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

Finally, his gaze fell on the security captain, Yamamoto, who was still holding his gun and was completely terrified.

"you……"

Yamamoto's lips trembled, just as he was about to say something.

For example, begging for mercy, or making threats with a fierce exterior but a weak interior.

But Su Chen clearly had no interest in listening to his nonsense.

"Noisy."

He only said two words.

Then, his figure flashed.

Before anyone could react, he had appeared in front of Yamamoto as if by teleportation.

Yamamoto didn't even have time to pull the trigger.

A foot wearing a casual shoe rapidly magnified in his pupils.

boom!

There was a muffled sound.

Yamamoto's body, weighing over 180 pounds, was sent flying backwards as if he had been hit by a speeding truck!

He slammed against the wall behind him like a tattered sack, then slid to the ground, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

The pistol he treasured drew an arc in the air and was caught steadily in Su Chen's hand.

Su Chen weighed the iron lump in his hand, then looked at his subordinates who were already terrified, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Then, in a calm, almost cold tone, he announced the new rules to all the survivors in the hall.

"Now, I'm in charge here."

"obey."

"or……"

He paused, then casually tossed the still-warm pistol onto the ground with a crisp clang.

"……leave."

There were no unnecessary threats, nor lengthy speeches.

It's just the simplest and most direct multiple-choice question.

The entire hall was completely silent.

leave?

Leaving this hard-won, sturdy tortoise shell and returning to that monster-infested, hellish city?

No one is stupid.

After a brief silence, one, two... all the survivors silently lowered their heads, which had been proud or hesitant.

Their silence signified their submission.

Yukino and Utaha watched this scene with complicated expressions.

This man...

He not only possesses godlike destructive power.

Furthermore, they possess the ability to control people's hearts, much like a demon king.

Just then, a calm yet respectful voice broke the oppressive atmosphere.

"that……"

Mai Sakurajima stepped out from the crowd.

She first patted Sagiri's shoulder reassuringly, who was still hiding behind Su Chen, before walking up to Su Chen and bowing deeply to him.

"Thank you for saving us."

Her voice was sincere and genuine.

There was not a trace of hypocrisy or affectation.

He truly deserves to be called a national idol; his courage and demeanor are far beyond what ordinary people can match.

Su Chen looked at her.

The girl in front of me was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, but she still couldn't hide her extraordinary temperament.

Because of the earlier commotion, her shirt collar was slightly disheveled, revealing her beautifully shaped and fair collarbone.

A few playful strands of black hair clung to her smooth forehead, which was slightly sweaty from nervousness.

Far from being disheveled, it added a thrilling and unique charm.

Su Chen's gaze did not linger on her flawless face for long.

Instead, it landed near her collarbone, which appeared even more defined and fair due to her bowing.

There, a bit of dust had been kicked up when the roadblock was knocked aside.

"Senior."

Su Chen spoke up.

"Hmm?" Mai Sakurajima straightened up and looked at him with some confusion.

Then she saw the man in front of her slowly extend his right hand.

In that instant, Mai-senpai's body tensed up instinctively!

A barely perceptible hint of wariness flashed in her beautiful eyes.

What does he want to do?

However, Su Chen's hand did not make any outrageous moves.

His fingers stopped a centimeter away from her skin.

Then, with an extremely gentle, even "gentlemanly" gesture, he lightly flicked away the tiny speck of dust from her collarbone with his fingertips.

"This place is dirty."

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly.

In a voice only the two of them could hear, carrying a subtle, magnetic, and ambiguous tone, he whispered in her ear:

"Also, senior, don't be shy."

"Your gratitude..."

His breath tickled her earlobe slightly.

"...I have already accepted it."

That moment.

Mai Sakurajima's body trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Chapter Eighteen: Izumi Sagiri's "Thank You Gift"

Su Chen established the dominant position.

The entire first-floor lobby was temporarily enveloped in an eerie silence.

Under his orders, the survivors began to reinforce the roadblocks and take inventory of supplies.

Yukino and Utaha, along with Yui, went to check the other floors of the building to identify potential dangers.

Mai Sakurajima took the initiative to soothe people's hearts, and her approachable charm as a national idol worked wonders in this situation.

The entire team, like a newly assembled machine, began to operate haltingly.

Su Chen did not interfere too much in the specific matters.

A qualified leader only needs to set the rules and then delegate the professional tasks to the professionals.

His gaze fell on the most inconspicuous corner of the hall.

There, a silver-haired girl wearing a green tracksuit was curled up in a ball, hugging a graphics tablet that was bigger than her head.

Izumi Sagiri.

She's been hiding there ever since, like a frightened little animal trying to burrow into its shell.

If Su Chen's perception hadn't been far beyond that of ordinary people, they probably would have overlooked her existence.

Su Chen thought for a moment, then took out the sketchbook with monster illustrations from Eriri's backpack and walked over slowly.

He walked slowly, trying not to make too much noise.

Even so, when he approached, Izumi Sagiri, like a startled rabbit, suddenly raised her head, her beautiful blue-purple eyes instantly filled with vigilance and panic.

Instinctively, she wanted to shrink into the deeper shadows.

"Don't be afraid."

Su Chen stopped three steps away from her, deliberately maintaining a safe distance.

His voice was very gentle.

"I am not a bad guy."

This statement is not very convincing.

After all, just a few minutes ago, she had witnessed this man, who was "not a bad person," kick a security captain who was twice his size.

Su Chen didn't mind her stubborn attitude.

To deal with this extreme form of social anxiety, you need to use "professionalism" to start a conversation.

He waved the sketchbook in his hand.

"Could you please take a look at this?"

Sagiri's gaze fell on the sketchbook, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Without waiting for her reply, Su Chen opened his notebook and showed her the illustration of the "Shadow Monsters" drawn by Eriri.

“My partner drew it; he’s a beginner.”

Without changing his expression, Su Chen belittled a certain blonde twin-tailed genius artist as a "newbie".

"She said she always felt that the transition between the shadows and the solid parts of this thing wasn't drawn naturally enough, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what the problem was."

"I don't know anything about drawing, so I'd like to ask you, the 'professional,' for advice."

The words "professional" are like a key, precisely striking the softest spot in Izumi Sagiri's heart.

Her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the painting.

With just one glance, her blue-violet eyes lit up slightly.

This painting...

The lines are precise, the composition is highly dynamic, and the use of light and shadow is masterful.

This is no newbie! This is clearly a professional-level pro!

but……

Her gaze eventually fell on the place Su Chen had mentioned.

"透 (tòu) means to see through."

A sound as soft as a mosquito's buzz came from her small face, which was mostly covered by a mask.

"Huh?" Su Chen pretended not to hear clearly and leaned forward slightly.

This action startled Sagiri, causing her to shrink back.

“There’s a problem with the perspective.” She mustered her courage and repeated herself, raising her voice slightly. “Shadows don’t have a fixed shape, so they shouldn’t be drawn using a solid perspective.”

"Oh..." Su Chen gave an "I see" look. "Then how should it be drawn?"

"It should use the techniques of 'gradient' and 'blurring' to express its non-material feel..."