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

A moment later, she put down her teacup, making a crisp sound. Then, in a calm tone, as if stating a universal truth, she said:

"Erina Nakiri."

She paused for a moment, raised her eyelids, and calmly swept her gaze across the trio opposite her before finally uttering the second half of her sentence.

"—She is the woman responsible for Su Chen's three meals a day."

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"..."

"puff--!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha, who had just taken a sip of black tea, couldn't hold it in any longer and nearly spat it out with a violent cough. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, preventing herself from losing her composure in such an important situation.

Good guy.

She thought to herself, "Great job!"

She originally thought that her half-joking self-proclaimed title of "strategist" was already at the level of being ambiguous and shameless.

did not expect.

This "God's Tongue" appears as haughty as a canary untouched by worldly concerns...

His skill level was actually higher than hers, much higher.

And yet, shameless.

"The woman responsible for Su Chen's three meals a day"?

What kind of awful lines are these, so overwhelmingly wifely and enough to set off any female creature's alarm?

Even on Yukino Yukinoshita's perpetually icy face, a tiny crack appeared, as if a perfect ice crystal had been quietly chipped open.

Even Mai Sakurajima's perfect, time-tested, idol-level smile froze for a mere 0.01 seconds.

A seemingly harmonious tea party was suddenly disrupted during the first round of self-introductions by a bombshell called "assertion of sovereignty."

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and the atmosphere of a fierce battle.

"cough."

Ultimately, it was Mai Sakurajima, whose social experience and mental fortitude were both top-notch, who was the first to recover.

She forcefully steered the topic, which had completely gone astray, back on track, and her smile became flawless once again.

"Alright, now that we all know each other, I'm sure we can work together happily in the future."

"Then, let's discuss the future development of the base."

Regarding the 'Lighthouse' project that Su Chenjun proposed earlier…

……

The next hour.

Five girls with arguably the most brilliant minds on Earth began operating at true high speed.

They discussed the feasibility of establishing a stable and sustainable security zone centered around the building.

They discussed the allocation of supplies, the deployment of manpower, the construction of defensive fortifications, and the exploration plan for the surrounding area.

They debated the merits of two different approaches: "steady development" and "aggressive expansion."

……

Every line of dialogue shines with wisdom and logic.

Every proposal has undergone meticulous calculation and deduction.

If Su Chen were here, he would surely be pleased with the talents they displayed.

But they both knew the truth in their hearts.

Behind this efficient and brilliant meeting, what they were really discussing, what they were really dividing up quietly.

Actually, it's in this "kingdom" with that man named Su Chen as its absolute core.

What kind of position can each of them occupy?

Who is the indispensable "Queen" who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the King?

Who is she, and yet she is an insignificant "maid" who can be replaced at any time?

This is a battle where everyone's future and pride are at stake...

A silent war.

But this war has only just begun.

Chapter Ninety-Two: Thus, I declare

The kitchen war had just ended.

The tea party on the rooftop was once again rife with undercurrents.

Su Chen was sandwiched between the two, feeling as if his head was being slowly squeezed by two invisible millstones, each as big as two.

He thought he had painstakingly recruited a group of powerful weapons capable of conquering the world, each possessing unique abilities.

After all that, he realized he had invited back a group of grandmothers who needed him to mediate internal conflicts at any time.

'Ya le ya le daze…'

He leaned against the wall, silently complaining to himself with a sense of helplessness.

When Jotaro said these words, he was facing a vicious Stand user.

He was facing five women who were also outside his usual circle.

'Women and such…'

'These are even more troublesome than lord-level monsters.'

However troublesome as it may be, there are some things that he, as the nominal and de facto "head of the family," still needs to personally step in and resolve.

He couldn't expect these proud peacocks to distinguish themselves; that would only lead to the stronghold being blown to smithereens from within before any external threats could arrive.

So he took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the top-floor conference room, which, though seemingly devoid of gunpowder, was filled with the intense smell of gunpowder.

……

"I object."

As soon as he stepped inside, he heard Yukino Yukinoshita's clear yet firm voice, like an ice bell tolling in winter.

“The risk assessment for Project Lighthouse was completely inadequate. Shifting the entire base’s center of gravity there before thoroughly eliminating all potential threats within at least five kilometers of Chiba Port Tower is tantamount to mass suicide.”

"Hmph, what a coward's words."

Sitting on the other side, Erina Nakiri retorted without hesitation. She didn't even look at Yukino, but simply elegantly tidied her long golden hair, "If you fear risk, you will never get a reward. Opportunity is always reserved for the strong who dare to take the gamble."

"This isn't fear, it's caution. It's the most basic sense of responsibility as a manager to the lives of all the survivors within the base." Yukino's eyes also turned cold.

“That’s just an excuse used by incompetent people to cover up their lack of courage,” Erina said casually.

"What did you say?" Yukino's voice was now icy.

"I say you……"

"Cough cough."

A dry cough, neither too loud nor too soft, but perfectly timed, like a precise scalpel, severed the queen's duel that was about to escalate once again.

The five girls around the conference table seemed to have been put on pause, and subconsciously stopped arguing.

They all turned their gazes toward the doorway, toward the man leaning against the doorframe with a look of utter despair.

Su Chen.

"Um... I didn't disturb your afternoon tea, did I?"

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, a scene that resembled a world-famous painting, Su Chen asked with a headache.

Yukino and Erina were locked in a fierce confrontation, Alice was fanning the flames from the sidelines, Utaha had a look of watching a good show, and Mai-senpai was smiling, but there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in her smile.

"..."

"..."

No one answered him.

But those five gazes, filled with a complex mix of emotions including scrutiny, questioning, and schadenfreude, were like five invisible spotlights, completely locking him in place.

That feeling was as if it were saying:

"Tell me, whose side are you on?"

"..."

Su Chen felt his head hurt even more.

This was a hellish, life-or-death dilemma. He knew that whether he chose to support Yukino's moderate faction or Erina's radical faction, he would instantly ignite four other powder kegs.

How to do?

Trying to smooth things over? Pretending not to hear anything? That will only make them feel like you're just going through the motions, and the conflict will continue to build up until it explodes even more violently next time.

There must be a solution that can solve the problem once and for all and at its root.

Su Chen's brain began to operate at an unprecedented speed, its processing speed even surpassing that when fighting against lord-level monsters.

"I've got it."

A thought, brimming with genius-level wisdom yet also brimming with a sense of suicidal folly, flashed through his mind like lightning piercing the night.

Then... I won't choose.

Or rather, I'll take all the choices back to myself.

He cleared his throat, stopped leaning against the door frame, straightened his body, and walked calmly step by step to the head of the conference table—the only empty seat.

That throne belonged to him.

Then, under the questioning gazes of everyone, he did not sit down, but instead opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.

With a tone brimming with love and deep affection, as if reciting the greatest epic of creation, and in a voice loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly, he proclaimed:

"—You are all my wings."

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The entire conference room fell into a deathly, suffocating silence.

All the girls were stunned.

As they stared at the man who had suddenly started talking nonsense and striking a bizarre pose, their minds were momentarily paralyzed by the sheer volume of information contained in that line.

wing?

What wings?

What does this mean?

For the first time, pure confusion appeared on Yukino Yukinoshita's icy face.

Mai Sakurajima's perfect smile vanished, replaced by an expression of inquiry. The Nakiri sisters exchanged bewildered glances, clearly failing to grasp the deeper meaning of the metaphor.

Only Kasumigaoka Utaha.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, less than a second later, a terrifying glint of danger flashed in her beautiful wine-red eyes.

She understood.

As a seasoned creator and scholar of "otaku culture," she accurately understood the ultimate harem declaration that circulated in the ancient otaku circle, filled with the aura of an ultimate scumbag.

"hehe…"