Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

Author: A Salty Fish Who Slacks Off Every Day

Introduction:

He transmigrated to a crossover anime world, inherited his family's shrine, and was also bound to an exorcism system.

Kujo Tetsu felt that his life from now on would be a life of a young master who sees ghosts every day, lives off women, and falls in love with beautiful girls.

As we all know, crossover anime is just the background, the supernatural is just a part of flirting, and only the everyday romance is real.

but--

Seeing Yukino Yukinoshita glaring at him angrily, Toru Kujo put down his hand that was giving her a massage and covered his nose in disgust.

"Under the snow, you have a certain smell!"

Book 1: Chapter 1 Who threw the Coke?!

"Are high school students under so much pressure these days?"

On the school's rooftop, a boy stood with one foot on the edge, looking down at the courtyard below.

It was time for school to let out, and students wearing black blazers and white shirts were walking out of the school building in small groups.

From this angle, it always reminds Kujo Toru of when he was a child, squatting on the ground watching ants.

The ants, like students today, only focus on what's in front of them.

Completely unaware, right above them, a bored fellow was watching them.

boo.

With a soft popping sound, Toru Kujo knocked on the tab of the cola, took a sip, and squinted his eyes.

"I understand the reasoning. After all, the deviation value of the General Martial Arts High School is quite high, and I can understand the pressure of studying."

"But no matter what, this level of 'filth' is a bit too much, isn't it?"

In his line of sight, a thick, murky black fog rose from above each student's head.

It penetrates the wall and ignores the breeze.

It gathered steadily and slowly in the sky above the atrium.

However, the students were completely unaware of this.

Just like the ant colony being observed.

This is 【filth】.

It originates from the negative emotions deep within everyone's heart.

The stronger the "filth," the more it can stir up negative emotions within, and these negative emotions, in turn, allow the "filth" to grow.

This cycle repeats until a certain limit is exceeded, at which point the "filth" will transition to the next stage.

At that time, new "ghost stories" or "monsters" will be born from them.

The setting sun was as red as blood.

It's almost 5 p.m.

The second movement of "From the New World" was already playing in the streets, urging the children to go home.

The black mist surged and shifted unpredictably.

Suddenly, a huge eye appeared from it.

He stared intently at Kujo Toru.

A barrage of negative emotions assaulted him.

irritable.

[Ugh, why isn't school over yet? And why does the teacher have so much to say!]

Hey.

[I hate it so much, I hate it so much, why does everyone like her!]

anxiety.

I didn't do well on the midterm exams, and I'm going to get scolded by my parents when I get home!

Ultimately, these thoughts coalesced into a single idea within me—

Die.

Death brings liberation.

The black mist quietly condensed and took on a specific shape.

It was the image of a beautiful woman, with a graceful and ethereal figure, shrouded in a black veil of mist, her face obscured.

Floating in mid-air, holding a ghostly lamp in his hand.

What was inside the lantern was not candlelight, but a strange, large eye, which was staring intently at Kujo Toru.

"Don't look at me like that, it's disgusting."

Kujo Toru showed a look of disgust on his face.

He glanced at the half-finished Coke in his hand and casually tossed it away.

The bright red can traced a perfect parabola in the air, and the brownish liquid scattered out in all directions.

It all splashed onto the woman in the black veil.

Sizzle.

Like water droplets falling into a hot oil pan, or like snow meeting the scorching sun.

Large swaths of form dissolved, turning back into mist and dissipating in the surroundings.

It eventually vanished without a trace.

It was as if they had never existed.

The students below remained oblivious to all of this, continuing to leave school or attend club activities.

In one of the empty classrooms, a girl sitting quietly reading a book turned her head to look out the window.

I saw the can of Coke fall from the sky and slide out of my sight.

Then, a furious roar from a girl, filled with murderous intent, echoed throughout the campus:

"Which bastard threw that half-finished can of Coke from upstairs?!"

Oh dear, some unlucky guy got hit.

Kujo Toru, without any intention of reflecting on his actions, focused his mind and opened the system panel:

[The beginner-level ghost story "Fog Lamp" has been retrieved]

[Level increased, 1 skill point gained]

[Skill proficiency is maxed out; further improvement is not possible]

Feeling his spiritual power increase slightly, Kujo Toru shook his arms, picked up his backpack, and turned to leave.

Mist-Attracting Lantern, one of the Hundred Demons, a low-level monster.

According to the family heirloom "Collection of One Hundred Ghosts", the Fog-Attracting Lamp is formed from the resentment of those who accidentally fall off cliffs and die violently. It likes to lure others off cliffs in the fog at dawn and dusk.

Unfortunately, what Kujo Toru fears least is this kind of yokai that only seduce people.

If it were any other monster with fighting abilities, the commotion today would probably be much bigger, and he wouldn't have been able to get away with it so easily.

I got some experience points for free; I'm really lucky today.

Kujo Toru was in a good mood and started humming a little tune.

My mood was even better after seeing my character panel.

[Level]: LV7

[Basic Skills]: Spellcasting [Exorcism Spell] (Proficiency Maxed), Swordsmanship [Exorcism Shinto Style] (Proficiency Maxed)

Skill Points: 1

These days, it's incredibly difficult to find a wild ghost story or vengeful spirit to help you with your spiritual practice.

I've been grinding for almost three months to finally reach the maximum level.

Back then, he was a corporate slave in another world, working overtime until midnight and driving home. Then, he encountered a major accident on the national highway, fought with all his might but ultimately failed, suffering heavy damage from being hit by a dump truck, and was reincarnated into the neon lights of this world.

Good news! In this life, my family owns a shrine in the central district of Chiba City, and I'm an only child. All I have to do is lie back and wait to inherit the family business; I don't have to work anymore.

The bad news is that last year, my parents also encountered a stroke of luck on their way back to their hometown, but they were defeated. I don't know if they will have a chance to be reincarnated into their original world.

Kujo Toru, who had originally planned to live a carefree life as a young master, was forced to take over his family's shrine, Seifu Taisha.

With only a high school student serving as the priest, who would come to worship at the shrine?

The more than 200,000 yen in offerings he received over the past year were all thanks to the support of his neighbors who came to worship him.

What can you do with that little bit of money in Chiba City? You can't even afford a meal!

Just as he was preparing to sell the land of his family's shrine to a real estate developer and take the money back to his rural hometown to live a life of retirement, the system arrived.

It was at this moment that a large door opened wide for him.

On this side of the door, solid physical and mathematical laws form the foundation of the world; monsters, ghost stories, and gods are nothing more than old tales.

On the other side of the door, however, they truly exist and thrive, dancing with people.

Standing in the middle, Toru Kujo, after thinking for a few seconds, stepped to the other side without hesitation.

He had had enough of the monotonous, ordinary life in his previous life.

"Forget it, let's go home. Tomorrow is the start of the weekend, and the shrine should be open for business soon."

Shaking his arms, Kujo Toru picked up his schoolbag, ready to leave the rooftop.

There are a lot of troublesome things to do before a shrine can open for business, such as preparing things like ema (votive plaques), shinko (fortune slips), omamori (amulet items), shoji (purification paper offerings), and shuin (stamps).

He doesn't have any spare money to hire shrine maidens part-time right now, so he has to do it himself.

Just then, the sound of high heels pounding on the floor came from the other side of the stairs.

His imposing presence reminded him of a general charging straight into the enemy ranks on horseback.

Immediately afterwards, a white lab coat came into view, fluttering in the wind.

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Volume 1: Chapter 2 The Moment of Twilight

Beneath the white lab coat, a tight-fitting suit vest perfectly accentuated the man's mature physique, with his chest pushed up high and his slender waistline accentuated by the cropped trousers that couldn't conceal the fullness of his thighs.

With long, straight black hair reaching her calves, exquisite features, and exceptional temperament, she was an absolute beauty.

Japanese literature teacher, Shizuka Hiratsuka.

He also serves as the life guidance teacher for Kujo Toru's class.

In other words, this is his homeroom teacher.

"Kujo?!"

When Hiratsuka Shizuka saw Kujo Toru, her brows furrowed slightly involuntarily.

"Why are you still on the rooftop at this hour? Why aren't you home? I remember you don't participate in any clubs."

"I just thought the scenery here was nice, so I enjoyed it for a while."

Faced with the homeroom teacher's questioning, Kujo Toru responded naturally, as if he were stating the truth.

"is it?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at him suspiciously, her intuition telling her that things weren't that simple.