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

"Ugh……"

The old man sighed deeply and gave up all resistance.

"Okay, I admit it. You are indeed an unreasonable monster, just like my old buddy who died in another world."

"However..." His eyes instantly became wary, and his small body even arched slightly (okay, Zhao), like a cat guarding its food.

"What exactly do you want? You wouldn't happen to be like those greedy magicians, harboring ill intentions towards this old bone inhabited by a soul, would you? Let me warn you, if you dare lay a hand on my Chino..."

"rest assured."

Su Chen laughed at his possessive expression.

“I have no interest in hairy old men.”

"I just wanted to confirm one thing."

"You have this strange, cursed-like exterior."

"I am also an unreasonable stand-in..."

"It's just a matter of whether I can solve it for you or not."

Chapter 206 The Queens' Tea Break

Since RabbitHouse reopened in the lobby of Avalon, it has quickly replaced the cold and serious conference room on the top floor, becoming the queen's favorite place to handle daily affairs and enjoy afternoon tea.

……

The sun was shining brightly that afternoon.

Warm golden light streamed through the spotless French windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

The air was filled with a delightful aroma, a blend of the rich fragrance of top-quality coffee beans and the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies.

In a window seat with the best natural light, the five queens sat together for a rare moment of relaxation, not for any work-related conflict.

On the table are five cups of top-quality hand-drip coffee, each with a different aroma, brewed by the coffee master Chino Kafuu.

The atmosphere seemed so harmonious and peaceful.

But the invisible aura in the air, still swirling with undercurrents, was silently telling its story.

This is still a battlefield.

"I still think Blue Mountain is the king of coffee."

The first to break the silence was Erina Nakiri.

With an almost royal elegance, she picked up the cup of coffee in front of her, which exuded a rich fruity aroma, and took a small sip.

"Its balance is perfect; acidity, sweetness, mellowness, and bitterness—each flavor is just right, like a perfectly coordinated royal symphony orchestra. Any other coffee bean, in comparison, seems like an inferior impurity, noisy and crude."

"Hmph, what a boring statement full of orthodox and stubborn ideas."

Across from her stood Alice Nakiri, a silver-haired girl who also exuded genius, who curled her lip in disdain.

She downed the cup of her specially brewed coffee, which was filled with an unknown blue liquid (which she herself claimed was a "brain-boosting factor" that could enhance brain activity) and exuded an air of high-tech sophistication, in one gulp.

Then, in a tone brimming with scientific and innovative spirit, he retorted:

"The future of coffee lies in fusion, in creating endless possibilities. An old fogey like you who only sticks to the old ways will never understand the greatness of molecular gastronomy. True deliciousness should be created by wisdom, not simply by your innate talent for cheating."

Who are you calling an old-fashioned relic?

"Whoever answers, I'll say it."

"..."

It seems that another war, filled with theological and scientific elements, is about to break out over the "orthodoxy of coffee."

"OK OK."

Mai Sakurajima, who had been watching the scene with a smile, stepped in to smooth things over.

She gently swirled the simplest latte in her hand, yet the latte art formed a perfect heart shape, and slowly said:

"Coffee itself is neither superior nor inferior."

"What matters is not 'what you drink'."

"But..." she glanced at the two long-haired, black-haired girls beside her, who were also deep in thought, "who are you drinking with, aren't you?"

"..."

"..."

His shrewd and insightful remarks, brimming with strategic vision and emotional intelligence, instantly averted the impending war.

This also subtly demonstrated his unshakeable dominant position at the tea party.

Just when she thought she had perfectly controlled the pace of the entire event and was ready to steer the conversation in a more relaxed direction...

A languid, disdainful laugh, seemingly capable of seeing through everything, rang out from opposite her.

It's Kasumigaoka Utaha.

The cunning and sharp-tongued strategist slowly put down the paperback he had somehow produced.

She didn't even look at the queens vying for power before her. Instead, in a soft, almost self-absorbed tone, filled with the essence of "White Album," she slowly uttered the ultimate line that was enough to instantly break down the defenses of all the victors present.

"Speak of it."

"Last night, it seems that Su Chenjun spent the night in Yukinoshita's room..."

……

……

……

That moment.

Time stood still.

The air freezes.

Even the warm sunlight outside the window seemed to have turned a little colder.

The tense expressions of Erina Nakiri and Alice Nakiri, which had just been like fighting cocks, froze instantly. Then, without prior agreement, they turned their hostile and incredulous gazes toward Mai Sakurajima, who had a perfect smile on her face.

It's as if she's saying, "How did you become the empress?"

And Mai Sakurajima, her impeccable idol smile that was always full of composure and gentleness, at this moment, also showed cracks like spider webs.

Her hand holding the coffee cup even trembled very slightly and uncontrollably.

'hehe……'

'This is...so interesting!'

Chapter 207 The Uninvited Guest

"Last night, thanks to Yukinoshita-kun's care, I had a very pleasant night."

The moment Kasumigaoka Utaha's White Album declaration, brimming with nuclear-level destructive power, rang out like the gentlest of blades, so softly and lightly.

The peaceful and cozy afternoon tea atmosphere in RabbitHouse was completely frozen.

The air seemed to solidify into solid amber, sealing all the movements and sounds within that murderous moment.

Mai Sakurajima's perfect, impeccable smile as the empress froze.

The elegant bone china coffee cup with a golden rose painted on it, held by Erina Nakiri, stopped in mid-air.

Even the rising steam from the coffee in the cup seemed to freeze for a moment, eerily stilled by this chilling murderous aura.

The light of scientific rationality in Alice Nakiri's eyes also quietly disappeared, replaced by a scrutinizing and dangerous gleam, as if she were observing a rare experimental subject.

The three of them turned their heads in an extremely slow motion.

The three terrifying gazes, powerful enough to freeze or melt steel instantly, were all cast upon the one who had remained silent from beginning to end, as if none of this concerned her—the sole party involved.

Yukinoshita Yukino.

"..."

Looking at the hellish scene before her, which resembled a "tribunal for the dead," Yukino Yukinoshita's usually calm and aloof face showed an extremely rare look of panic.

She felt as if she were being targeted by three prehistoric behemoths with different attributes, and no matter how much she struggled, she could not escape her inevitable death.

She was about to speak and explain something.

For example, "I just went to deliver a supplementary document about the 'Lighthouse Project' to Su Chenjun, and I didn't stay overnight at all."

however--

at this time.

A piercing, urgent alarm, signifying the highest level of danger, suddenly resounded throughout Avalon without warning.

Wuwuwuwuwuwu——

"!"

"!"

"!"

That moment.

All personal grudges and grievances were thrown to the winds by this highest alarm signifying "foreign invasion."

The queens' eyes, which had been filled with hostility, instantly became extremely solemn and serious.

Without a second thought, they stood up simultaneously, not even bothering to grab their elegant coats, and rushed upstairs to the high-tech "Skynet" command center.

War always takes precedence over love.

……

"What's going on? It's empty."

Yukino Yukinoshita was the first to rush into the command center, which was also filled with a tense atmosphere.

Inside the room, red alarm lights were flashing frantically, casting a somber glow on everyone's faces.

Is it a monster tide?

"No, it's not."

Kong pointed at the huge electronic map in front of him, his face filled with a complex expression of solemnity and disbelief.

"It's even more troublesome than a monster tide."

Everyone turned their attention to the large screen.

Then they saw it.

They saw that eerie scene that made them all frown in unison.

On the electronic map, you can see...

On the very edge of Avalon's territory, in a ruin that had just been cleared.

Five small green dots, representing "unknown life forms," ​​silently infiltrated the area in a textbook-perfect tactical formation, demonstrating professionalism and efficiency.

They are not monsters. Because the life signals emanating from them are those of a human.

· ········Requesting flowers··· ··

They were not ordinary survivors either.

because……

The drone's thermally processed lens was zoomed in to its maximum size.

A scene, both incongruous and brimming with an air of elite power, clearly appeared before everyone.

The five green dots turned out to be five mysterious figures dressed in identical, futuristic black combat suits.

They carried a variety of standard weapons that looked extremely expensive, ranging from modular assault rifles to portable tactical reconnaissance drones, and their equipment was even more sophisticated than that of special forces before the apocalypse.

....... ....