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

The roar of the void and the defiant rebuttal of Kaguya-sama, interspersed with Shiro's occasional precise and ethereal witty remarks, formed a symphony of efficiency and chaos, belonging to geniuses.

The second basement level, number 19, is a training ground for the Ministry of National Defense, converted from a luxurious banquet hall.

Saeko Busujima was leading a team of equally energetic guards in basic nighttime surveillance and coordinated combat training.

They were agile and had sharp eyes.

The resounding slogans and the crisp sound of wooden knives clashing echoed in the spacious hall, filling it with a reassuring sense of power.

On the top floor, there is the aerial garden experimental field that Erina named "Shennong".

The Nakiri sisters and their loyal secretary Hisako, the three goddesses of agriculture, were still giving the divine crops, which had just sprouted from the ground and were bathed in golden light, their final nighttime care.

The faint golden light, brimming with vitality, illuminated their exquisitely beautiful faces as they focused on their work, making them appear holy, like goddesses of harvest from mythology.

……

Su Chen looked at this thriving scene, full of vitality and energy.

Looking at each and every one of my family members, each fulfilling their duties and striving for their shared home.

What he established appears to be more than just a simple survivor outpost.

Instead, it is a rapidly evolving, infinitely possible... miniature civilization.

However, when he inspected the first floor, which was also a brightly lit but somewhat eerie residential area, he found...

His keen intuition, however, detected a discordant note.

There was no arguing, and no crying.

All that remained was a deathly, chilling silence.

The ordinary survivors who were rescued from the apocalyptic hell no longer worry about food or safety.

But their faces, which should have been filled with the joy of surviving a disaster, showed no smiles whatsoever.

It's just the deepest, most hollow numbness.

A middle-aged man is holding a family photo that has long since yellowed. In the photo, his young wife and lovely daughter are smiling radiantly.

With his rough fingers, he stroked that already cold smiling face again and again, silently shedding tears.

A young girl was wiping an old, long-discontinued watch with the corner of her clothes over and over again.

That was the only keepsake her lover left her.

Others simply sit there, motionless, staring blankly at the ceiling, like soulless zombies.

……

"see it?"

A pleasant voice, full of clarity and understanding, slowly rose behind him.

It's Sakurajima Mai.

She had somehow appeared behind him, holding two steaming cups of herbal tea with a calming aroma.

Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable heaviness.

"This is the price of peace."

"The price?" Su Chen frowned.

"Ah."

Mai nodded and handed him a cup of herbal tea.

She looked at the survivors, who were immersed in their own sorrow and unable to extricate themselves, and a hint of pity flashed in her beautiful eyes, which were always full of gentleness.

“When people no longer have to struggle to survive, they will begin to have time to reminisce.”

"Remember everything they lost in the apocalypse."

"Family, friends, lovers..."

"And that old world, full of laughter and joy, which we can never go back to."

“This spiritual emptiness and pain,” she paused, then said in a hoarse voice filled with helplessness, “is something that no amount of food or security can compensate for.”

"..."

"..."

Su Chen fell silent.

He looked at the faces before him, faces filled with numbness and sorrow.

For the first time, he realized that his seemingly perfect utopia was missing something crucial.

He gave them life, but he didn't give them a reason to "live on."

"Su Chenjun".

Mai Sakurajima looked at his furrowed brows and his heavy, self-reproachful eyes.

She slowly reached out and gently grasped his cold, blood-stained hand.

With her gentlest voice, she uttered the final answer.

“Our home, our Avalon, still needs something.”

"..."

"Something that can bring smiles back to everyone's faces."

"Something that can completely free them from the nightmares of the past."

"Hope and entertainment."

Chapter 200 The Call of the Rabbit House

"Hope and entertainment."

The moment Mai Sakurajima's gentle words, full of healing and wisdom, echoed on the quiet rooftop like a spring breeze caressing a lake.

Su Chen's thoughts, which had been somewhat stuck in a rut, suddenly became clear.

Yes.

He kept thinking about how to keep everyone alive.

He pondered food, security, strategy, the future... these grand yet cold questions that belonged to the king.

However, they overlooked a more important issue.

That is, how to make everyone "live like a human being".

"I understand."

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him who always managed to enlighten him in the gentlest way at the most crucial moments, Su Chen revealed a sincere smile full of gratitude and trust.

He released the hand that was tightly gripping the hempen robe, and instead, with a gesture full of solemnity and respect, gently took her hand, like an ancient monarch bestowing a title upon his most trusted minister.

"Thank you, Mai."

……

The next day, early in the morning.

"Skynet" command center.

Su Chen issued a brand new task to the "Commander-in-Chief," who still had heavy dark circles under his eyes, a Pocky stick in his mouth, and was directing Kaguya and Shirogane to fix a piece of redundant code.

"null."

“Search for any possible survivor signals related to ‘entertainment’ in the entire city’s network of still-functioning cities throughout Tokyo.”

"what?"

He paused for a moment, stopped typing, and his lips, which were holding Pocky, twitched slightly.

"Entertainment? Su Chen, are you kidding me? This is the apocalypse, not a time of peace. Shouldn't we be searching for intelligence on military bases, supply depots, or other survivor settlements?"

“That’s right.” Su Chen nodded, his eyes more serious than ever before. “But those are sustenance for the ‘physical’. What I’m looking for now is sustenance for the ‘spiritual’.”

"Whether it's a singer, cartoonist, game streamer, or comedian..."

"Anyone who can bring a little color and a smile to this messed-up, gray world."

"Find them all for me."

"..."

Kong looked at the genuinely serious expression on Su Chen's face and remained silent for a moment.

His mind, always full of calculation and playful thinking, seemed to finally understand the deeper meaning behind this seemingly "unproductive" task at this moment.

Finally, he grinned and smiled, like a boy about to embark on a treasure hunt.

"learn."

He gave Su Chen an "OK" sign that exuded a strong sense of adolescent angst.

"A quest to 'find lost civilizations and treasures,' right?"

"Leave it to me, the most professional adventurer."

……

For the rest of the day, the [Blank] siblings pushed their terrifying computing power to the limit.

Countless torrents of data flowed rapidly from their fingertips like a galaxy.

The remaining network nodes throughout Tokyo, like fireflies in the night, were lit up one by one on their Skynet map, only to quickly dim due to signal interruptions.

However, the result was not ideal.

Most civilian internet signals have long been completely cut off.

The occasional scattered distress signals they could find would disappear completely for various reasons—such as running out of energy or being discovered by monsters—when they tried to locate them.

"hateful."

Kong looked at the numerous signal blind spots on the screen and scratched his head in frustration.

"This is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Does 'entertainment' even exist in this world anymore?"

"elder brother."

Just then, Bai, who had been silently conducting deeper data mining beside him, suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

She pointed to an inconspicuous, encrypted civilian shortwave channel on the screen, marked as "unknown".

That channel was like an isolated island in a vast ocean; the signal was weak, but exceptionally stable.

She spoke in her soft, emotionless tone:

"here."

"There is something."

"Ok?"

Kong immediately connected that channel to the main system.

Then, after a complex decoding and noise reduction process that lasted for more than ten minutes.

When the decoding progress bar on the screen finally reaches 100%.

A faint, intermittent, yet charmingly everyday girl's voice emanated from the speakers.

"Um... today's 'Recommended of the Day' is Kilimanjaro coffee beans..."

"It has a rich flavor with a hint of fruity sweetness and tartness..."

"Perfect for enjoying on a gloomy afternoon like today..."

"… It would taste even better with a freshly baked rabbit-shaped cookie…"

"..."

"..."

"..."