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

There is no way to retreat.

Then...

Let's fight.

Just as Su Chen made up his mind, the "Primordial Qi" within his body began to operate wildly, preparing to summon the [World] and the [Crimson King], risking everything to have an earth-shattering final battle with the still-forming evil god downstairs.

Something happened.

Downstairs, there was that enormous nest.

Its still slowly pulsating, mountain-like body seemed to sense that on the rooftop, these insects were spying on it with malicious eyes.

hum-

A massive, violent, and insane mental shock, not belonging to any known language, instantly locked onto everyone on the rooftop like an invisible storm.

Especially Su Chen.

That, in its perception, was as dazzling as the sun and as glaring as a nail—the greatest threat.

"Ugh."

Under this terrifying mental shock, Yukino and Utaha both let out a painful groan, their faces instantly turning ashen.

Countless distorted illusions appeared before their eyes, and the cries of despair and curses from millions of dead souls echoed in their ears. Their souls seemed to be gripped by a cold, giant hand, about to be dragged into an endless abyss of madness.

Su Chen, however, withstood the terrifying impact—enough to cause brain death in an ordinary person—thanks to the powerful soul forged through the Triple Rebirth technique.

In his mind, it was as if a golden divine bell was being struck, shattering all the invading filth and madness.

Followed by.

Under the gaze of everyone, filled with shock and disbelief.

On top of that enormous "tumor".

Slowly, a huge, blood-red crack, hundreds of meters long, appeared.

Like the eye of an evil god, lying across the earth.

A gigantic, dark red, vertical pupil, filled with chaos and madness, appeared in the crevice.

She stared intently at the man on the rooftop, the only one who dared to meet her gaze.

However, before everyone could recover from this terrifying scene filled with Cthulhu-like atmosphere...

An elegant, melodious, and slightly sickly-sounding young girl's voice.

But without warning, it was clearly transmitted from that huge eye through the mental link.

“Ara ara…”

"This didn't just come to us on its own..."

"Snacks?"

The moment I heard that sound.

Su Chen's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size, as if they had become a tiny black dot.

His muscles tensed instantly, and the overwhelming fighting spirit that had just ignited, preparing him for a decisive battle, was as if it had been doused from head to toe by a bucket of ice water from the depths of hell.

All that remained was a bone-chilling cold and an incomprehensible absurdity.

He stared in disbelief at the enormous, ominous "Eye of the Evil God" below.

Instantly, a nightmare-like face appeared in my mind: a woman wearing a blood-red gothic military uniform, with one long and one short black pigtail, her left eye covered by bangs, and her right eye a golden, constantly spinning clock, wearing a seductive yet morbid smile.

That voice, that tone, that elegant yet insane attitude of regarding all things as food…

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

Why is she here?

How could she have become like this?

A storm, many times more intense than when he faced the evil god, surged within Su Chen's heart.

He uttered the name slowly and deliberately in a hoarse voice, almost audible only to himself, filled with disbelief.

"Tokisaki Kurumi?"

Chapter 117 The Witch of Time Descends

"Tokisaki Kurumi?"

When Su Chen squeezed out this name, which should not exist in this world, through gritted teeth, making sure every syllable was crystal clear, Su Chen was able to do so.

Time seemed to have truly been paused.

Downstairs, in the eye of that enormous nest, that elegant, joyful girl's voice rang out once more.

Her voice, transmitted through the mental link, resonated directly in the deepest recesses of everyone's minds, carrying an irresistible allure, like a witch's whisper.

“Ara ara…”

"That's quite surprising. I never imagined that in this boring and tedious post-apocalyptic world, there would actually be someone who could call out my name accurately?"

The voice paused, as if savoring the astonishment, disbelief, and the hidden fear deep within Su Chen as he uttered the name.

Yes, it's fear.

Su Chen could clearly sense that his heart, which had remained unmoved even when facing an attack from thousands of demons, was now beating violently and uncontrollably.

"So, as the first person to recognize me, here's the reward..."

The moment the words fell.

Under the shocked and incredulous gazes of everyone, a grand performance of light and shadow began.

The massive crack, stretching a hundred meters across the earth, began to slowly open to both sides, as if drawing back a bloody veil leading to another world.

A stunningly beautiful young girl, dressed in a gorgeous gothic lolita outfit in red and black, actually walked out step by step from the enormous, slowly writhing tumor filled with Cthulhu-esque energy.

She wasn't physically walking; rather, it was as if she were stepping on invisible steps made of dark red light particles, her gait elegant and composed as if she were attending a grand court ball.

With each step she took, the enormous tumor behind her emitted a deep, synchronized heartbeat, a powerful sound that seemed to be playing a sacred hymn unique to the evil god in celebration of her arrival.

She had a cascade of long, glossy black hair that reflected a silky sheen against the eerie, dark red sky.

On one side, her hair was tied into a long ponytail with a bright red ribbon, swaying gently with her movements and drawing a beautiful arc.

On the other side, her long bangs covered half of her face, casting a mysterious shadow.

Only a wine-red right eye was visible, as bright as the finest ruby, and full of allure.

That eye seemed to contain a bottomless vortex capable of sucking in one's soul.

And from the spot where her left eye was covered by her bangs, a strange golden light, full of destiny and the aura of time, faintly shone through.

The light was not a physical entity, but rather a phantom of a golden clock made up of countless intricate runes that was slowly rotating counterclockwise. Each flash caused visible, subtle ripples in the surrounding space.

In her hands, she also carried two flintlock pistols of different lengths, each with a retro and steampunk style.

The gun barrel is a deep black, engraved with intricate and ornate gold patterns. It is not made of ordinary metal, but rather as if it were forged from solidified time itself.

She hovered silently in mid-air, her skirt fluttering without wind, her face bearing a sickly yet elegant smile, as if she were admiring the prey she was about to devour.

It was as if the hell beneath her feet, filled with death and madness, was merely her backyard and dining table.

She is Tokisaki Kurumi.

That most evil spirit that should only exist in another anime.

The Witch of Time.

……

"Then...what is that?"

The top floor of the building.

Kong stared blankly at the monitor screen at the figure of the gorgeous girl who emerged from the giant tumor, a figure so out of place in the post-apocalyptic world.

The potato chips slipped from his fingers and scattered all over the floor, but he was completely unaware.

His mind, that of a top-tier gamer, was thrown into unprecedented chaos at this moment.

"The final boss... is a girl in human form?"

"This doesn't make sense. An energy reaction of that scale should have hatched at least a Godzilla-level behemoth. This model... is too small. The energy and volume are completely disproportionate."

"And, it seems she just spoke? Su Chen called out her name? 'Tokisaki Kurumi'? What kind of code name is that?"

He frantically searched his database for the name, but the result was blank.

This name did not belong to any character they had encountered before, nor to any known intelligence system in this world.

This is a completely unknown entity.

"elder brother."

Bai, who had been silent beside him, suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

· ········Requesting flowers··· ··

She pointed to the screen, at the girl gracefully floating in mid-air, and said in an extremely solemn tone:

"She's dangerous."

……

paradox.

Su Chen understood the meaning of this word more deeply than anyone else.

He looked down at the smiling girl downstairs, his dark eyes filled with an unprecedented solemnity and apprehension.

The "Tokisaki Kurumi" in front of him looked and sounded exactly like the two-dimensional character in his memory.

But that aura about her…

It was more powerful and more evil than the one Su Chen remembered, at least a hundred times more so.

In his spiritual perception.

Within the girl's body, it seemed as if a dark and profound river, composed of pure "time," was surging.

.. ..... ...

That river was filled with countless wailing, swallowed souls.

The enormous monster's lair beneath her feet was the source of this River of Time.

They are interconnected, forming a perfect, self-sufficient "perpetual motion machine".

The nest provides her with a constant supply of nutrients, and she uses the "power of time" to catalyze these nutrients, accelerating the evolution and expansion of this hell.

She is the core of the will of this nest.

She is the queen of Shinjuku.

……

"first meet."

While in mid-air, Kurumi gracefully lifted the hem of her skirt and performed a ladylike bow full of classical aristocratic charm towards Su Chen on the rooftop.

Her gaze was fixed on Su Chen with curiosity.

Like countless unseen, soft tentacles, they tentatively touched Su Chen's soul.

She tasted the innate Qi within him, a Qi that was incompatible with this world and flowed endlessly within him.

Then, she stuck out her small, pink tongue and gently licked her moist, bright red lips.

A sickly smile spread across his face.

That smile was like that of a hungry gourmet who, after a long wait, finally saw the unique and exquisite delicacy he had been dreaming of.

"Mr. Su Chen, is that right?"

"Your 'time' seems to be..."