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

Her sharp mind, which had just been exhausted by all the schemes and plots in the meeting, felt even more aches.

She held her forehead, feeling utterly hopeless.

'So...cute.'

For some reason, Kaguya Shinomiya's catchphrase, which was full of magic, started playing uncontrollably in her mind.

'Perhaps... letting them live together and torment each other is the best option for the others in the base.'

Yukino, the epitome of absolute rationality, had for the first time a selfish and extremely irresponsible thought arise.

Chapter 183 New Members of Paradise

In the end, Yukino Yukinoshita granted Kaguya's small request, which was full of strategic intent.

Of course, the price was that, apart from their room, all the emergency exits and ventilation ducts in the corridors of the entire fifth floor, A and C sections, were blocked with at least three physical locks by Yukino using her almost absolutely rational logic.

The excuse given was, "To prevent certain young ladies with a habit of 'nighttime strolls' from 'accidentally' entering the wrong room, thereby causing unnecessary safety hazards."

After a series of actions, the black-haired young lady who originally wanted to use the pretext of "protecting the president" to launch a night raid completely gave up her idea.

……

In short, after a series of chaotic and disorganized adjustments...

All the new members who joined in the "330 Shinjuku Battle" have temporarily found their new place in this base that is becoming more and more like home.

……

"drink."

In a dojo specially set aside in the building, with brand-new tatami mats, Saeko Busujima was holding a wooden sword and solemnly instructing several equally energetic girls in the most basic kendo training.

The air was filled with the faint scent of sweat from the girls' hard training and the fresh grassy aroma of the new tatami mats.

"Yuigahama-kun, your sword-wielding posture is too soft, like waving a cheerleader's ribbon. You need to use the power of your waist. Imagine concentrating all your power on the tip of the blade, and then swinging it out in one go to cut through the air in front of you."

"Yes...yes! Saeko-sensei!"

"Hyoudou-kun, what are you doing? Don't slash your sword while adding background music to your movements."

"But, Saeko-san, this makes it more powerful. Look, 'thump thump thump thump,' doesn't it make my slashes sound more rock and roll?"

"..."

She has been officially appointed by Su Chen as the sole head instructor of the stronghold, responsible for the daily physical training and basic cold weapon instruction of all members.

Although most of the students were somewhat unreliable—one an energetic idiot, the other a rock-and-roll idiot—which often gave her a headache, a rare smile of fulfillment and satisfaction appeared on her usually calm and composed face.

……

"No, no, this chord is wrong."

"Your emotions aren't rock and roll enough, they're too 'idol' too sweet, they don't have that kind of anger that makes you give the middle finger to the damn world."

On the rooftop of the building, Michiru Hyodo, the chief artist, found her first and only student—her black-haired idol senior, Mai Sakurajima, who also shared a passion for music.

She was grimacing as she corrected Mai-senpai's electric guitar fingering, which, while technically correct, lacked soul.

"Come, Miss Mai, follow me."

"Imagine you are the black lightning about to tear this decaying night sky apart. Forget your idol status, forget smiling, forget all your skills."

"Then, roar with your soul."

"..."

Looking at the energetic girl in front of her who had completely entered rock teacher mode, Mai Sakurajima gave a gentle, wry smile full of helplessness and doting affection.

She seems to have found something more interesting than singing and dancing on stage.

Although this teacher's teaching method was more...abstract than any of the devilish producers she had ever encountered.

……

Meanwhile, the equally problem-child-like genius couple, Miyuki Shirogane and Kaguya Shinomiya, were unsurprisingly assigned to the Blank siblings' "Technical Department," euphemistically called interns.

"Idiot?! You."

From the throne room came Kong's roar, filled with disappointment and frustration.

"I asked you to optimize the warning logic of the 'Skynet' system to reduce the false alarm rate. I didn't ask you to add a cool startup animation with rose and champagne effects, just like the one for the student council president!"

"Well, I think a more ritualistic startup animation can help boost the morale of the operators..."

"Morale my ass... Do you think this is some kind of Super Robot Wars game? Our energy is precious; we can't waste it on this flashy but impractical stuff!"

"..."

"And you, Lady Shinomiya."

The empty cannon muzzle was then aimed at another girl who also looked innocent.

"I asked you to help organize the survivor database and categorize them by abilities and specialties. I didn't ask you to use the computing power of our precious quantum server to deduce boring topics like 'how to make the chairman look more handsome while drinking coffee'! We've done tens of thousands of deductions, and there's still no solution. Don't you think that's the biggest problem?"

"This is just a little bit of entertainment during the 'tea break'..."

"..."

Looking at the two brilliant interns in front of him, who were like hidden dragons and phoenixes, Kong felt his heart was so tired.

He finally understood the stomach pain Su Chen had felt when she was with them.

These two guys seem to have used all their intelligence on weird things related to romance.

……

As for the last and most special new member, Tokisaki Kurumi.

She became a mysterious and unique existence.

She doesn't need to participate in any work, nor does she need to follow any rules.

All she had to do was for 3.2 to be like the most loyal, yet most dangerous, shadow, following Su Chen around the clock.

While Su Chen was reading, she stood quietly in the shadows behind him, like a lifeless, beautiful gothic doll.

While Su Chen was eating, she stood by the table, looking at the man who had imprinted "shackles" on her soul with a complex and meaningful gaze.

No one knows what kind of agreement Su Chen reached with her.

No one dared to ask.

All they knew was that the Time Witch, who had once filled them with despair, had now become the exclusive weapon of their king.

A demonic sword with its own consciousness, beautiful yet deadly, capable of turning against its master at any moment.

Chapter 184 The Dawn Before the Storm

The threat to Shinjuku has been completely eliminated.

The enormous monster's lair that once loomed over Tokyo like a doomsday shadow has vanished.

The powerful, almost invincible Time Witch who had been entrenched in this place was also completely subdued by their king in a manner reminiscent of a demon king.

The entire stronghold was immersed in an unprecedented atmosphere of celebration, filled with victory and hope.

Everyone felt that they had won an epic victory through their wisdom and courage.

They can finally enjoy a peaceful, stable period of farming where they can sleep in late.

……

night.

The rooftop terrace of Building S.

Su Chen stood there quietly, looking down at his kingdom below.

The lights were on, and laughter filled the air.

Michiru Hyodo's impromptu concert, brimming with rock and roll energy and vitality, was in full swing in the square downstairs.

Her new song for the Shinjuku battle, "Crimson Emperor," is a melody full of youthful exuberance and passion, which resounds through the night sky amidst the roar of electric guitars.

The survivors gathered around the campfire, singing and dancing.

Yui Yuigahama was clumsily but happily distributing food and drinks to everyone, her face beaming with a warm smile that could heal everything.

The air was filled with the enticing aroma of the "victory celebration" prepared by the Nakiri sisters and Tohru.

Although Erina said, "This is just to avoid wasting those top-quality ingredients. As the God Tongue, I have an obligation to make them reach their full potential," the elaborate and intensely fragrant "Flame-grilled Matsusaka Beef" was undoubtedly her masterpiece, a product of her painstaking efforts.

Everyone was smiling.

Everyone is fully enjoying this hard-won peace and joy.

His paradise, the backyard he had always sought where he could take a peaceful afternoon nap, was beginning to take shape.

Perhaps... it wouldn't feel so bad to occasionally be a world-saving hero?

Thinking this, he even considered going down with them to drink a cup of "Dragon's Brew," brewed by Thor from otherworldly fruits, which was said to allow people to see dragons dancing.

however--

at this time.

"Su Chen."

An untimely voice, filled with anxiety and solemnity, suddenly rang out from the stairwell behind him, like a bucket of ice water poured over a warm bonfire party.

Su Chen frowned slightly.

He looked back.

The two siblings, who should have been in the throne room, enjoying potato chips and the fruits of their victory, suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The usual languor was gone from their faces, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

"problem occurs."

She ran up to him, panting, and said...

He was also holding a portable data tablet in his hand.

He handed the data panel to Su Chen, pointed to a huge, blinding red alert flashing continuously on the screen, and said in an extremely serious tone:

"Our 'Skynet' system just intercepted a distress signal from the direction of Yokohama, which was encrypted with the highest level of military technology."

"!"

Su Chen's eyes sharpened instantly.

He took the data panel.

On the screen, a highly unstable video, filled with static and interference, was playing with great difficulty.

The footage appears to be from the bridge of a futuristic warship, with constant explosions and piercing alarms in the background, and the entire camera is shaking violently.

In the center of the shot, the image of a white-haired woman, so beautiful she seemed unreal, appeared intermittently.

She had long, white hair as pure as moonlight and a pair of deep, sapphire-blue eyes that were both resolute and gentle.

She even wore a magnificent crown that exuded a regal aura.

She appeared to be seriously injured, with a trace of crimson blood still clinging to the corner of her mouth, adding a touch of tragic beauty to her pristine countenance.

But her gaze remained firm and unyielding, like a white lighthouse that would never fall in the midst of a storm.

She looked at the camera and, in a gentle voice, though weak, yet full of hope and determination, made her final request to this already dead world.

"This is... Rhodes Island..."

"We...we have been subjected to a saturation attack by an unknown force..."

"Request...to any surviving faction that can receive this signal..."

"support……"

Shila-

The video ends abruptly there.

They were completely plunged into a darkness filled with the aura of death.