Anime Crossover: I, the Shadow King, slaughter my way through DanMachi!

Crossover Anime: I, the Shadow King, slaughter my way through Danmaku! Author: Ferry of Time

Ying Ping transmigrated to the world of Mirage and obtained the Shadow King upgrade panel.

Is LV7 Mighty Otto the strongest in Orario?

Now that I'm already LV20, how should you deal with this?

Furthermore, after defeating monsters and completing missions, you can obtain various powerful skills and travel to other worlds.

Konosuba, Genshin Impact, Demon Slayer, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, Re:Zero, Overlord of the Undead...

Sword Saint Reinhard: I'm sorry, I couldn't get Lord Shadow to use his full strength.

The Ruler of Death, Rona: Hey you, Aqua, don't come any closer!

Hestia: Hey, Yingping is mine, you're not allowed to take him!

Kokkoro: As expected of the Road Roller Sama!

Ainz Ooal Gown: What? I'm fighting Shadow?

Chapter 1 Please, Hestia!

Labyrinth City, Orario.

Northwest Street is also known as the "Adventurer's Street".

This place houses the headquarters of the Adventurers' Guild, as well as numerous general stores, item shops, inns, and other shops.

On one of the busiest sidewalks.

At a stall specializing in fried potato balls, three layers of onlookers were gathered, watching the spectacle unfold.

"Please, without Hestia, I..."

An ordinary-looking black-haired youth was clinging tightly to the delicate arm of the loli goddess, pleading desperately.

His name is Ying Ping, and he is a time traveler from Earth.

After transmigrating, he was bound to a system called Shadow King.

Having a cheat code is certainly a good thing.

But the tricky part is...

This system even requires him to become a member of a deity's kin, and can only be officially activated after receiving 'divine grace'.

This proved to be a real challenge for Ying Ping.

After all, he is now just an ordinary person, without any extraordinary abilities or talents.

In addition, this body is almost thirty years old.

Anyone who looks at him will think he has no potential for development, so no respectable large clan would be willing to take him in.

Yingping was unwilling to casually seek out any god to become his follower, and even less willing to seek out a male god.

So he inquired everywhere to see if any goddesses of minor clans were willing to take people in.

Unsurprisingly, they found Hestia, the virgin goddess who controls the hearth.

However, Hestia, for various reasons, seemed to have no intention of taking him in.

“ha! na! sei!”

"I've already said I have no intention of recruiting any clans!"

Hestia, wearing an apron to work, turned around angrily.

Her voice was sweet and innocent, and she symbolically waved her little hand.

"What do I have to do to get you to take me in?!"

"I'm willing to do anything that I can!"

Yingping became agitated and increased his output.

"What...what strange things are you saying?!"

Hestia blushed and tried to pull the apron out of Yingping's hands.

The crowd burst into laughter.

A drunken dwarf adventurer whistled, "Say yes, my fallen goddess!"

"Exactly! It's rare to see a member of your clan so devoted to you!"

He must have fallen in love with you!

Several Amazonian warriors who were passing by joined in the commotion.

Seeing this, Ying Ping immediately pressed his advantage, even spreading his arms wide and shouting exaggeratedly, "Lady Hestia! Even if you tell me 'I hate you the most,' I will not change my mind!"

No matter how many times you reject me, I will keep going!

Sincerity is always the ultimate weapon.

"Ahhh! Stop talking!"

Hestia's face turned so red it could bleed.

She glanced around frantically at the growing crowd, then suddenly grabbed Yingping's wrist. "Come with me!"

After being dragged through three alleys, Yingping was finally thrown in front of a brick wall covered with moss.

Hestia stood on her tiptoes with her hands on her hips, pouting – even then she could barely look Yingping straight in the eye.

"What on earth do you want to do!"

"I've clearly rejected you several times these past few days!"

Her beautiful blue eyes flashed with annoyance and embarrassment: "Orario has so many powerful kin! Why are you bothering me?"

Yingping rubbed his wrist, which had been pinched red, and suddenly became serious: Because you are the most special person to me.

"Huh? Special?"

Hestia blinked, unable to find any reason to refute Ying Ping for a moment.

"Other gods wouldn't need someone like me who seems useless and can't even find a job."

"Their clans either only recruit elites or are only interested in interesting humans."

Unfortunately, I am neither an elite nor an interesting person.

Ying Ping looked directly into Hestia's eyes and said sincerely, "Only you, Hestia, for some reason, the moment I saw you, so many things came to mind."

"Your existence makes me realize that this world has infinite possibilities."

"Then I realized that I can't live without you."

"Please, Hestia, give me a chance to become your kin."

"I promise I won't let you down. Once I become an adventurer, I'll take care of you!"

These sincere words made Hestia feel embarrassed.

Her toes unconsciously traced circles on the ground as she fidgeted, saying shyly, "You...you're such a strange person..."

"I swear."

Yingping suddenly knelt on one knee, mimicking a knight's salute.

"No matter what happens, I will never betray you."

The alley suddenly fell silent.

Humans cannot lie before the gods.

Hestia could sense that every word the black-haired youth in front of her spoke was true and came from the bottom of his heart.

The blue ribbons of Hestia swayed gently in the breeze.

She lowered her head, her voice barely audible: "...I just can't do anything with you."

"Since you've put it this way, I can't refuse you anymore."

"But as you can see, I am a very poor goddess."

"Aside from giving you the most basic divine grace, I can't offer you any substantial help."

"My clan doesn't even have a decent base, let alone the equipment and funds to provide you for your journey to the dungeon."

Seeing Hestia's tone soften, Yingping was overjoyed.

"This has absolutely nothing to do with us!"

"It is enough that Hestia can give me the grace of God!"

Yingping's voice echoed in the alley. He excitedly grabbed Hestia's shoulder, his eyes suddenly shining brightly.

"I'll go to the dungeon and defeat the monsters! I'll earn tons and tons of fali!"

He gestured wildly, "Hestia, you won't have to work selling fries anymore! You won't have to suffer from the greasy smell of fries in your hair! You won't have to—"

"wait wait wait!"

Hestia hurriedly covered Yingping's mouth, her cheeks flushed. "Whose hair smells like fries?! I wash it properly every day—"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly realized that this action had brought their noses almost touching, creating a rather intimate atmosphere.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the alley, casting dappled patterns of light on Yingping's sharply defined face.

She has a very ordinary-looking face.

But those obsidian-like eyes were filled with a burning passion that she found hard to refuse.

Time seemed to stand still.

"Pfft-"

Hestia suddenly laughed out loud, and when she let go, Ying Ping's warm breath still lingered on her fingertips.

She turned her back to adjust her apron, the blue ribbon swaying gently in the wind: "Honestly... you're so weak right now you can't even beat an ant in the dungeon, yet you're spouting nonsense about taking care of me..."

"No way! After receiving this blessing, I will definitely become super strong!"

Ying Ping was about to swear another oath when Hestia suddenly turned around—

With a sweet, honey-like fragrance, the petite, loli goddess suddenly threw herself into his arms.

"Okay, okay, I know you're a good kid~"

Hestia stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The tuft of hair on the top of her head brushed against Yingping's chin, the soft touch coming through the thin shirt, making Yingping freeze like a statue.

What a pity.

A single, sexually repressed man in his late thirties has never enjoyed such treatment.

"But~"

Hestia's voice was close to my ear, warm with her breath: "Since I'm your chief god, it's not right to let you bear all the pressure alone..."

"...I'll be laughed at by the other gods!"

She suddenly rubbed Yingping's head hard, like a mother comforting a child.

Upon hearing this, Yingping felt his eyes well up with tears for some reason.

In this world...

I can't believe there's such a lovely girl who's willing to be understanding and care about my feelings!

She is worthy of being a goddess!

"Hestia....."

Yingping trembled as he tightened his arms, completely enveloping the petite goddess in his embrace.

Hestia smelled of crispy potato balls, the refreshing scent of soap, and a certain divine, warm, sweet aroma, like honey roasted by a furnace.

This is even more blissful than the taste of heaven...