Anime Crossover: My Part-Time Job as a Giant of Light While Studying Abroad in Chiba

"What a joke! Go to hell!"

The Magma aliens fought back fiercely, displaying extraordinary strength.

With a brutal back throw, he slammed Daigo hard onto the wooden floor, then raised his sword and, like a madman, thrust it at Daigo again and again!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Daigo rolled wildly on the ground, the blade of his sword grazing his uniform, sending splinters flying.

"You! Stop fighting!" The Metaron alien cried out in despair, crouching in a corner, but no one listened to him.

Daigo scrambled to his feet, staggered back a few steps, and was about to pull out his Hyper gun in a show of force.

Upon seeing this, the Magma aliens went completely berserk.

He let out a wild roar and hurled the silver sword in his right hand toward Daigo like a javelin!

"call out--!!!"

Daigo reacted extremely quickly, narrowly avoiding the attack by sidestepping.

But the sword, gleaming with a cold light, continued its momentum, flying straight towards the other side of the tavern with a deadly whistling sound.

In the shadows on the other side of the tavern sat a small figure, shaped like a tiny red coral, trembling.

"Pigumon!! Watch out!!!"

The Baltan alien, who was on the ground preparing to get up again, let out a scream.

He wanted to teleport there to rescue them, but the distance was too far and there was no time left!

"Ahhh!"

"It's about to hit!"

The Nackle and Pitt aliens screamed in agony, but could only watch helplessly as the sword flew toward the defenseless Pigmon.

The sharp tip of the sword was less than a meter away from its terrified eyes.

"Pig...!" The little guy closed its eyes in terror, covering its face tightly with its short paws, as if that would protect it from harm.

In that earth-shattering 0.01 seconds—

"boom!!!"

A dull thud suddenly erupted in the tavern.

The expected blood splattering did not occur.

The entire audience of aliens was stunned.

The Magma sword, powerful enough to pierce a wall, was abruptly stopped less than ten centimeters from Pigumon.

Duan Zilian had appeared in front of Pigumon without anyone noticing.

He used both hands to intercept the rapidly spinning sword in mid-air.

"Ouch...it hurts so much!"

Duan Zilian cursed and grimaced, the immense speed of the spinning motion instantly slicing his palm.

Bright red blood dripped from his fingers onto the floor, a horrifying sight.

He tossed his sword aside, shook his numb left hand, and glanced back at Pigumon, who still hadn't dared to open his eyes.

"Hey, you little rascal..." Duan Zilian gasped for breath, but still tried to soften her tone.

"You have legs, why are you just standing there like an idiot and not dodging to the side? Even a pig would grunt and run away if it encountered a flying knife, right?"

"Pigu...Pigu?"

Pigumon timidly opened one finger and stared blankly at the boy in front of him, who was radiating a warm aura of energy.

In that instant, all the noise, fighting, and roaring in the tavern seemed to be paused.

At the bar, Hong Kai was raising an oak chair, ready to smash someone, but seeing this scene, he slowly put the chair down.

Beside him, the claw of the Zettonian that had been reaching for Hong Kai's throat froze in mid-air, and finally withdrew in defeat.

The people in the universe looked at each other in bewilderment.

In this chaotic battle, the "invader" in their eyes actually used his own hands to protect the weakest of his companions at the most critical moment.

Hong Kai stood in the middle of that pile of "monsters" lying haphazardly.

He looked at the stunned aliens in the tavern and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"I told you so."

His voice was calm yet full of weight.

"We...we're really not here to cause trouble."

Chapter 111 The Lone Warrior

"Sorry, young man, I didn't know my own strength just now. Are you alright now?"

At the bar, Duan Zilian sat upright, holding a strangely colored but surprisingly delicious mixed drink.

Beside him, the once aggressive Magma alien was now nervously apologizing.

And next to it, the Metron alien who had caused all the trouble was sitting obediently side by side, looking like a doormat.

"It's okay, I already said it's just a minor scratch, you don't need to be so formal."

Duan Zilian waved her hand generously, and casually hid her bandaged left hand behind her back.

He looked at the Nackle alien skillfully mixing drinks behind the bar and couldn't help but praise him:

"Manager Nacker, this drink you made is really good, and your shaking technique is also very standard. You must have practiced for a long time, right?"

"Haha, it's nothing. I watched bartending videos for a full two weeks to master this skill."

The Nackle alien let out a hearty laugh, shaking a cocktail shaker in his hand; his practiced demeanor made it hard to believe he was an alien.

"But this kid is really something, bringing guests without saying a word beforehand, making us all think it was those hunters sneaking in..."

The Nackle alien glanced at the Metaron alien sitting next to him.

The latter, glared at by the store manager, lowered its bright yellow light bulb in grievance, like a child who had done something wrong.

The tense atmosphere in the tavern just moments before instantly transformed into a lively party.

On the other side of the long table, Hong Kai crossed his legs and was bragging wildly in front of a group of strange aliens.

"Back in the day, on planet O-50, I faced it all by myself..."

"Wow!! That's amazing!" The aliens sitting on both sides cheered in admiration, like a crazy fan club.

Meanwhile, in the sofa area not far away, Hibino Mirai was chatting with the Shapley alien in front of her with great interest.

The future was described in detail, depicting all the wonderful things on Earth. The Shapley aliens listened in a daze, forgetting to put down their wine glasses.

The scene where Daigo was in the corner was the most bizarre.

At this moment, Daigo sat upright on the floor, with the Balgi aliens and Babar aliens close to him, intently scrutinizing him from head to toe, their gazes almost burning through Daigo's uniform.

"Hmm...?" Daigo felt a chill run down his spine from their stares, and a bead of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Um... is there a problem?" Daigo asked with a forced smile.

"TPC, a member of GUTS?" Babar stroked his chin. "A pure Earthling, just an ordinary person?"

"Ah...yes, it's me," Daigo replied weakly.

"Huh? Wait a minute!" The Balgi alien suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Aren't you that guy on TV who jumps out of the plane to shoot birds?!"

"Huh?? How did you guys know?" Daigo was shocked.

The Balgi alien gave him a disdainful look and pointed to the old television set on the wall as if he were an idiot.

"Do you think we're idiots? Do you think we aliens don't watch TV?"

The Babar alien also crossed his arms and proudly raised his chin:

“Let me tell you, we have legitimate jobs on Earth! I deliver packages, and he's a construction worker. We both have legal jobs; we're not the kind of street thugs who wander around aimlessly, understand?”

"Okay, okay, I understand. My apologies..."

Daigo weakly raised his hands in surrender, but inwardly he was marveling at how the stability of Tokyo was partly due to these aliens.

……

At the bar, the Nakor alien pushed the mixed drinks to the customers next to him, poured himself a glass of water, and leaned against the counter.

"To be honest, I was really surprised when I discovered that this world also has Ultra Warriors, and it also brought back some good memories."

The Nackle alien said softly, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Actually, I should have been dead already."

Duan Zilian paused slightly in the hand holding the drink.

"But one morning, I woke up in this strange world, as if it were fate that allowed me to live here all over again."

The Nackle alien looked at the lively crowd in the tavern and was filled with emotion.

“I was tired of war, so I started looking for other wanderers like me in this city. We set up a shelter here, and I learned to mix drinks. That’s how we got by.”

"Oh, I see. Well, you're quite admirable, store manager," Duan Zilian replied with a smile, but his heart was in turmoil.

[He should have been dead already...]

These words struck him like a hammer blow; to be honest, it was really not good news.

So, could that so-called "Heavenly Scar" even transcend the boundary between life and death, bringing the departed back to reality?

That unknown entity, that crack... what does it take "life" for? A toy to be manipulated at will?

Unaware of Duan Zilian's deep thoughts, the Nackle alien reached out and gently patted the head of the Metaron alien beside him.

The Metaron alien let out a satisfied purr and rubbed against the shopkeeper's palm affectionately, like a docile big cat.

“I love watching the sunset, and so does this child. We met while watching the sunset.”

The Nackle alien laughed and said, "He said he was being hunted by space hunters and had nowhere to go, so I brought him back here."

Duan Zilian nodded silently.

He recalled how he felt watching the sunset on the Inner Mongolian grasslands.

That sunset was truly beautiful, as if it possessed the power to soothe all wounds.

……

"Then who else are the space hunters you're talking about besides the Muzhen aliens? That's why I came here to investigate them."

In a corner, Daigo finally asked the most crucial question of the trip.

Upon hearing this question, the Babar alien, who had just been boasting about his brick-moving speed, instantly turned pale.

"Ah, Space Hunter, it's actually a general term."

“They are a large and secretive organization.” The Babar alien lowered his voice, his tone revealing deep apprehension.

“They are hiding in this city… no, they may be hiding in the dark side of the whole world. They harm aliens like us who have lost their power, and sometimes they also prey on humans.”

"I really don't understand." The Balgi alien next to him sighed helplessly and took a big gulp of wine.

"We're all just pitiful creatures swept into this place by the turbulent flow of time and space, so why can't we get along? Why do we have to kill each other at a time like this?"

"Since it's an organization, there must be a leader, right?" Daigo pressed on.

"Maybe, but we don't know much. For us low-level aliens, just surviving is already a blessing." The Babar alien shook his head.

"All I know is that there is an alien among them with sharp horns. He looks very fierce, kills without blinking an eye, and is extremely cruel."

After listening, Daigo remained silent for a moment, his fists clenched tightly.

Then, the usually gentle and kind GUTS member suddenly raised his head, and a flame of protection ignited in his clear eyes.

"Don't worry." Daigo looked at the two aliens in front of him with a serious expression.

"Now that we, TPC, are here, we will absolutely not sit idly by."