black and red swastika flags fluttered in the wind, while the Soviet red flag was being waved on the terrace.

it is finally over.

Two lines of clear tears rolled down the corners of the company commander's eyes.

"Company commander! Company commander!"

The private who rushed out of the Capitol building and came to the company commander's side was the private.

"You must come and see this..."

The company commander was led by the private to a stone pillar supporting the Capitol Building.

On the gray, decaying stone pillars, many characters were written in blood-red paint. All the characters were written in Russian, so the two of them could read them perfectly well.

"We will punish this world again someday."

Almost every pillar in the Capitol Building is covered with such writing. Those distorted and glaring characters resemble the final, desperate curse of a dying person…

...It was like a hunter's cold laugh at its prey that had fallen into its trap without realizing it.

The company commander's heart sank; perhaps the matter was not over yet.

……

"...Many details of the Battle of Berlin are still highly classified today." Pushkin tidied the file folder on the table. "Many details in our history books were fabricated later, because the truth should not be known to the vast majority of people. In fact, the reason why our P Department was established today was precisely because of this bizarre Battle of Berlin."

"During that bizarre battle, we discovered an entity beneath Berlin that was completely inexplicable by the scientific level of the time. Even the SCP Foundation had no concept of it. When we found that strange construct, which we named 'Project Z,' near 'Wolf's Lair,' it had already been destroyed by the German army, leaving behind only a large amount of unidentifiable debris. The Foundation and the Soviet Union conducted decades of research on those debris, and it wasn't until the 1970s that we truly understood what it was..."

……

Two months before the Battle of Berlin in 1945.

The Soviet army and the Allied forces on the second front have set foot on German soil. The German army, which was already at a disadvantage, suffered repeated defeats on the front lines. Now the German defense line has shrunk to the vicinity of Brandenburg.

The empire is now teetering on the brink of collapse, and its complete disintegration is only a matter of time.

But at this moment, Lieutenant Colonel Hans Botenberg's face was filled with genuine joy and excitement. Now, clad in his opulent SS uniform, his feet gleaming in leather boots, he walked with his head held high through the tunnels of the "Wolf's Lair" underground fortifications. And walking beside him, in a slightly faded brown overcoat and military cap, a slightly hunched old man, was the current supreme ruler of the empire, and would continue to be so.

"Your Excellency, the situation at the front is just as you have heard. The Imperial army is at an unimaginable disadvantage." Lieutenant Colonel Hans said in a tone that seemed impartial but actually carried an undisguised sense of complacency. "However, without a doubt, even if the Empire suffers damage, we, favored by the laws of nature, will never perish."

He pushed open the iron door, showing the head of state the circular steel monster in the underground hall behind it, tens of meters in diameter, filled with complex pipework, and the densely packed instrument panels on the control panel.

"Fate is on our side... because the Empire is the first nation in the world to have done both of these things," Lieutenant Colonel Hans said. "We know that beyond this 'world,' there are other 'worlds,' and we have found the specific way to get there..."

"...And, in fact, we have already succeeded once, my Führer."

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Section 61, Chapter Sixty-One: Dreams and Reality

……

Before me lay a city as desolate as a tomb. Those skyscrapers that once shone brightly in the night sky were now ruins, like long-neglected monuments.

Beneath a sky dyed crimson, on asphalt roads nearly melting from the intense heat, "someone" was walking. Completely shrouded in black armor and a cloak, "that person" was undoubtedly not himself, nor anyone else.

This was a very strange experience for Jiang Jinghua: although he knew he was dreaming, he could not get out of the dream no matter what; his mind was not confused, but clearer than ever before, but under this burning sky, everything he could touch could only leave him with a vague impression.

Knives, swords, spears and battle axes, rifles and rockets.

That person was undoubtedly fighting something.

The person was moving at an unimaginable, terrifying speed, weaving through hundreds of shadowy figures like lightning, carrying out efficient killing with every weapon imaginable that could be used.

Although Jiang Jinghua was observing the battle, strangely enough, he could sense everything the man in black was feeling. Despite being constantly attacked by the shadowy figure, the man in black felt no pain whatsoever, nor did his fighting spirit increase as a result.

In truth, he felt no stirrings of emotion whatsoever. No fighting spirit, no fear, no sorrow, no joy…

...In fact, he had absolutely nothing that could be called emotion.

Like a wound-up machine or a computer that has started executing batch files, all he needs to do is complete his mission.

A mission of destruction and elimination.

Once the task is completed, the machine that performed the task is no longer needed until the next task is assigned.

When Jiang Jinghua opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that he was lying in an ordinary-looking hotel room. Outside the open window, the starry sky twinkled, and nothing had stained it red.

The bed beneath me was an ordinary bed, and I, on the bed, was also an ordinary person; nothing seemed amiss.

Jiang Jinghua finally remembered who he was and what he was doing.

After dinner, he, Maki, and Umi discussed for a long time how to create popular songs, and played a strategy game with Honoka for about two hours, without winning a single round.

After that, he did his homework for a while before going to bed.

It's 1:30 a.m., just two and a half hours since he went to bed.

But for some reason... he felt that the time just now was as long as two and a half centuries.

Jiang Jinghua shook his head violently, trying to banish the jumbled thoughts from his mind. After taking several deep breaths, he finally broke free from that bizarre and inexplicable dream.

Should I look for books like the "Zhou Gong's Dream Interpretation" or perhaps read some of Freud's works?

However, to be fair, even the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with dreams) probably doesn't know what that sci-fi fantasy dream of his was all about, and he shouldn't have any particular thoughts about his mother.

Once I wake up like this, it's completely impossible to fall back asleep. I might as well go downstairs for a walk.

Jiang Jinghua changed his clothes, left the room, and went down the stairs.

Hmm, Honoka's snoring is as energetic as ever today.

When Jiang Jinghua stepped outside, he was greeted by the cool sea breeze blowing from another dimension. The dark night sky was studded with twinkling stars, which brought a sense of peace to his heart.

However, there are tens of millions of alternate dimensions in this world, and a considerable number of them must not be able to see such a peaceful starry sky, such as the sky in his dream that seemed to be burning. Thinking of this, Jiang Jinghua couldn't convince himself to calm down again.

Just a few days ago, he had dealt with a time traveler. If an ordinary person can travel freely between different planes under the influence of some kind of power, then there's no reason why those more powerful beings couldn't do the same.

Despite the combined efforts of the SCP Foundation and the United Nations, this aberrant and insane world has maintained relative peace for decades, and a significant portion of humanity in the 21st century has successfully led comfortable daily lives, even having the leisure to discuss things like "school idols" or "realizing dreams."

But what if the sky on Earth were to burn like the sky in my dream? What would become of ordinary people like myself and everyone in μ's?

Each member of μ's is an invaluable treasure. However, on the battlefield, their lives are worth no more than nine bullets.

When that time comes, what should they do, and what can I do?

That bizarre dream has plunged Jiang Jinghua's mood into a quagmire of deathly grayness, from which he cannot pull himself out no matter how hard he tries.

Vague fragments of memory kept rising and falling in his mind, flashing and disappearing, and what followed was a kind of negative emotion that was hard to explain.

Jiang Jinghua loathed this feeling, and he had experienced it countless times before he came into this world.

That feeling of wanting to do something but being powerless to do it.

"Let's go for a walk. A little breeze on the beach should calm me down a bit," Jiang Jinghua thought. Damn it, I may not have any other skills, but I'm quite adept at this inexplicable affectation.

Just as he was about to walk along the road, a voice called out to him:

"Huh? Are you staying up late again tonight?"

Jiang Jinghua turned his head and looked at the person standing behind him: "Shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

Today, Maki Nishikino was wearing her usual black top and a matching black baseball cap.

"Didn't I tell you this last time?" Jiang Jinghua sighed, "Don't always stay up late."

“I don’t recall you saying anything like that to me last time.” Nishikino Maki shook her head. “Answer my question first. What are you doing wandering around so late at night?”