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

Inside the city walls, however, they were even more utterly depraved.

The densely packed arrow towers and outposts were crammed with the highest-level "Zhuge Crossbows" and "Cannons"!

The dark cannon muzzles and the gleaming crossbow bolts were so densely packed that there were almost no blind spots, making one's scalp tingle.

This is no longer a simple defensive fortification.

This is clearly the ultimate fortress, determined to be a "millennial tortoise" and ready to fight Rome to the death!

"This is..." Yukino Yukinoshita's usually icy face showed a rare hint of surprise, "The legendary Great Wall of China, an impregnable defensive wall?"

"Yes."

Su Chen's voice was calm, even carrying a hint of a smile.

He stared at the massive Roman army on the screen, a sight that would kill anyone with trypophobia, but instead of showing any tension, he revealed a sinister smile that sent chills down the spines of the [Blank] siblings.

"Since you guys like playing the 'operations' game."

He leaned back in his chair slowly, crossed his arms behind his head, and looked as relaxed as if he were in his own living room.

"Then I'll stay with you and run this business properly to the end."

"—Come on, let's hurt each other."

……

then.

A battle of attrition, arguably the longest, most tedious, and most grueling in gaming history, has begun.

The [blank] siblings showcased their terrifying skill as "gods of games" and their boundless imagination.

They used all sorts of unbelievable tactics.

Economic blockade, cultural invasion, espionage and sabotage, and even... countless "pioneers" are "reclaiming land from the sea" inch by inch outside Su Chen's city walls, turning grasslands into cities and forests into mines, attempting to completely compress his living space in this way of moving mountains!

But, it’s useless.

Su Chen is like a farmer without any emotions.

He abandoned all the fancy tricks.

Do only the two simplest and most effective things.

—"Farming".

—"Mass production of troops".

Rome's economic lead? Trying to crush me with money?

It's alright. My Chinese terraced fields have long been upgraded to the maximum level, and our grain yield is three times that of yours. If we run out of gold coins, I'll just have the whole nation "focus on grain," implement a planned economy, and become self-sufficient. I can afford to wait.

A cultural invasion from Rome? Do you want my people to yearn for your Roman Holiday?

It doesn't matter, my city is already full of "Confucian temples" and "academies", and the Great Wall is full of "Buddhist temples" and "Taoist temples".

My people are educated from childhood with the imperial philosophy of "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?", which gives them an overflowing sense of cultural confidence.

Sorry, nobody listens to your little tune of "freedom and democracy".

Roman spies?

Sorry, my city entered "closed-door" mode 300 rounds ago and triggered the spectacular effect of "Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum" - [Burning of Books and Burying of Scholars]. All foreign spies entering the country will have their identities automatically exposed and their success rate will be permanently reduced by 99%.

The spies you sent couldn't even get a fly in; they were caught in a trap by my "Imperial Guards" right at the border.

This is the "farming" skill accumulated by Chinese civilization over thousands of years, which is perfect for dealing with all sorts of fancy tricks.

You "barbarians" with only a few hundred years of history as a nation have no way to break through.

The battle had completely stalled into a suffocating stalemate.

A day has passed.

In the real world, the clock has ticked through twenty-four hours. The takeout the girls ordered has gone cold, and empty coffee and energy drink bottles are piled up like a small mountain on the corner of the table.

Two days have passed.

Yui Yuigahama was the first to give up, her head bobbing up and down until she finally fell asleep on Yukino Yukinoshita's shoulder, muttering in her sleep, "Su Chen, you will win..."

Three days…

Kasumigaoka Utaha and Yukinoshita Yukino also reached their limits one after another. One lay on her notebook filled with notes, while the other leaned back in her chair, breathing steadily.

This damned siege actually lasted for three days and three nights!

In the end, it's no longer about tactics and strategies.

Rather, it is a pure, extreme consumption of mental, willpower, and physical strength!

Only the final duel remains on the screen.

[Blank] The brother and sister, those two genius gamers who had always called themselves "gods" and regarded all the players in the world as "mortals," experienced for the first time what it meant to be a "mortal."

The corners of his eyes were empty, and the already heavy dark circles under his eyes had now almost reached his chin, the color so dark it looked like he had been punched.

His signature red spiky hair, greasy from not washing it for days, drooped listlessly, showing no trace of his former unruly nature.

He felt his soul being slowly pulled out of his body, the screen in front of him began to show double images, and he could even hear his great-grandmother calling him from heaven.

He's about to "ascend to heaven," and he's truly ascending to heaven.

The white creature in his arms was as light as a cat; its mind, which once surpassed that of a supercomputer, had completely fallen into hibernation.

She lost her once-proud ability to calculate, and could only mumble unconsciously like a real child, "Brother... sleepy..."

She struggled to open her beautiful red eyes, and with her last bit of strength, she said softly, "Bai, I'm going to sleep now, brother, good luck?"

After saying that, she tilted her head, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

Young people are great; they can fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

Seeing Bai fall asleep immediately, Kong's taut nerve snapped with a "snap".

He panicked.

"Moshi Moshi? Hello? Miss Bai? Lord Bai? You're asleep, what am I supposed to do? Didn't we agree to become 'gods' together? You can't leave me alone to face this devil!"

He shook his little sister in his arms desperately, but Bai only made a few purring sounds like a kitten before falling into a deeper sleep.

He doesn't understand!

He really didn't understand what kind of monster that guy on the other side of the screen was.

Why can he go for a full seventy-two hours without eating, drinking, sleeping, or even blinking?

Is his bladder made of titanium alloy? Are his nerves made of fiber optic cables?

Is this guy even human?

'This guy…'

As Kong stared at the screen, at the Chinese civilization that was still leisurely adjusting the city defense tax rate and optimizing the firing angle of the turrets, a thought that he himself found stupid and absurd surfaced in his mind.

'Is...it a robot?'

at last.

On the morning of the fourth day, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, transforming into a golden sword that pierced the darkness inside the building.

The string that was called "Will" snapped completely with a clear, mournful cry.

“No…”

He uttered incoherent mutterings in his sleep, his eyes completely glazed over.

“I…I think I saw my great-grandmother waving at me from the other side of the river.”

Then, his head tilted to the side, and the whites of his eyes rolled back.

With a "thud," he fell solidly onto the computer desk.

Completely unconscious.

The white cat in his arms seemed to have lost its last support. Its small body went limp and it slid down from his arms, curling up on the carpet, as peaceful as a white kitten.

"..."

"Win...win?"

Yui Yuigahama, who was awakened by the loud noise, looked at the two blank siblings who looked like they had "died" and rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"We won! Su Chenjun won! We won!"

After a brief silence, she jumped up and let out a cheer as if she had survived a disaster, her face flushed with excitement and admiration!

however--

at this time.

On the game screen.

Beneath the walls of Luoyang, the only remaining and impregnable capital of Su Chen.

A tiny "Roman Scout" unit of only three units, lurking in the fog of war at some unknown time—the kind of cannon fodder unit that should be deleted after scouting the map in the early game.

Suddenly, it popped out from a corner that no one had noticed!

Ignoring the artillery fire on the city walls, which was enough to destroy an entire legion, they launched a suicidal attack on the city center of "Luoyang" with a determination akin to that of a kamikaze pilot!

Followed by.

Suddenly, two blood-red English words, filled with ruthlessness and mockery, popped up in the center of the screen—

【YOULOSE】

"N...Nani?"

All the cheers came to an abrupt halt!

They stared blankly at the two glaring words, their minds completely blank, utterly unable to comprehend what had happened!

at the same time.

The computer played a recording that had been made earlier.

"Heh...really..."

"Humanity's anthem is an anthem of courage, but sometimes, kings are stabbed to death in the toilet by assassins who appear out of nowhere..."

"This is my last move."

"—'Decapitation tactic'."

The last sound was Sora's almost inaudible, wicked whisper.

"...Do you like it?"

Chapter Fifty-Three: The Final Gamble

I do not know how long it has been.

It may be a moment, or it may be eternity.

In the endless darkness and exhaustion, Kong's heavy, leaden eyelids finally twitched.

Consciousness, like a bubble struggling to rise from the deep sea, slowly and laboriously returned to this already exhausted body.

He slowly opened his eyes.

What comes into view is the post-apocalyptic ceiling of this huge arcade, covered in pipes and graffiti.

My body felt like it had been run over by a dozen trucks, every muscle and every tendon protesting with aches and pains.

This is the inevitable result of three consecutive days and three nights of intense mental concentration, pushing physical and mental energy to their limits.

But compared to physical exhaustion, the mind regained clarity after a brief period of shock-like sleep.

.

"…elder brother."

A soft, sweet voice, with a slight nasal tone, came from his arms.

A warm, soft touch pressed tightly against his chest, as if afraid that if he let go, he would disappear.