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

He didn't like this feeling, he really disliked it.

In his vision, this migration was supposed to be a perfect armed march.

They will march over the ruins of Tokyo like kings surveying their territory, and finally raise their newfound banner before the castle called Avalon.

He can use [World] to pause time and freeze any unexpected moments that may occur.

He can use [King Crimson] to erase time and wipe away all the imperfections of the process.

He can even use the [Golden Experience] to create life and give this desolate wasteland a brand new future.

He should be omnipotent.

but……

He looked at the lifeless, steel corpse before him, resembling the skeleton of a prehistoric behemoth, but was powerless to do anything about it.

The "Golden Experience" can transform a tiny seed into a divine tree laden with golden fruit in just a few seconds. However, it cannot turn a broken stone back into a complete mountain.

It can create life, bestowing the miracle of "life." But it cannot repair inanimate objects or reverse the fate of "death."

This is his biggest weakness at present, and also the most intractable predicament.

……

"Empty. Little White."

Unlike the others, Yukino Yukinoshita did not succumb to despair. She was the first among everyone present to recover her composure from the violent explosion and the sudden turn of events. She immediately picked up the communicator and, in her cool yet undeniable voice, issued calm instructions.

"Immediately conduct a high-precision 3D model of the terrain around the broken bridge, scan the depth and width of the moats on both sides, and find all possible routes to bypass or build temporary passages."

"No."

However, what came through the communicator was Kong Na's voice, which was equally heavy and powerless.

"Yukino...it's no use."

On the data board, a high-precision 3D model, detailed down to every single brick, was generated in just a few seconds by Xiaobai.

"This suspension bridge was designed as the only land passage for security and privacy when the Imperial Hotel was first built. On both sides are artificial moats that are hundreds of meters deep and more than fifty meters wide. The terrain at the bottom of the moat... according to sonar detection, is very complex and may even contain unknown defensive facilities."

“Unless…” he paused, then spoke the cruelest reality in an almost desperate tone, “unless we can grow wings and fly there.”

"What about repairs?" Kasumigaoka Utaha asked, still unwilling to give up. She looked at the energetic former plumbers in the convoy. "Don't we have top-notch technicians? Can't we build a temporary bridge using the steel plates from those modified vehicles and the crane?"

"it's useless."

This time, the answer came from Xiaolin, a taciturn but absolutely authoritative office worker in the field of engineering.

She pushed up her thick glasses, looked at the enormous, broken bridge that seemed to have been cleaved in two by a god's axe, and slowly shook her head, her eyes filled with helplessness.

"The main load-bearing structure broke, and the explosion was so powerful that even the foundations of the bridge piers on both sides developed tiny cracks. This is no longer a problem that can be solved with simple repairs. Let alone the few steel plates we have now, even in peacetime, mobilizing the top engineering team with a full set of large equipment would take at least half a month to repair it."

"..."

"..."

One cruel reality after another, like buckets of ice water falling from the sky, mercilessly and completely extinguished the last embers of hope that had just been ignited in everyone's hearts after defeating a powerful enemy.

The entire convoy was plunged into an atmosphere of unprecedented, profound depression since the Great Migration.

Those ordinary survivors who had just been cheering for their new life were now silently bowing their heads, their eyes filled with confusion and despair.

Meanwhile, the garrison members who had been seriously wounded in the battle while protecting the convoy lay on makeshift stretchers, emitting painful, suppressed groans.

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Although their wounds had been temporarily stabilized by Yuigahama Yui's healing holy light, and their lives were no longer in danger.

But those hideous, grotesque scars, corroded by the acid, are like indelible marks, deeply etched on their bodies and in the hearts of everyone who sees them.

It was an irreparable scar called "imperfection".

……

Yukino Yukinoshita watched all of this.

Looking at those team members who might be left with lifelong disabilities because of protecting themselves.

....... ....

Looking at that suspension bridge, which had been ruthlessly destroyed and symbolized the future and hope of all of them.

Looking at that ideal land called Avalon, which seemed so close yet so far away.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up within her heart, which was always as calm and strong as a supercomputer, belonging to the queen.

'Why? ’

Why is it that even though we've tried so hard and made so many sacrifices, it still turned out like this?

'In this apocalypse, are we truly unworthy of even the slightest bit of perfection?'

……

Su Chen was also watching all of this.

He looked at the wounded and disappointed expressions on his companions' faces.

He listened to the suppressed, painful groans coming from inside the carriage.

He looked up again at the glaringly broken bridge, full of incompleteness and imperfection.

An extremely strong obsession, filled with displeasure and anger.

Like the oldest and most domineering demon king who had been sleeping deep within his soul, finally opening his eyes.

It surged wildly from the depths of his heart.

"wrong."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"The paradise I want."

"The home I want."

"There shouldn't be any scars."

"Whether it's a person or something else."

"It's still an object."

"Everything should be absolute."

"Perfect." (Next)

Chapter 193 Crazy Diamonds, Shining

boom--

In Su Chen's vast and boundless spiritual universe, which was already divided into three independent factions, an unprecedented and monstrous wave was unleashed. A magnificent and unbelievable cosmic explosion had begun.

That represents "time," burning like a golden sun, radiating supreme majesty—the [world].

That represents "fate," swirling like a crimson black hole, devouring all cause and effect—the Crimson King.

That represents "life," as brilliant as a golden planet, nurturing boundless vitality—the [Golden Experience].

At this moment, the three supreme emperor-level celestial bodies seemed to be summoned by something from a higher dimension, originating from Su Chen's deepest soul's obsession with "three, four, seven" and "perfection," as well as his purest will to "protect" his family behind him. They began to resonate and rotate at an unprecedented speed.

They are no longer isolated entities.

Golden power of time, crimson power of destiny, and also golden power of life.

Three immense forces, capable of distorting reality and overturning the laws of nature, surged forth from their respective celestial bodies like three galaxies of creation.

They attracted each other, collided with each other, and eventually intertwined and merged together in a way that was full of chaos and miracles.

In a chorus of indescribable, sacred sounds, as if from the very beginning of the universe.

A powerful Stand force, brimming with pure protection and healing, is like the gentlest savior, quietly born amidst the war and ruins of the three tyrants, suddenly awakening.

……

real world.

Su Chen slowly raised his head.

His dark eyes, which were already filled with anger and displeasure, were now completely filled with a warm, healing, and hopeful pinkish-blue holy light.

He looked at the world before him, a world full of scars, fractures, and imperfections.

He slowly extended his right hand, aiming it at the corpse lying silently on either side of the abyss, on the suspension bridge that had been broken in two.

hum-

A brand new Stand, brimming with explosive power and boundless gentleness, its entire body adorned with a beautiful pink and blue hue reminiscent of the dawn, appeared behind him like a guardian deity.

Its body, like a hero sculpture in ancient Greek mythology, was created by the greatest sculptor with painstaking effort. Every inch of its muscles is full of explosive power, yet it exudes an indescribable, gentle beauty.

Its body was covered with pink armor shaped like a heart.

What should have been a somewhat ridiculous symbol, in fact, conveyed a pure determination to give everything to protect what was important.

【Crazy Diamond】

That great being, born solely to protect everything he cares about, possessing the gentlest fist in the world.

He was summoned to the stage at this moment.

"Dula la la la la la la la la—"

Accompanied by a unique and vibrant shout, full of youthful energy, seemingly venting some indescribable anger and tenderness.

【Crazy Diamond】His fists, brimming with explosive power, instantly transformed into a dense, dazzling, and violent afterimage, like a pink and blue meteor shower, slamming heavily onto the already broken suspension bridge.

"!"

"Su Chenjun? What are you doing?"

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at his inexplicable behavior, and a look of shock appeared on her pretty face.

In her view, Su Chen's behavior was tantamount to desecrating a corpse.

However, the next second.

A physics-based miracle occurred, one that would make all the scientists (Alice), the gamer (Blank), and the God Tongue (Erina) present kneel down and devoutly kiss the ground beneath Su Chen's feet.

The countless punches unleashed by Crazy Diamond did not cause even the slightest secondary damage to the already shattered bridge.

Quite the opposite.

In a burst of dazzling, almost blinding pinkish-blue light.

Those broken, twisted steel bars, and the rocks scattered on both sides of the abyss.

The tiny, inconspicuous screws and parts had long been blown hundreds of meters away.

Everything seemed to have been forcibly rewound by an invisible hand of God.

They do so in an inconceivable way that defies all common sense.

As if they had come to life, they leaped and cheered, transforming into streaks of light that flew back from all directions, recombining, repairing, and piecing themselves back together.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The whole world is quiet.

The wind stopped.

The distant roars of the monsters disappeared.

Only that miraculous, pinkish-blue light remained, shining silently.

3.2

Everyone stared in disbelief.

Looking at the Bridge of Hope, bathed in pink and blue light, rapidly recovering as if time had reversed, my mind went completely blank.

"Wow……"