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

While climbing over the gate, I lost my footing and fell straight onto the top of it...

...My groin area hurts so much!

Even so, at least it's turned over.

Honoka mustered her spirits and walked through the deserted subway tunnel.

On both sides were various shops that had long since closed: most of them had their storefronts blocked by iron roller shutters. Honoka imagined what this area would be like during the day: it must be bustling, right? Lots of people would be coming and going, and the waiters would be shouting enthusiastically to greet customers, wouldn't they? Of course, the most likely scenario was that they would be using loudspeakers to play recordings…

The surrounding billboards were also shut down due to the lack of power, and the faces of the female celebrities on the posters became blurry.

Walking through this subway tunnel where everything became blurred, Honoka suddenly had the illusion that "I was the only person left in the world."

Then let's practice here!

Honoka took out her phone and played the backing track that Nishikino Maki had just finished making yesterday.

Accompanied by a fast-paced accompaniment, the girl began her still-developing singing:

"...One in, one jump!"

……

"01 calling command! 01 calling command! Signs of a suspected containment target detected... but..."

Jiang Jinghua was a little doubtful that there was something wrong with his ears, but the expressions of Kato Megumi and Kiritani Kazuto behind him confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his ears or head.

“…According to eyewitness reports, music similar to European classical music was playing at a constant volume in the subway station when the subject appeared…” A bead of cold sweat appeared on Jiang Jinghua’s forehead, hidden beneath his riot helmet. “But…”

“Um, the sound source detection device shows that the source of the music is very obvious…” Kato Megumi added from the side, “I think it’s just ordinary music.”

“But what idiot would play this kind of song in a subway station in the middle of the night!” Jiang Jinghua pulled the safety off his assault rifle. “Besides… this song sounds pretty familiar…”

The music coming from afar had a strong Japanese pop style, and the lyrics were a mix of Japanese and simple English words. The sound quality was terrible; it was probably coming from a mobile phone player…

"Proceed with caution," Jiang Jinghua said in a low voice over the radio communication channel. "Who knows if that thing might be some variant of the containment target..."

As part of special training, a team consisting of Jiang Jinghua, Kato Megumi, and Kiritani Kazuto is conducting live-fire training simulating the containment of anomalous objects.

The training session was held at a subway station located somewhere underground in Tokyo.

“Singing in the subway station in the middle of the night…” Kirito adjusted the weapon in his hand, “It really feels like an urban legend.”

"Where would you find a ghost from an urban legend singing such an intense song! Advance, confirm the target before firing!" Jiang Jinghua raised his gun and advanced in a standard assault stance.

The voice sounded increasingly familiar… The guy singing in the subway must be someone I know. Jiang Jinghua thought.

It's someone I know, and it's that voice... it must be that guy.

And practicing singing in an empty subway station in the middle of the night! She's absolutely capable of doing that!

"Don't fire! Repeat! Don't fire!"

The three men rushed out from a corner of the subway station, and the searchlights mounted on their three rifles shone on the distant target.

The girl's face turned deathly pale from the sudden burst of bright light—

"Aaaaaaah!"

Startled, she trembled, her phone slipping from her hand and crashing to the ground, the battery popping out. The upbeat music stopped abruptly, and the four of them stared at each other in the empty subway station.

“…Honoka, it really is you.” Jiang Jinghua remained unmoved, reaching out to remove the visor from his helmet. “What are you doing in the subway station in the middle of the night instead of sleeping…”

"Oh, I'm so sorry, officer! I was wrong, I promise I won't do it again... Oh, wait, Jinghua-kun, it's you!" Honoka breathed a sigh of relief after recognizing the person. "Phew, that scared me to death! I thought..."

After a moment of calm.

"...Wait a minute, Jinghua-kun, what are you doing dressed like that in the subway station?!" Honoka suddenly realized, and her body, which had just been standing still, jumped back due to the sudden stimulation. "Is it really necessary to do this cosplay in the middle of the night?"

"Who's doing cosplay... This thing is the real deal." Jiang Jinghua put the safety on the rifle and waved it forcefully.

"Then let's explain to each other a little about why we met at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and in the wrong way."

The G-Point feature on that crappy app "Self-Defense Cat" has been getting weirder and weirder lately. Is it trying to make it impossible for all Chinese people to speak properly?

Section 91, Chapter Ninety-One: The title was made into soap.

"Practicing singing in a closed subway station in the middle of the night... You've really something." Jiang Jinghua sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Honoka responded with a slightly embarrassed smile: "It's a very important match... so it's not strange that you care about the result, right? It's you guys who are wandering around here with guns in the middle of the night, that's really strange."

“This person is also an ‘insider’,” Jiang Jinghua introduced to the two people behind him. “So let’s skip the troublesome things like memory erasure.”

“No problem, no problem. However, although memory erasure can be avoided, I still hope that you can stay away from this area,” Kirito added. “After all, we are conducting serious combat training here right now.”

"Alright, then I wish you all the best!"

The three left the scene with their weapons, and Honoka, after thinking about it, had no choice but to return the way she came.

After this strange little incident, even though the three of them wouldn't let her leave, she had absolutely no interest in continuing to practice.

Let's put singing aside for now... Let's find a relatively open space and practice some activities that won't make any noise.

In short, no matter what, we must make full use of all available conditions to practice.

She climbed over the subway entrance gate once again, and returned via the same route she had taken down the stairs. The Tokyo sky once again came into view.

The surrounding streets were even quieter than before, as if she were the only person still walking around in the whole world.

He took his phone out of his pocket and opened the Love Live official website.

The preliminary rounds have already begun: the Tokyo Metropolitan Second Division's website is already filled with videos recorded by the contestants. Those girls dancing gracefully under the camera's gaze are just like me... well, maybe a little different in some details, but in general, they are all ordinary people moving forward on the road to pursuing their dreams.

Where are they now? Are they sound asleep? Or are they practicing quietly in some unknown corner, just like her?

Honoka silently put away her phone and jogged towards the shrine where she often practiced with her friends.

Those who have encountered the darker aspects of the world are the ones who are best able to understand its vastness.

It is precisely because we understand our own insignificance and powerlessness that we can better comprehend the motivation for yearning to transcend the mundane.

Being ordinary is not a reason to stop moving forward...

"Cough cough, ugh, cough!" Honoka coughed forcefully a few times.

...but it should instead become the driving force for moving forward.

I, Honoka Kousaka, will work together with everyone to achieve our goal of breaking through the Love Live! preliminaries!

for……

"Cough, cough, cough!"

...leaving no regrets!

……

Somewhere underground in Tokyo.

Dr. Breitle picked up a specially designed glass with his slender monkey paws and poured a small sip of the clear, purplish-red, sweet liquid into his throat. His brown eyes were fixed on the television screen in front of him.

While a monkey drinking wine while watching the news might be considered a world wonder, for the SCP Foundation, it's just another mundane part of daily life.

"...The GOC Japan Branch's Bureau of Abnormal Health and Medical Affairs recently issued a Level Yellow-II Abnormal Epidemic Alert: A flu virus that has undergone abnormal mutation due to magical influence has been confirmed to be circulating in the Tokyo area. All relevant parties are urged to remain vigilant, take necessary precautions, and actively participate in local volunteer relief efforts..."

"Change the channel," Dr. Breit said impatiently.

The images on the television kept changing under the control of the voice system until they froze on the last image.

The television is broadcasting special news programs intended for those in the know: their content mostly concerns supernatural or cutting-edge classified information that is not suitable for public disclosure. Currently, this channel is airing a live interview program from the news scene, with a reporter in heavy protective gear speaking eloquently on screen.

"...As you can see, the body of a suspected magician has been found at the site of the bombing in the Sapporo area." The reporter turned the camera to the charred body: the latter's clothing was not completely burned, and the dark red armband worn on his left arm was clearly visible.

"...This body, bearing the characteristics of a German SS uniform from World War II, has been examined at the scene by relevant departments. There is a greater than 70% probability that it originated from an alternate dimension whose coordinates have not yet been determined by the Foundation and the GOC. Investigations into the remaining tissue and traces of magic suggest that the magic used by this suspected alternate-dimensional body before its death may be related to..."

"So, the situation is getting more and more complicated, isn't it?"

In Dr. Brett's cluttered room stood a device that resembled a refrigerator, used for long-distance communication. This device could collect sound and visible light signals from almost the entire room and establish very smooth long-distance communication based on them.

The meticulous male face projected onto this communication device at this moment belongs to Dr. Kolev.

"According to what you said last time, the German you found in Xiao Jiang's memory was 'disorganized'?" Briette asked in a high-pitched voice, staring at the corpse on the screen. "This guy on the screen doesn't look disorganized at all to me."

"So the situation is getting worse." Kolev nodded. "Perhaps we should really consider the possibility that the Germans traveled to some unknown alternate dimension in 1945, and after more than seventy years of preparation, they finally intend to launch a counterattack on Earth."

"Let them do what they want." Briette chuckled dismissively. "Do they really think we and that group of GOC field agents, who're always on edge, are just sitting around doing nothing? Do you think a bunch of exiles can develop faster than a systematic human civilization?"

“Brother, even if it’s a problem that can be solved with a flick of a finger…” Kolev said, “there’s always someone who’ll have to lift that finger, right? So I suggest you focus your energy on this matter lately. It won’t be fun once it gets to headquarters, you understand that, right?”

“Of course.” Dr. Breit turned off the television, jumped off the sofa, and meticulously draped his miniature white lab coat over his shoulders. “I, my friend, am not one to sit idly by.”

"If that's the case, then that would be for the best." With that, Kolev hung up the call.

At this moment, the people of Tokyo living in buildings on the ground are still sound asleep: no one is aware of what is happening dozens of meters below their feet.

what

Chapter 92, Section 92: It turns out even idiots can catch a cold.

Noon the next day.

"Well……"

I feel a little dizzy.

My throat feels a little dry...

This is Honoka Kousaka's most pressing feeling right now.

"Hey, Umi..." Honoka slumped weakly on the table, looking at Sonoda Umi sitting in front of her, "Do I have a cold?"

"A cold... of all times, it had to come at this time." Looking at Honoka's listless face, Sonoda Umi shook her head helplessly. "Didn't you say idiots don't catch colds?"

"...So!" Honoka suddenly became excited, propping herself up with her hands. "This way, the fact that I'm not stupid for catching a cold can be proven, right?"

"Unfortunately, that's not possible at all." Umi chuckled.

However, if someone still has the energy to joke around, it means the situation isn't that serious.

"I'll buy you some special medicine after school," Haiwei said after thinking for a moment. "Don't practice for the next few days, just rest well until your symptoms disappear. It would be very troublesome if your condition suddenly worsens before the competition."