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

This feeling was somewhat similar to what he experienced in that instant when he traveled through the DanMachi world.

The next second, Yingping's consciousness broke free from the chaos, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The sight that came into view stunned him instantly.

He was sitting in a slightly crowded but orderly carriage.

The seats are in warm colors, there are neat luggage racks overhead, and the regular, slight "clanging" sound of the train running on the tracks is in your ears.

The carriage swayed smoothly, and outside the window, fields and buildings, shrouded in a light drizzle, rushed past.

Fine water droplets kept hitting the car window, leaving winding streaks.

His own young and bewildered face was clearly reflected in the glass, as was the figure of the passenger next to him, who was looking down at his phone.

A familiar scent, carrying the coolness of air conditioning and a faint smell of disinfectant, filled my nostrils.

My fingertips touched the slightly rough fabric of the seat and the pure black cotton trench coat I was wearing.

real!

It was incredibly real, even chilling!

The touch, the smell, the sight...

All of this physical feedback clearly told him that this was by no means a simple dream, and it didn't even seem like an illusion based on his memories that Echidna could create!

"Am I... back?"

An unbelievable thought exploded in Ying Ping's mind like a thunderclap.

"Back to...the original world?"

Yingping subconsciously groped around on his body, his fingers touching a familiar hard object in his trouser pocket.

He quickly pulled it out—it was a black Android phone, with even a tiny scratch on the corner, exactly as he remembered it.

My heart is beating faster than usual.

He entered the unlock password from memory—

"Click."

The screen lit up immediately!

The lock screen was a regular Naruto wallpaper, but the time displayed at the top of the screen made his pupils suddenly contract—

【2016年6月15日，下午16：04

This date, this time...

A chilling coldness, mixed with a long-dormant rage, instantly shot up his spine.

Just then, a clear and standard Mandarin announcement came over the loudspeaker in the carriage:

"Attention passengers, the train is about to arrive at Jiujiang Station."

"Passengers alighting at Jiujiang Station, please prepare your belongings and disembark from the right-hand door in the direction of train travel..."

Jiujiang Station!

It was indeed this time and this place!

This is exactly the day he remembered when he traveled thousands of miles with great anticipation to meet his "girlfriend" with whom he had chatted happily online and poured out his heart, only to be met with cruel reality, deceived and humiliated, and his life took a sharp turn for the worse!

This day can be described as a turning point in his life!

Yingping took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.

He subconsciously clenched his fist, but a murderous glint still welled up in his eyes.

The terrifying magical power within him, capable of tearing apart the sky, shattering the earth, and surpassing even the destruction of a city, vanished without a trace.

The body reverted to that of an ordinary, merely somewhat strong young man.

However, when he concentrated on his thoughts, he discovered that the countless martial arts memories he had honed, the exquisite assassination techniques, and the precise grasp of the timing of battle were still clearly imprinted deep in his soul, like instinct.

"The power has disappeared... but the experience and knowledge remain."

Ying Ping muttered to himself, a cold smile curving his lips, "This... is more than enough, isn't it?"

He stood up, feeling the strange yet familiar heaviness of this long-lost body that belonged to the "past".

At the same time, I harbored an extremely complex and indescribable feeling—

A sense of disgust for the unbearable past, a mockery of the cruel twists of fate, and even more so, a chilling murderous intent to rewrite history with one's own hands.

He followed the other passengers who got up to get off the train and moved towards the door at the junction of the carriages.

Outside the window, the outline of Jiujiang Station's platform gradually became clear through the rain.

"This time..."

Ying Ping's eyes were sharp as knives, and he sneered inwardly, "Whether this place is an illusion or real, it's time for me to rewrite the new ending."

The rain outside the window seemed to be falling even harder, the cold rain blurring the car window, as if washing away his complex and indescribable state of mind.

This time, however, he was no longer the naive laborer filled with hope and ignorance, about to step into a trap.

In his eyes, all that remained was the enlightenment gained from experiencing life and death and seeing through the coldness of human nature.

"Bitch, and those scum...none of you will live!"

Chapter 140 Past Events and Revenge in Jiujiang [Please Subscribe!]

Yingping stood quietly in front of the exit of Jiujiang Railway Station, holding an umbrella.

A constant stream of people, the cacophony of announcements, the damp air thick with the smell of rain and dust...

All of this vividly reminded him that he seemed to have truly returned to this turning point in his life.

Just then, my phone vibrated, the screen lit up, and a message popped up on QQ.

[Mengjun: Wait for me at the exit, I'll be there soon~]

The sender's contact name was Mengjun, and their profile picture was a picture of Rem wearing a maid outfit with a gentle smile.

Upon seeing the profile picture and name, Yingping's eyes instantly turned icy cold, and a chilling smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah……"

He stared intently at the phone screen, his voice filled with disgust and sarcasm, "Someone as lowly as you... dares to use Rem's picture as your profile picture?"

In his heart, Rem is the girl who gave him unconditional loyalty and warmth in another world, representing purity and dedication, the best symbol of a girl.

Chen Mengjun, a gold-digging woman who exploits others' feelings to commit fraud and acts despicably, using Rem's image is simply blasphemous.

Ying replied expressionlessly: 【Okay.】

The other party quickly replied with an adorable Hakimi emoji, appearing very well-behaved.

Yingping stopped looking at it and instead opened the other person's profile.

Chen Mengjun's nickname is "Sweeter Than Your Girlfriend," and her personal signature consists of some affected and sentimental words.

He tried clicking into the other person's QQ space.

Sure enough, the space had access restrictions, requiring answers to questions or authorization from the owner to enter.

"It's the same old trick: feigning mystery and creating a simple, anime-like persona."

"Right now, I can smell the cheap green tea and the hypocrisy even through the screen."

Yingping chuckled and locked his phone.

He clearly remembers how, back then, he was foolish enough to be deceived by this seemingly sweet but actually empty pretense.

He put away his phone and, unlike in his memory, didn't stand foolishly in the rain at the exit waiting for someone.

He walked straight to a chain coffee shop next to the 310 train station that looked fairly clean.

In his past life, the last time he left Jiujiang, he went to this coffee shop.

Pushing open the glass door, the refreshing air conditioning dispelled the sweltering heat outside.

Yingping ordered a cappuccino and a Black Forest mousse cake, and found a quiet spot by the window to sit down.

Outside the window, the rain continued to fall, and the crowd in the square in front of the station looked like blurry silhouettes.

Yingping slowly stirred the milk foam on his coffee, scooped up cake with a small spoon, and took out his phone again to carefully browse his WeChat friend list, Moments updates, and various information in news apps.

His memory was incredibly clear—

The woman named Chen Mengjun said in the message that she would arrive soon, but he ended up waiting for her like a fool in the rain at the exit of the station for almost an hour!

Why was he so foolish and humble back then?

As Yingping scrolled through the chat history on his phone, he kept recalling the past while calmly analyzing his past self in his mind.

Chen Mengjun was not his first love, but she was the first female netizen to express her affection for him online and agree to "date" him.

Because the two are of similar age and share common interests—

From watching anime, discussing movies, and playing League of Legends together, we went from having pleasant conversations to gradually becoming able to talk about anything.

At that time, he was lonely and longed for recognition. He truly cherished the dream of a beautiful love and sincerely wanted to develop a long-distance relationship with her.

However, after their supposed relationship began, Chen Mengjun started asking him for money under various pretexts—

For example, they might be short of living expenses, hinting that they like a certain cosmetic or clothing item, needing a gift for a friend's birthday, or a family member being sick...

However, she always used the excuse that she was slow to warm up to people and needed time to keep her distance from him in real life, while showering him with compliments online.

The closest contact the two had was a brief handshake while crossing the street.

When his finances became strained and he began to feel exhausted by the relationship, unable to bear the one-sided devotion, he was met with harsh words and a direct block from Chen Mengjun.

At that moment, the overwhelming sense of betrayal and despair nearly broke him.

He was in so much pain that he tossed and turned all night, and even had more extreme thoughts...

Looking back on those days of living like a zombie, all that remains is self-contempt and disdain.

Later, after calming down a bit, his heart was filled with intense resentment and bitterness.

He spent a lot of money to find so-called detectives online to investigate Chen Mengjun's home address and everything else.

At that time, Yingping just wanted to know what kind of person the other party was.

When the investigation report arrived in his email, he was completely stunned—

Through interviews, it was discovered that Chen Mengjun already had boyfriends at school, and had even changed several.

There are dozens of pages of hotel booking records, as well as various frequent short-distance high-speed rail and flight records.

Then there are several prior criminal records involving suspected prostitution that have been handled by the police...

Countless scandals shattered the beautiful illusion he once held in his heart.

The affection and feelings of the past instantly transformed into raging anger and deep-seated hatred.

He did consider revenge at the time—

For example, they could spread this evidence to her school and her family, ruining her reputation.

But in the end, perhaps it was a lingering weakness, or perhaps it was the feeling that it wasn't worth defiling one's hands for such a scoundrel, or perhaps...

It was just that his youthful kindness (or perhaps cowardice) was at play; he chose to remain silent, burying it all deep in his heart, letting it become a slowly healing scar.

"When you're young, you don't know the value of firewood and rice; you can know a person's face but not their heart..."

Yingping put the last bite of cake into his mouth, and the sweet cream now carried a hint of spicy, bloody taste.

It turns out he was already experiencing internal heat.

"Fuck you, Chen Mengjun!"

He picked up his coffee, drank it all in one gulp, and then slammed it down on the table.

Then, Yingping opened his phone and saw a very intriguing chat log.

It was a man named Shen Yang who asked him to borrow money.

This Shen Yang is a friend of his childhood friend, but the two are not close at all; they only know each other because they are childhood friends.

Just two hours earlier, on the high-speed train before Yingping arrived in Jiujiang.

Shen Yang borrowed 500 yuan from him. Although it wasn't a large amount, he kept delaying the repayment for more than half a year.