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

Their movements were clean and efficient, their teamwork seamless, and they exuded a chilling killing intent that only the most elite professional soldiers possess.

They are conducting some kind of highly professional tactical reconnaissance of this area.

"..."

"..."

The entire command center fell into a deathly silence.

The only sound was a faint hum from the server's cooling fans.

The same uneasy thought arose in everyone's mind.

Who are they?

What do they want to do?

"Xiaobai." Kong's voice became a little hoarse.

Have you analyzed their behavior patterns?

"Ah."

Bai's soft, cute voice now carried a coldness like that of a machine.

"Cross-cover, fan-shaped advance, standard 'Alpha' level special operations infiltration tactics."

"Their goal was neither to search for supplies nor to find shelter."

“They’re drawing maps,” she paused, then delivered the coldest conclusion in a completely emotionless tone, “They’re preparing for a subsequent ‘attack.’”

Chapter 208 The Festival of Paradise

"They are preparing for the next attack."

The moment Bai's emotionless final conclusion resounded through the conference room's surround sound system.

The atmosphere, which had just become somewhat relaxed and ambiguous because of the "afternoon tea" incident, plummeted to freezing point again.

"What is their purpose?"

Yukino Yukinoshita pushed up her glasses and asked the most crucial question first.

"do not know."

Kong shook his head, his face also filled with confusion. He pointed to the five green dots moving like ghosts on the screen.

“They were very professional, extremely professional. They avoided all the surveillance cameras on our visible surfaces along the way, and their route perfectly utilized all blind spots. If it weren’t for Xiaobai setting up several almost undetectable ‘quantum ghost’ probes on the outermost perimeter, we wouldn’t have even discovered their existence.”

“In other words…” A dangerous glint flashed in Kasumigaoka Utaha’s eyes; she instantly deciphered the meaning behind it, “They’re here for us. And from the very beginning, they’ve harbored strong hostility and a reconnaissance objective. They know what’s here, but they don’t know exactly how strong it is.”

A calm analysis left everyone present with a sense of impending doom.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

A cold voice, filled with murderous intent and sharpness, rang out.

It's Saeko Busujima.

She had somehow already stood at the door of the conference room, her hand resting on the Muramasa sword that she never parted with.

The scabbard trembled slightly under the lamplight, as if yearning for the enemy's blood.

“Since they are enemies,” her voice was calm, yet filled with undeniable decisiveness, “wouldn’t it be better to wipe them out completely before they discover any more of our secrets?”

“Alaaa…”

Beside her, the time witch Tokisaki Kurumi, who also seemed to thrive on chaos, covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her beautiful heterochromatic eyes sparkling with the excitement of a hunter spotting new prey.

"I completely agree with Ms. Saeko's suggestion."

"Perfect timing, I finally managed to catch a little something..." She stuck out her pink tongue and licked her moist lips, "and I'm a little hungry too."

……

"Hawks".

Saeko and Kurumi, the two most formidable battle maniacs in the team, reached a remarkable consensus at this moment. In their view, any unknown spy was a potential threat that had to be eliminated immediately.

however--

"I don't agree."

Another gentle, yet equally firm, voice of opposition rang out.

It's Sakurajima Mai.

She looked at the five green dots on the map that were still being cautiously explored, and a complex light flashed in her usually calm and beautiful eyes.

"Launching an attack before determining whether the other party is friend or foe is not a mature choice for a civilized leader. It will only create unnecessary enemies for us."

"That's right, that's right."

Beside her, the girl with the same bun hairstyle, Yui Yuigahama, who also exuded an aura of peace and love, nodded vigorously, her face filled with worry.

"What if... what if they're just ordinary survivors like us? Are they just being cautious out of fear...?"

……

"Doves".

Mai and Yui, the two kindest pacifists in the group, also made their stance clear.

"Ha ha……"

Su Chen smiled as he looked at the starkly divided "hawks" and "doves" in front of him.

Instead of supporting either side, he proposed a third option that surprised everyone.

"Zezi, Mai."

"You're both right."

"but……"

He slowly stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the already taking shape, vibrant and lively amusement park city.

A proud smile, radiating kingly confidence and domineering aura, appeared on his face.

"We've worked so hard to build this miraculous home, only to live like rats, hiding in this dark corner, afraid of being discovered?"

“No.” His voice became loud and powerful. “Muscles are for showing off. Prosperity is for all the 3.2 people who are still in despair to see.”

"so."

He turned around and, facing his group of queens who were also deep in thought, proposed an ultimate, overt strategy that was a hundred times bolder than Saeko's "cut the weeds and eliminate the roots" and ten thousand times more proactive than Mai's "wait and see."

"I declare."

"a."

"We will be here, in Avalon."

"To hold a grand celebration for all of our family..."

He paused, then declared in an unquestionable tone:

"【Avalon, City Founding Ceremony】."

Chapter 10 The Fate of a Loser (To be released at 21:32 on October 19th)

【Avalon, the City-Building Ceremony】.

The moment Su Chen's overtly scheming plan, brimming with the confidence and domineering aura of a king, was announced.

After a brief, deathly silence that seemed to have been sucked out, the entire operations room instantly erupted in excitement.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh. A 'festival'? Like the cultural festivals we used to have at school?"

Yui Yuigahama was the first to jump up excitedly, her eyes sparkling. "Can we set up a takoyaki and candied apple stand? My mom taught me, and I can make them really well!"

"Wow. So, can I hold a solo live show at the festival?"

Michiru Hyodo held her guitar, her face filled with excitement, as if she could already see the thousands of survivors below the stage cheering for her rock music.

Even Yukino Yukinoshita, who is usually very calm, showed a hint of expectation in her icy blue eyes after a brief moment of surprise.

Is it a festival?

That sounds pretty good.

……

Thus began preparations for an unprecedented festival, filled with an atmosphere of peace and hope.

In order to deliver the news of this festival to survivors further away, and to perfectly showcase the alluring prosperity of Avalon, Su Chen found the one and only Chief Publicity Art Officer in his mind.

Eriri Sawamura, Spencer.

……

"Advertisement...poster?"

On the top floor, in that room that has been transformed into a super luxurious art studio.

The blonde girl with twin ponytails looked at the "letter of authorization" that Su Chen handed over, written by Kasumigaoka Utaha herself and filled with flowery language and inflammatory words.

A look of confusion and insecurity flashed in her deep blue eyes, which should have been brimming with genius.

　"I...I can't..." She lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, her gaze falling on her slender hands that had once drawn countless moving characters, but now they felt as heavy as lead.

"what?"

Su Chen frowned as he looked at her unusual appearance, which exuded the aura of a defeated woman.

This was nothing like the proud and arrogant Eri Kashiwagi he knew.

"What did you say?"

I said I can't!

Eriri suddenly raised her head, and with a courage she didn't know where she got from, she shouted back at Su Chen.

Her eyes even welled up with tears, like a cat cornered against a wall, its fur standing on end.

"Go find Kasumigaoka Utaha. Isn't her copywriting the best anyone else's? Let her choose her own illustrations."

"Or go find Alice Nakiri. Isn't her scientific analysis diagrams both precise and beautiful? Have her draw a molecular structure diagram of food as a poster."

"Or, go find that newbie. The game CG she casually draws on her tablet has more soul than mine."

She was like a child who had suffered a great injustice, hysterically venting all the resentment and inferiority that had been building up in her heart for so long.

"What am I...?"

"I'm just a third-rate artist who can only draw cute and silly illustrations... in a place where geniuses are everywhere..."

Her voice choked with emotion, eventually turning into a whisper filled with despair.

"I am utterly worthless."

……

Su Chen looked at the blonde girl in front of him, who had completely fallen into the abyss of self-doubt, and remained silent.

He glanced at the mountain of discarded drawings, crumpled into a ball, piled up in the corner of the studio.

He finally understood why Eriri had been acting strangely lately.

Creative block.

More accurately, it is the inevitable self-denial that a genius experiences after encountering a group of even more unreasonable monsters.

Her long period of peaceful life caused her to lose the pure motivation she had in the early days of the apocalypse to paint in order to "survive".

Her companions, each one a potential game-changer, were like two invisible mountains, completely crushing her already proud and arrogant self-esteem.

Her once-proud talent—that vibrant, life-giving brushstroke that could drive countless otaku crazy.

In the face of Yukino's absolute rationality, she seemed so useless.

They seemed so powerless in the face of Shiyu's Word of Power, which was capable of turning the tide of battle.

They seemed so fragile in the face of Saeko's swordsmanship, which was capable of severing concepts.