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

All the spotlights were shone on them.

Thus, it becomes that most inconspicuous, most easily overlooked, yet most deadly shadow.

Create a unique, perfect, one-hit-kill opportunity for a surprise attack.

"go to hell."

Kato Megumi uttered this line, filled with murderous intent, in a soft voice.

then.

She poured all her strength, all her sense of existence, and all her beliefs into this all-or-nothing strike.

He let go of the scientific blade in his hand, which was powerful enough to cut through any defense and shone with a brilliant blue aura.

It stabbed fiercely into Tokisaki Kurumi's back, where she was momentarily stunned and defenseless due to the immense shock.

Chapter 121 The First Bullet

The deadly blade, like a blue meteor slicing through the night, carries a scientific power refined to its utmost, capable of slicing through the very rules themselves, and is within arm's reach.

The buzzing blade, due to the ultra-high frequency particle vibrations, had already caused visible ripples, like water, to appear in the surrounding air.

The blue aura was so intense that Kurumi Tokisaki felt a slight tingling sensation in the hairs on the back of her neck.

however--

Faced with this decisive blow, which would make even the gods tremble and which embodied the wisdom, courage, and hope of the entire team, they were truly ready to strike.

On Kurumi Tokisaki's pretty face, which was slightly stiffened by the great shock, a strange smile appeared, full of endless mockery and supreme pity.

That smile seemed to say:

'What brilliant tactics! What a lovely struggle!'

'But...just this?'

"!"

The moment Kato Megumi saw that smile, alarm bells went off in her mind.

An unprecedented, even more intense sense of crisis than facing death itself, like icy chains from the depths of hell, instantly enveloped her entire body.

But 283 was already too late.

Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

Her dagger had already been thrust out, carrying with it all her determination and all her beliefs.

"It's too slow."

A girl's voice, full of elegance and composure, as if she were sighing in her lover's ear, rang out lightly.

"This 'ordinary' young lady."

The words fell at the same instant.

The golden light that had been faintly visible around Kurumi's left eye, which was covered by her long black bangs, suddenly erupted.

A colossal, ancient golden clock, composed of countless intricate golden gears and Roman numerals gleaming with divine light, imbued with the aura of destiny and time, suddenly appeared behind her.

The hands of the clock, in a counter-clockwise motion that completely defied the laws of physics, began to spin wildly backward, emitting a loud sound like the rotation of planets at the beginning of the universe.

Finally, with a crisp "click," like the precise meshing of the gears of fate, the pointer steadily pointed to the Roman numeral mark representing "one."

【Zafkiel】

Her angel, at this moment, descended in response to her call.

Followed by.

Kurumi's small black pistol, which she always carried on her back, had somehow appeared in her hand.

She didn't even glance back at Kato Megumi, as if the deadly threat behind her didn't exist at all.

With an almost martyr-like, morbid yet sacred aesthetic, he gently aimed the cold, ornately carved muzzle of the gun at his temple.

Then, softly, in a tone that was both a prayer and a command, he proclaimed the divine decree, a decree powerful enough to warp time itself.

"【Zfkfk - Aleph】".

boom!

A dull, yet fateful gunshot rang out.

An invisible bullet, formed from the power of time, was injected into her body.

Time did not stop.

It was not deleted either.

Instead, it was accelerated.

At this moment, the flow of time acting on Kurumi herself was forcibly increased to a terrifying level that transcended common sense and imagination.

Kato Ena's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size due to shock.

The world seemed to have become a movie slowed down to the extreme.

She could see the dagger in her hand slowly and painstakingly piercing the air.

She could see in the distance that the worried expression on Yukino's face was freezing at a visible speed, and the smoke bomb that Utaha had just thrown out was spreading like a still sculpture.

Then she noticed Kurumi's figure, which had been fairly clear in her retina...

Disappeared.

No, that's not right.

Not disappear.

Rather, it's because her speed has reached an absolute extreme, so fast that even light can't keep up with the reaction, and even her central nervous system can't process it.

So in her visual residuals, all that remained was a long, red and black afterimage that seemed to be about to disappear.

puff!

The [High-Frequency Particle Vibration Dagger], shimmering with a blue halo, pierced through the red and black afterimage without any suspense.

But it only caused a ripple in the air.

The feeling was like piercing a phantom of nothingness, without any obstruction or feedback of hitting a solid object.

The stab missed.

When Kato Megumi's all-out attack missed, there was a fleeting, almost imperceptible moment of stiffness, lasting only a fraction of a second—not even enough for an ordinary person to blink.

A hard, metallic touch, as if from hell, filled with the aura of death.

It has already happened quietly.

It pressed against her temple.

It was Kurumi's even longer spear, representing the minute hand of the [Zafkiel] sniper rifle.

"..."

"..."

Time, it seemed, only resumed its proper flow at this moment.

The screams of the girls in the distance and the gunshots of the clones finally reached her ears again.

Kato Megumi remained frozen in that forward-stabbing posture.

His body was stiff, like a stone that had been frozen in an instant.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down her forehead, landing on her trembling eyelashes and blurring her vision.

She could sense it even without turning around.

She sensed that the nightmarish girl was standing right behind her, breathing steadily and beating calmly, as if the time-traveling movement she had just experienced was as easy as taking a stroll for her.

She could feel the sweet yet dangerous scent emanating from the other person, a scent that was both pleasurable and playful, like a Bloody Mary cocktail, lingering around her nose.

"This is dangerous, this is dangerous."

Kurumi's voice, filled with a yandere aura and sounding like a whisper in one's ear, slowly began to ring out.

The voice carried a hint of relief at surviving a disaster, but more so, a cruel, playful mockery, like a cat toying with a mouse.

"It was so close... that I was really going to be 'General' by you, the most inconspicuous lady."

“However…” Her voice turned cold, like the winter wind that blew away all warmth.

“Om Mani Padme Hum. (You are dead.)”

Chapter 122 The Provoke

"You are already dead."

The moment Kurumi's devilish whisper, filled with the meaning of death, rang in Kato Megumi's ears.

On the rooftop, the war machine called "Hope," which had been operating efficiently and was forged by wisdom, courage, and tacit understanding, had all its gears abruptly stopped by an invisible hand.

The coordinated attack by Yukino, Utaha, and Mai, which was already flowing smoothly, was frozen in place, like a painting instantly frozen in ice.

Yukino froze as she poked her head out from behind cover, ready to fire.

The smoke bomb that Shiyu was about to throw fell limply to the ground.

Mai's hands, which were holding the binoculars, were trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

They stared blankly at the dramatic reversal that had taken place in mid-air, their minds completely blank.

All tactics and contingency plans turned into pale, ironic pieces of paper in the face of that cold gun barrel pressed against his comrade's temple.

What just happened?

None of them saw clearly.

In their eyes, just a second ago, it was Kato Ena's backstab that embodied everyone's hopes, filled with a doomed belief, like a saint wielding a divine blade of punishment.

The next second, she transformed into the black witch dressed in gothic attire, casually pressing the long, cold muzzle of her flintlock pistol against Kato Megumi's temple.

The whole process was incredibly fast.

It's almost here, as if the crucial process itself has been erased from the canvas of time.

"hateful…"

Kasumigaoka Utaha watched this scene, so angry that she gritted her teeth and a trace of blood seeped from her lips, but she was completely unaware of it.

Just a little bit.

Just a little bit.

Their near-perfect "tactical deception," conceived by her own hand and gambled on everyone's wisdom and courage, was about to succeed.

But in the end, they still failed because of the opponent's completely unreasonable and bug-like time manipulation ability.

The immense sense of falling from the pinnacle of hope to the depths of despair almost suffocated her once-proud creative inspiration and critical thinking abilities.

"Don't be impulsive."

Yukino Yukinoshita was the first among everyone to recover from the immense shock.

Her voice, though still cold, carried a barely perceptible tremor.

She reached out her hand, her usually fair and steady hand now appearing somewhat pale, and forcefully pulled at Su Chen, who was beginning to uncontrollably emanate a faint golden aura and was becoming increasingly impatient.

She looked at Su Chen's profile, which had instantly darkened, and said in a low voice, enunciating each word clearly:

"Kato-kun is still in her hands."

……

midair.

Kurumi did not fire immediately.

For her, killing the helpless hostage instantly was the most boring and wasteful option.

What she enjoyed even more was watching these interesting "prey" struggle in despair, their expressions both painful and beautiful.