Anime Crossover: Post-Apocalyptic Survival, My Stand is the World

"benefit."

"It's your turn."

"receive."

From the communicator came Kato Megumi's calm, even voice, as if she were simply agreeing to go downstairs to the convenience store to buy a bottle of soy sauce.

……

On the battlefield.

Kurumi was enjoying this artistic and extreme two-person dance.

"Oh my... Miss, it seems like you're running out of stamina?"

"Would you like to take a short break and have some tea? I can be very kind and turn back time to when you were at your peak."

However, at that moment, a very faint, almost imperceptible gust of wind, yet carrying a hint of mischief, swept in from her blind spot.

"Ok?"

Kurumi frowned slightly; her powerful sense of danger made her instinctively dodge to the side.

puff.

A handful of dry, rough sand flew past her cheek.

Even a few mischievous grains of sand got into her eyes, causing her beautiful wine-red right eye to squint uncontrollably and her vision to blur briefly.

"?"

Kurumi was stunned.

sand?

Where did the sand come from? How did it end up on this rooftop...?

"It's now!"

Saeko would not let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, this flaw bestowed by the gods, slip by.

With a sharp cry, the Murata in her hand transformed into a purple lightning bolt. Abandoning all defense, she charged straight for Kurumi's mid lane in a do-or-die manner.

"cut."

Kurumi cursed under her breath. Her blurred vision prevented her from dodging as easily as before, and she was forced to use her short gun to parry awkwardly.

Before she could even regain her footing...

call--

Another huge, white, unidentified object, full of life, came from another completely unexpected corner, accompanied by a whistling wind, and slammed hard towards the back of her head.

It is a fire extinguisher.

"Nani?"

Kurumi was completely dumbfounded.

Sand? Fire extinguisher?

Where did these underhanded and despicable things come from?

She could only awkwardly activate [First Bullet] again, narrowly avoiding this extremely unsportsmanlike sneak attack.

Then came bricks, Coke cans, and someone's smelly socks...

In an instant, the entire rooftop seemed to have become a death trap filled with hidden weapons.

A variety of imaginative, not very harmful but extremely insulting flying devices, coming from all directions in all sorts of cunning and bizarre ways.

The angle of thought, as if it had eyes, frantically beckoned towards Tokisaki Kurumi's already elegant and composed body.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Kurumi was completely enraged.

She had to deal with Saeko Busujima's increasingly fierce and seemingly reckless frontal attacks while also having to dodge those seemingly random and unpredictable scumbags.

Her already flawless waltz rhythm was completely disrupted at this moment.

He was flustered and made many mistakes.

The culprit behind all this, Megumi Kato, remains as dedicated as a ghost, constantly appearing and disappearing in every corner of the battlefield, using her elusive stealth abilities and an aura that seems to blend into the entire world.

She neither fights nor kills.

She silently turned everything she could find on the battlefield into weapons, relentlessly harassing this arrogant witch of time.

at last.

"caught you!"

In the moment when Kurumi once again created a huge opening while dodging a frying pan that flew from nowhere.

A glint flashed in Saeko Busujima's eyes.

With a sharp cry, she finally broke through the opponent's seemingly flawless defense with her Murata sword, slashing with all her might at Kurumi's short spear used for parrying.

Clang——

A tremendous, irresistible force came.

Kurumi's petite body flew backward uncontrollably, as if hit by a speeding truck, leaving a long trail on the rooftop.

Her exquisite antique short gun, unable to withstand the immense force, let out a crisp groan and flew out of her hand.

Chapter 162 The Future Vision of the Twelfth Bullet

"Huh...ha..."

Kurumi knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.

She kept her head down, her long, smooth black hair clinging to her pale cheeks with sweat, obscuring her expression.

A glistening drop of sweat trickled down the beautiful curve of her chin, splashing into a tiny water droplet on the dusty rooftop.

Her petite body trembled slightly after the fierce battle, as if she were exhausted and completely cornered.

"ended."

Saeko Busujima gave her no chance to catch her breath.

Her eyes were as cold as iron, her hands gripping the hilt of the Murata sword tightly. With the resolute posture of a swordsman, she approached the girl who seemed to have lost all ability to resist, step by step.

Every step was like the footsteps of death, measuring the life of the loser.

"Your time has come to an end."

Just as she was about to unleash the final, decisive blow.

The one who had been keeping her head down, seemingly resigned to her fate, slowly raised her head.

then.

"Pfft."

A suppressed chuckle escaped from her pale lips.

"Hehe...hehe."

"Hahaha--"

She smiled.

He laughed so hard he was shaking, bending over backwards, and tears were almost streaming down his face.

It was as if I had heard the funniest, most absurd joke in the world.

The laughter echoed across the deathly silent rooftop, filled with an indescribable eeriness and madness.

"?"

Saeko and Michiru, who had just appeared not far away, were both slightly taken aback by her bizarre and manic reaction.

Saeko's sword, which was about to be swung, involuntarily stopped in mid-air.

Is this guy... insane?

"It's really... outstanding."

Kurumi slowly stopped laughing. Looking at the two excellent prey who had driven her into such a miserable situation, she showed no panic or fear on her face, but instead revealed a pleasant smile.

"It's really outstanding."

"A human being who possesses unparalleled swordsmanship and has honed his skills to the extreme."

"A person who possesses stealth abilities that can even deceive gods, and whose presence is compressed to nothingness."

“The outstanding ones all make me unable to resist…” Her voice became somewhat hoarse and dangerous, and she unconsciously licked her dry lips with her tongue, “I want to devour you all, skin and bones, and completely consume all your ‘time’.”

"!"

A chilling coldness, like the most vicious curse, instantly crept up Saeko and Michiru's spines.

They then realized that in the woman's beautiful, wine-red right eye, there had never been a trace of defeat or despair.

It only shows an endless mockery of its prey and a morbid, deep-seated possessiveness.

"I didn't originally intend to use this tactic."

Kurumi slowly stood up from the ground, elegantly patting non-existent dust off her spirit dress, as if her disheveled appearance just now was merely a realistic performance.

"After all, it will consume the very precious 'time' that I've managed to save up from those lovely snacks over a long period of time..."

She extended her slender, jade-like index finger and gently tapped her temple.

"However, in order to express my respect for the artistic efforts of both of you."

She raised the old flintlock pistol and pointed the muzzle at her temple.

"Do it!"

In the command center at the rear.

The moment Yukino saw this action, her brain's processing speed instantly spiked to its limit, leading her to a terrifying conclusion.

She screamed at the top of her lungs and issued the highest level of alert through the communicator.

However, it's too late.

"【YudBet】".

Kurumi gently, as if whispering to a lover, pulled the trigger.

boom.

……

There were no explosions, and no flashy special effects.

There was only one muffled sound, a mournful wail that seemed to be the gears of fate slowly turning amidst wailing.

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That moment.

On Kurumi's left eye, which was covered by her long black bangs, a colossal, ancient golden clock, filled with the aura of destiny and time, suddenly appeared.

The hands of the clock began to spin wildly and irreversibly counterclockwise at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

10. 9. 8. 7.

……

Three. Two. One.

……

The moment the pointer finally stopped at the Roman numeral mark representing twelve.

A massive, vast, and terrifying force of causality, powerful enough to make the entire world's timeline tremble, erupted like a bursting dam.

... . ...

When Kurumi opened her eyes again, the world in her beautiful, wine-red right eye was no longer reality.