A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

He turned to look at Qianyu: "Dad took them apart, sewed them back together, and created this hodgepodge."

Upon hearing these words, Qianyu stood rooted to the spot, something snapping shut in her mind.

This premise, which he had accepted since the first day he transmigrated, finally found a self-consistent explanation.

Chiba finally understood.

No wonder I encountered Yukino, Eriri, and Hachiman, characters from different slice-of-life anime, at Sakigawa High School.

It's not because the world is inherently like this, but because some madman of creator crammed completely different channels into the same television set.

So while Hachiman Hikigaya was struggling with how to respond to the confession, Homura Akemi in the next district was endlessly seeking death in countless timelines.

So while Eriri was drawing the storyboard, the Holy Lord on the other side of the Earth was attempting to resurrect and restore his rule.

These storylines, which should never have intersected, were forcibly woven together onto the same canvas by external forces.

Qianyu suddenly remembered her biggest confusion when she first transmigrated: Why could she encounter completely different types of "plots" just by turning a corner in a normal modern city?

The answer was surprisingly simple.

Because this isn't a single world; it's dozens of worlds forcibly stitched together by this self-proclaimed will.

This explains why ordinary, weak characters from slice-of-life anime live in the same city as powerful, martial arts anime characters who can destroy the world at will, yet the world doesn't collapse on the first day.

Chapter 262 Cooperation of the World's Will

The fake father didn't urge him. He stood with his hands behind his back next to the base, looking at Qianyu as if he were waiting for a pot of tea to cool to a suitable temperature.

After a long while, when Qianyu finally gathered his chaotic thoughts into a clear main thread, he raised his head.

"So, what exactly is your purpose in going through all this trouble to drag me here?"

The fake old man pushed up his round-framed glasses, his expression changing from watching the show to a slightly wistful one.

"You young man, you're always in such a rush," he said slowly, in his father's usual manner.

"Dad... no, I was originally watching you from behind the scenes. Whether it was making talismans, collecting Clow Cards, or raising venomous insects, I found it all quite interesting and had no intention of getting involved."

"Because I've always enjoyed being behind the scenes. If it weren't for the fact that you've been going a bit too far lately, I wouldn't have planned to show up in person at all."

Qianyu remained silent.

He knew which topic the other person was referring to.

Originally, I just wanted to use the cause-and-effect principle in history books to prevent problems before they occur and allow myself to continuously harvest positive energy and gain experience.

Who could have predicted that this unilateral approach of severing the balance of Yin and Yang would directly cause the vital energy to go out of control and run rampant?

"You used the Book of Time to sever the regenerative ability of the black energy from the perspective of causality." The fake old man's voice became more serious.

"This in itself isn't a big problem. The problem is that you only sealed off the dark energy, not the righteous energy. The yin is gone, but the yang is still rising. It's like a balance scale; you throw away all the weights on the left side, but the weights on the right side keep piling up."

"The forces of good and evil are indeed irreconcilable."

"But for maintaining the stability of my world, they are like two sides of a coin, interdependent and indispensable. If you cut off one side, the other side will naturally retaliate."

"I almost completely ruined this world that had been painstakingly pieced together. If I hadn't intervened personally, this experimental field would probably have been rendered useless."

"So you dragged me here today just to interrogate me?"

The fake father unexpectedly shook his head.

No, no, no, quite the opposite.

"Although you almost messed up the balance, I actually admire you a lot."

The fake old man said this with a smile, but his eyes, which held too much, didn't smile.

Qianyu's brow twitched.

The fake old man expressed his admiration without reservation, and even clapped twice in a pretentious manner.

"In pursuit of ultimate power, you can use those so-called 'protagonists' as breeding material for poisonous insects; in order to eliminate future troubles, you even dare to act recklessly in the annals of history. This kind of character with no bottom line and no means is just to my liking."

Qianyu's lips twitched.

"Are you praising me or subtly insulting me?"

"Do you really think I'm the kind of hot-blooded idiot who gets carried away by a few compliments?"

“Of course it’s a genuine compliment.” The fake old man’s face was all wrinkled from smiling. “You don’t need to feel uncomfortable. You and I are actually the same kind of people at heart. We are both the kind of madmen who are willing to trample on even the most basic laws for the sake of power and ambition.”

The air was silent for two seconds.

Qianyu pondered those words, sensing a slightly ominous meaning.

To be told "we are the same kind" by a creator-level being who has devoured a plane doesn't sound like a compliment at all.

"...Alright." Qianyu suppressed the subtle discomfort. "Since we're all foxes, let's stop with the ghost stories and just tell me what you want me to do."

The smile on the fake old man's face gradually faded, and his playful expression was instantly replaced by a deep solemnity.

“It’s simple.” It stared intently into Qianyu’s eyes. “I need your help.”

Qianyu was truly stunned.

He wasn't faking it; he was genuinely stunned.

This person is the will of the world.

It has assimilated both righteousness and darkness into tools, and history books are toys in its hands.

Someone of this caliber actually said, "You need my help?"

"Wait a moment."

Qianyu raised her hand to interrupt.

"Didn't you just say you're the absolute ruler of this world? You can merge different dimensions with a wave of your hand. What problem do you have that you can't even solve yourself, that you need to ask an ordinary person like me for help?"

The fake father sighed deeply.

The sigh was long and heavy, not at all like the sound of an omniscient and omnipotent being.

"The will of the world is also divided into different levels."

"In this world, I am indeed the sole ruler, that's for sure."

"The fake father raised a hand and gestured towards the top of his head. But in that endless multiverse, there lurk beings far more advanced and terrifying than myself."

He paused.

"Do you remember how righteous energy and dark energy became my tools?"

"Because they lost to me in the interdimensional battle."

"And by the same token, if one day I lose in the interdimensional struggle, I will be assimilated into a component of some world by a higher will, just like them."

The cosmic food chain.

These four words struck Qianyu's mind.

The law of the jungle applies not only to the biological world, but also to the interdimensional world.

The world's will devours the world's will; the winner takes everything, and the loser is left with nothing.

So…” Qianyu slowly began, “there’s also a knife hanging over your head?”

"Smart." The fake father nodded. "There are some guys I can't afford to mess with, at least not right now. I need to become stronger, devour more planes, to survive in that competition."

Chiba understood.

But there's still one thing he can't understand.

"Even so," Qianyu frowned, "what does this have to do with me? It's a battle between gods, how can I interfere? I can't even break your rules, how can I possibly deal with a monster that you can't handle?"

Seeing Qianyu's furrowed brows, the fake old man regained his confident demeanor and smiled with satisfaction.

"You underestimate yourself, Qianyu. Actually, without me even realizing it, you've already done me a huge favor."

Qianyu: "?"

The fake father slowly spoke, "Why do you think I can completely assimilate righteous energy and dark energy?"

"Those two old geezers lost to me in the interdimensional battle, but they stubbornly refused to be completely devoured. We were locked in a stalemate for a very long time, unable to break through that final, hard nut to crack."

"Until you appeared."

"You used the Rat Talisman from the Jackie Chan world to activate the Clow Cards from the Cardcaptor Sakura world. This caused two completely unrelated dimensions to intersect, and their causal laws were forced to become entangled with other dimensions."

"Every time you create a connection between different worldviews, the dimensional barriers that were originally separating them loosen a little. The more you stir things up, the bigger the cracks become, and the easier it is for me to truly integrate them into one."

Qianyu's pupils contracted.

He instantly realized that everything he had done during this period of time had been nothing more than serving as free labor for the world's will.

"So, your purpose in showing up today is...?"

"I'll let you keep doing it."

The fake old man reverted to his cheerful, old-fashioned face, spreading his hands out.

"Go ahead and do whatever you want from now on. The more cross-world projects you undertake, the deeper the integration between different dimensions will be, allowing me to assimilate more dimensions and bring more people into this wonderful family."

What do you think?

Chapter 263 Devouring the Luck of Others

"Continue to act as... a troublemaker?"

Kazama Chiba finally figured out the true intention of this higher-dimensional being's appearance.

He didn't lash out because he knew very well that with his current strength, he wasn't even qualified to overturn the table when facing this monster.

interest.

Only self-interest matters. This is the ironclad rule he learned from his two lifetimes.

Since we can't overturn the table, we can only sit at the table and continue talking.

What benefit would I get from helping you?

He got straight to the point.