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

“We will never condone such behavior of trampling on life, whether it is directed at humans or extraterrestrials, and we will definitely stop them.”

The Babar alien paused for a moment, then let out a sneer full of vulgarity.

"Haha, Earthling, your look is really interesting. You're just as adorably silly as those Ultra Warriors."

The Balgi aliens laughed along, but unusually refrained from making sarcastic remarks.

"Alright, then let's see how an ordinary person like you, who has no light and no ability to grow to gigantic size, can protect us."

"But let's make this clear beforehand: if you encounter any danger, just don't ask us to be your scapegoats. I don't have time to save heroes."

“It’s a deal.” Daigo smiled and extended his hand, which the two aliens shook in return.

……

In front of the bar.

Duan Zilian listened quietly as the Nackle alien recounted his past stories.

This alien, who once fought to the death with the Ultra Warriors, now speaks of past grievances in the most indifferent tone.

"So now I'm thinking, since I've been given a second chance at life, I must do something."

The Nackle alien looked at his noisy companions in the tavern with gentle eyes.

“I haven’t fought in a long time, and I don’t want to fight anymore, but… there are some things that must be done to protect these children.”

He looked at the Metaron alien next to him, and at a small figure that had somehow gotten close to Duan Zilian's legs.

Pigumon moved closer to Duan Zilian and gently rubbed against his arm.

Duan Zilian looked down at the little guy who had almost been accidentally injured by the sword.

He smiled and reached out to gently touch its slightly prickly yet warm head.

Pigumon let out a pleasant gurgling sound and comfortably squinted his eyes.

"No matter what, whether they are hunters or evil, Miyamoto and I will protect everyone."

"The Nackle alien said with a smile."

"Miyamoto Shin?" Duan Zilian repeated the name, which sounded rather childish, with some confusion.

"Yes, that's the guy who fought you the fiercest just now."

The Nackle alien pointed to the entrance of the tavern.

Duan Zilian looked in that direction.

The Baltan alien with the enormous pincers remained in that same pose, without uttering a word, ever since the battle ended.

He leaned against the shadow of the door frame like a silent warrior statue, as if wary of any danger that might come at any moment.

"He's the strongest alien we have here. I think he used to be some kind of space ninja."

The Nackle alien explained.

"He always liked to hide in the shadows and act as a sentinel to ensure our safety."

"Miyamoto, stop staring at the door. Come back to your human form and have a drink to relax."

The Nackle alien shouted towards the doorway.

"No need, conserve your energy."

A cold and abrupt response came from the shadows.

On the other side, Hong Kai also heard their conversation. He looked thoughtfully at the gatekeeper's back, then smiled slightly and turned back to continue arguing with the group of aliens.

"Tsk, he's a stubborn guy, but this kind of 'lone warrior' isn't annoying at all."

Chapter 112 A Huge Conspiracy

"She seems very aloof..."

Duan Zilian sat at the bar, sizing up the Baltan alien who leaned against the shadows at the door like a guardian deity, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Miyamoto God? What a weird, chuunibyou name... Just because he has two pincers that look like knives, he compares himself to the swordsman Miyamoto Musashi? And to add the word 'God' after it, isn't he a narcissist?"

However, despite her complaints, Duan Zilian could sense the chilling aura emanating from the other person.

In this seemingly cozy refuge, a vigilant "knight" is indeed needed.

……

The wall clock ticked away.

Before we knew it, the clock had quietly struck two in the morning.

In this underground tavern far removed from the hustle and bustle of human society, a strange sense of weariness that transcends race and grudges gradually enveloped everyone.

Everyone yawned wearily; the alcohol and the relaxation after their tense nerves had put the group of homeless people into a complete state of hibernation.

"Huh...huh..."

Kai and Mirai Hibino were sprawled on the table, fast asleep, completely unconcerned about their appearance.

Around them, the boisterous aliens were sprawled out on the tatami mats and wooden floors.

The Zarab alien was fast asleep, clutching an empty wine bottle, while the Kemur alien's long legs were curled up under the table, their snores rising and falling, weaving together into a lullaby.

The Baltan alien known as "Miyamoto-shin" maintained his aloof posture, guarding the edge of the tavern.

"It's so nice to have such a quiet moment."

Duan Zilian watched this scene, a smile playing on his lips. He leaned back on the sofa, little Pigmon curled up beside him.

Gradually, his eyelids closed, and he drifted into a deep sleep.

……

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of meters above Tokyo Bay, a huge cone-shaped spaceship hovered silently in the night sky like a ghost.

Inside the spacecraft's spacious command center, the cold stream of data contrasts sharply with a miniature projection of Earth.

"The hunters have already started; hopefully, those guys can wipe out all the insects hiding underground."

The Guts alien turned its owl-like head and chuckled as it watched the red dots flashing across the Tokyo cityscape on the screen.

"Hmph, I just don't understand why you guys have to make things so complicated!"

Beside the Guts alien, a blue alien wearing large armor slammed his fist on the control panel in extreme dissatisfaction, speaking in a furious tone.

"Why don't we just go and turn Tokyo upside down? Why bother with these underhanded tests?"

"Alien Empire, do you really think you can kill Tiga and Orb?"

The Gatsi alien turned his head and mocked mercilessly.

"Isn't that obvious? Do you think I can't even beat those two cripples?"

The alien from the Empire, enraged, pointed at himself.

“Sometimes, I really admire your brainless arrogance.” The Gatsi alien snorted and walked to the window.

"Even if you can defeat Tiga and Orb, what about the original Ultraman? He just appeared out of nowhere!"

"The world is more complex than we imagine. How do you know if there are other Ultramen hiding somewhere in this world?"

"Tch..." The Empire alien curled his lip in a guilty manner, but remained stubborn.

"When the King comes out, defeating them will be a piece of cake, won't it?"

"The power of [King] has not yet fully recovered. The creation of the Super Beast requires the extremely strong [despair] and [malice] of the humans on this planet as nourishment."

"Before that, we must thoroughly muddy the waters."

Behind their argument, a deep, elegant, yet endlessly seductive voice slowly rose.

A tall, slender figure, entirely in black, slowly emerged from the shadows.

He was like a demonic butler in control of everything, exuding an oppressive aura of strategic planning with every gesture.

Mefilas aliens.

“Mefilas, the one I want to talk about the most is you!” The Alien from the Empire turned around, pointed at him, and questioned him.

"Why should we agree to let that madman go to Tokyo? You know his unpredictable temper; he's practically an uncontrollable bomb! Can you guarantee that things won't get out of control?"

"Don't worry." The Mefilas alien elegantly spread his hands.

"He is an extremely powerful force, and as far as I know, his relationship with that man named Hong Kai is extremely bad."

"Perhaps we can use him to get rid of Orb, which would be a sure-fire way for us to make money."

A sinister smile, as if he had everything under control, seemed to appear on his wicked face.

"Everything is going according to plan."

"Hmph, I hope your plan works, or you end up shooting yourself in the foot."

The alien from the Empire gave a sarcastic remark.

Mefilas turned around and looked down at the brightly lit Tokyo.

"At this critical moment, everyone is working hard for the revival of the King, so we must not let our internal harmony fester."

The alien from Mefilas turned around, rubbed his hands together, and looked at his two colleagues in front of him, his tone as gentle as a philanthropist.

He talked about unity, but no one in the universe could see the cunning plan hidden deep in his heart that was enough to overturn everything.

This is a huge conspiracy.

……

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the narrow ventilation shafts of Kabukicho, revealing the city's awakening.

Duan Zilian woke up very early.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up from the sofa.

Looking around, the aliens were still scattered on the ground, asleep. A glistening liquid was visible at the corner of Kai's mouth, as if he were dreaming of something wonderful.

Daigo had already quietly left before dawn because he was on an investigation mission, since his white uniform was too conspicuous in the aliens' den.

So, it seems that he's the only one still awake in the entire hall right now.

He yawned, picked up the brand-new toothbrush and water cup that the Nackle aliens had prepared in advance the night before, and tiptoed toward the washroom.

He stopped as he passed through the ventilation shaft leading to the ground.

Not far away, in the dusty beam of light by the blinds, Miyamoto stood silently.

His gaze swept past the neon lights that were still burning in Shinjuku, and pierced straight towards the nascent red glow on the horizon.

Its silhouette appears somewhat lonely, like a statue forgotten in bygone days.

Sensing the footsteps, the Baltan alien turned his head slightly.

"Hi, good morning, Mr. Miyamoto."

Duan Zilian raised her toothbrush and casually greeted him.

"..."

The Baltan alien merely glanced at him indifferently before turning away coldly to continue staring at the small patch of sky.

"What a cold guy... Can someone with such a quiet and unassuming personality really survive in such a lively group of aliens?"

Duan Zilian muttered something, but he didn't pay much attention to it and walked into the washroom with his water glass.

Turning on the tap, the icy water splashed on her face, completely waking Duan Zilian up.

He brushed his teeth while looking at himself in the mirror.

"Last night, when I was about to go to sleep, I overheard Mirai-san and Kai-san whispering, it sounded like they were going to cause trouble for those space hunters today..."

Duan Zilian spat out the foam from her mouth, rinsed her mouth, and sighed helplessly in her heart.

"Sigh, what happened to the Tokyo trip? What happened to taking photos at Shibuya Crossing? In the end, our first stop was the Alien Bar, and the second stop was going to crawl through the sewers to find a killer?"

"As expected, I'm destined to be a workaholic. Working part-time as a giant... it's the most ridiculous job in the world."

However, this disappointment only lasted a few seconds before he looked at himself in the mirror and smiled helplessly.

"Whatever, who would have thought that Tokyo, a city of great stature, would harbor so much trouble? Even as a tourist, I can run into criminal gangs. I guess I'm just an unlucky guy blessed by the god of misfortune."