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

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Instead, it reflected countless chaotic, fragmented, yet incredibly clear images of the future, shimmering like crystal shards.

The next second, Saeko Busujima, triggered by the alarm, instinctively unleashed a fierce slash aimed directly at her face.

The next second, Kato Megumi was about to throw that inconspicuous pebble, meant to cause trouble, from the shadow of the billboard behind her.

She saw the movement of the wind, the trajectory of the dust, and the cause and effect and trajectory of everything happening and about to happen in this world.

"I see."

She looked at the ridiculous attack before her and chuckled softly.

With a swift movement, he effortlessly dodged the combined attack of the two men, moving with an unbelievable and unpredictable gait, like an elf strolling through a raging torrent.

Saeko's blade was only 0.01 millimeters away from her throat.

Hui's pebble flew past her ear, only lifting a few strands of black hair.

"This is……"

She stood in the center of the safe zone, turned around and looked at the two girls who were incredulous because their attack had missed, and gave them an elegant smile that was as if she were an omniscient and omnipotent god, full of compassion and pity.

"Your future." (End)

Chapter 163 The Future That Was Seen Through

"This is your future."

The moment Kurumi's whisper, filled with the meaning of a divine declaration, rang out like a final verdict.

This battle, which was originally evenly matched, instantly lost all suspense and turned into a one-sided performance full of mockery and manipulation.

"drink.".

Saeko Busujima shouted, suppressing the ominous premonition that had risen in her heart because of the other party's words.

She doesn't believe in evil.

As a swordswoman who has honed her swordsmanship to the pinnacle of mortal skill, she only believes in the sword in her hand and not in any vague or uncertain destiny.

She brought her swordsmanship, which had already surpassed human limits, to an unprecedented level.

In a single second, he unleashed thirteen slashes, each a waterfall of light, a sword net like a prison. Each slash contained a different variation, sealing off all possible escape routes for Kurumi; it was an impenetrable cage of death constructed from pure skill.

It didn't work.

Still useless.

Kurumi didn't even use the acceleration from [First Bullet] anymore.

She moved with incredible grace and composure, as if strolling leisurely in her own backyard, darting through the deadly net of blades capable of instantly slicing steel to shreds.

Every turn, every lowering of the head, every lifting of the foot—all these movements, with an almost artistic, minimal range of motion, allowed him to traverse the dense, rain-like gaps between the blades with perfect precision.

The sharp blade grazed her nose countless times, sliced through her hair, and even severed a few strands of her black hair.

But he just couldn't actually touch her body even a little bit.

That didn't feel like dodging.

It's more like... she knew it from the very beginning.

She knew from what angle, at what speed, and with what changes Saeko's next strike would come. Then, she prepared the most effortless and perfect countermeasure in advance.

It's like a top dancer performing a magnificent dance of death with a partner who knows all the steps by heart.

"monster……"

Looking at the woman before her who seemed to be able to foresee the future, Saeko couldn't help but feel a slight wavering in her rock-solid swordsman's resolve.

Her sword could no longer catch up with the enemy.

Meanwhile, Kato Megumi's harassment has become a complete joke.

Using her god-like ability to erase her presence, she appeared silently in one blind spot after another, like a true ghost, attempting to interfere in various unexpected ways.

Snapped.

A brick she had just thrown from behind to distract the other party was smashed into countless fragments by Kurumi without even turning her head, without even getting close to her body.

The movement was as casual as shooing away an annoying fly.

“Alaaa…”

Kurumi even had the leisure to turn around and give the ghost girl, who was still in a throwing posture with a bewildered expression, a smile that said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"You too."

At that moment, Kato Megumi realized what it meant to "before absolute observational ability, any act of stealth is meaningless."

……

Downstairs, in the command center.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at the monitor screen at the chain of traps she had painstakingly set up, only to have Kurumi, with an air of prophecy, bypass them one by one, and even stop to "admire" them with great interest. She bit her moist cherry lips in frustration.

"hateful……"

"It feels like I painstakingly wrote a script full of twists and turns and suspense, only to have the actors receive the final ending before they even get on stage."

"How can we act like this?"

……

"it's over. ...... "

Finally, after completely manipulating Saeko and Megumi, Kurumi seemed to have grown tired of this predictable game.

She seized upon a tiny, less than 0.01-second lapse in Saeko's composure due to exhaustion and mental turmoil.

The short gun in his hand, at an extremely tricky and unbelievable angle, pierced through the seemingly flawless sword net in an instant, like a venomous snake, and accurately pressed against Saeko's snow-white and slender neck, where faint traces of fragrant sweat from the intense exercise remained.

"I've got the general, Miss Swordsman."

"..."

Saeko Busujima remained silent.

She could feel the cold, deadly touch of the gun barrel against her neck.

She lost.

The defeat was inevitable and convincing.

Faced with the absolute law of cause and effect that allows us to see the future, any acquired skills seem so pale and powerless.

……

After completely dismantling everyone's offensive, Kurumi slowly raised her head.

She cast her triumphant, composed, and pleased gaze upon the man who had stood atop the highest building since the start of the battle, observing the situation with the detached indifference like a statue.

3.2

—Su Chen.

She stuck out her pink little tongue and gently licked the corner of her mouth, revealing a morbid smile full of smugness and hunger on her face.

It was as if he were looking at a top-quality dessert that he was about to enjoy.

“Alaaa…”

"Mr. Su Chen."

"Your companions seem to be failing."

"Did you see it?"

"This is their destined defeat, a fate they cannot change."

She paused, her voice becoming alluring and expectant, as if inviting him to a feast of death.

"Then what happens next..."

"Isn't it your turn?"

Chapter 164 The Overbearing Nature of the Crimson King

"Isn't it your turn?"

Kurumi's triumphant declaration echoed slowly in the silent night sky, shrouded in a dark red canopy.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible hammer, shattering the last shred of hope in everyone's hearts.

She has completely taken control of the battle.

To everyone else, Saeko Busujima, a swordswoman powerful enough to sever all concepts, was kneeling amidst the ruins, using the scabbard of the sword [Murata] to support her unyielding body.

Her body was covered with scorch marks from bullets, and every breath she took brought excruciating pain. Her purple eyes, which were always full of fighting spirit, were now filled with a gloom called "powerlessness."

She was manipulated at will by Kurumi's prophetic "future vision".

Every time she launched a surprise attack, no matter how tricky the angle or how perfect the timing, it was as if she was deliberately running into the muzzle of a gun that was already waiting for her in the future.

Ultimately, exhausted from this doomed attack, they were defeated.

Meanwhile, the elusive assassin, Kato 19, who appeared and disappeared like a ghost on the battlefield, was also completely seen through by her using the same prediction.

Her figure was forced out of the shadows, and having lost her greatest threat, she could only lean silently against a broken stone pillar. Her usually calm brown eyes were now filled with deep confusion and apprehension.

Downstairs, the chain of traps meticulously set up by Yukino and Utaha, which could have dragged an entire army into a quagmire, became laughable, clearly visible road signs in the face of her map-wide cheating ability.

She didn't even trigger them; she simply gracefully avoided them.

"..."

On the roof.

Su Chen looked down at the Time Witch below, who already considered him hers, and listened to her arrogant declaration filled with a sense of destiny. Suddenly, he laughed.

His laughter was contemptuous and cold.

"destiny?"

He slowly straightened up from the railing on the rooftop.

Then, under the gazes of everyone filled with shock and bewilderment.

He made a move that made everyone's heart stop.

He took a step towards the tens of meters above the ground below.

Without a running start or any special abilities, it was as if he had simply crossed an invisible threshold on flat ground.

His body, like a black feather unbound by gravity, traced an elegant yet resolute arc in the air before slowly landing in the center of the already ravaged battlefield below.

Not a speck of dust even appeared on his body.

"I've never believed in that kind of thing..."

He slowly raised his head and looked at the girl in mid-air, whose brows were slightly furrowed because of his provocative action.

"Something whose script has been written by someone else."

"Really..."

He muttered a sigh of resignation to himself.

There are always people who like to talk about mystical topics like "fate" in front of me.

'If you didn't know better, you'd think this was the set of Fate.'

……

"Oh?"

Kurumi looked at the man who had walked into her killing range, and a greater interest flashed in her wine-red eyes that reflected the future.

"Mr. Su Chen, are you trying to show me your meaningless courage?"