I was transported by the 100-ton Wang Chuangfei and became a plasma spark spirit?

Li Qingyang was genuinely amazed. The painting was so realistic! If he wasn't absolutely certain that he had unleashed a powerful attack from high above, he would probably be wondering if the painter had been watching his backside right there at the time.

He scrolled down with great interest, wanting to see which amazing artist had painted it.

Then, the young man's handsome face froze, and his pupils dilated.

The girl in the photo has fair skin and slightly upturned phoenix eyes that exude a mature charm beyond her years. Just by looking quietly at the camera, she has an ethereal quality that makes her feel detached from the world.

Artist: Shiina Mashiro...

The muscles on the black-haired boy's face twitched violently, and his expression gradually became distorted.

TMD!

This crossover anime world is truly outrageous!

How could I have imagined that you would sew in such an ancient anime as Sakura-sou!

Little ghost girl, speak!

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The door to the infirmary was gently closed. After taking the school uniform measurements, Mrs. Kato seemed to suddenly remember something and let out a soft "ah".

The gentle and virtuous lady wore a perfectly timed smile, her gaze shifting between her daughter and Li Qingyang.

“I suddenly remembered that I still have some things to buy. Xiaohui and Li Jun, why don’t you two young people walk around the campus together? It’s a good way to get familiar with the new school environment beforehand.”

Stop, Auntie, stop. You're being a bit too deliberate.

At over thirty years old, Li Qingyang was certainly not some hot-blooded fool or blockhead. Listening to Mrs. Kato's words, which were clearly meant to create an opportunity for him and his daughter to be alone, he felt a little lost.

This red thread has crossed a somewhat dimensional barrier.

How can people who are destined to be separated by dimensions ever come together, Auntie...?

Okay.

Kato Megumi calmly agreed, waving her little hand as she watched Mrs. Kato leave with a smile on her face, before turning to look at the boy beside her.

"Let's go, Mr. Li."

Her voice was as gentle as ever, seemingly oblivious to her mother's unspoken meaning, without a trace of shyness or awkwardness.

彳。

In this life, one must learn to go with the flow, so let's go for a stroll.

The two walked side by side on the campus of Zongwu High School. The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled light on the ground.

Kato Megumi had clearly done her homework, and would occasionally whisper her explanations to Li Qingyang.

"This is the central courtyard, which I've heard is very popular."

Looking at the open space surrounded by teaching buildings, the words "Holy Land of Reality" automatically popped into Li Qingyang's mind.

Ugh, a place with no future.

"That looks like a special building, with many club activity rooms."

Oh, clubs...

Li Qingyang's heart stirred; he actually quite wanted to make a pilgrimage to the legendary Service Department Activity Room.

Unfortunately, we didn't know the exact location, so we had to give up.

Time flows at a leisurely pace on campus. From the playground to the gymnasium, and then back to the teaching building, by the time they have finished their tour, it is almost time to leave.

The boys and girls walked out of the school gate, chatting and laughing, in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, and headed towards their apartments along the street.

At the same moment, it was also the same time that the poem was written.

Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

The clear sky, with its leisurely white clouds, was suddenly struck as if by an invisible finger, and a discordant ripple abruptly spread out.

At first, it was just a slight ripple, but in an instant, the fluctuations twisted and expanded rapidly, as if the entire structure of the sky was being torn apart in agony.

Before the people below could even notice, a sharp, piercing sound, like tearing silk, resounded through the sky.

Space was forcibly torn open into a bottomless vortex with eerie electric light flashing at its edges.

A ferocious, enormous silhouette burst forth, breaking free from the constraints of the other dimension without any hesitation. With the force of a thousand pounds, enough to crush mountains, it crashed precisely into the central building complex of the Yasukuni Shrine below, like a falling meteor.

"——!!!"

The moment the impact occurred, the sound vanished, and the entire world seemed to be pulled into a strange vacuum.

The sound was left far behind, along with the wailing of the air and the sound of everything collapsing, all mercilessly thrown aside by the shockwave that exceeded all limits.

The shrine's main hall, worship hall, and all its surrounding ancillary facilities were as fragile as sandcastles before that absolute power, instantly crushed, pulverized, and evaporated.

The sturdy stone torii gate couldn't withstand the impact for even a second, turning into dust at the very point of impact.

Immediately afterwards, the devastating shockwave transformed into a wall of death, a mixture of dust, debris, and air currents, spreading wildly in all directions.

"boom--!!!"

The earth undulated violently like waves, and the consciousness of countless tourists and staff froze when they saw the all-consuming shadow and white light. They were wiped out of the world before they could even scream.

An elderly cleaning worker, who was complaining about the endless fallen leaves one second ago, suddenly found his entire world filled with falling giants and bursts of pure light the next.

The extreme terror didn't even have time to form a complete thought in his mind before his consciousness returned to eternal nothingness.

Amidst the devastated ruins, the transparent monster named Nelonga slowly rose to its feet.

The weight of 6 tons treads on land stained with the blood of countless lives, each step triggering a new round of collapse.

Blinding arcs of electricity leaped wildly across the giant horn at the tip of its nose, and its enormous eyeballs burned with a fury and hatred that sought to consume the entire world.

"Roar--!!!"

The enormous mouth, filled with sharp teeth, suddenly opened, letting out a deafening roar.

The roar that tore through the air instantly transformed into an invisible shockwave, sweeping across several kilometers and instantly crushing the glass curtain walls of all the high-rise buildings within range into dust!

Before they even knew what had happened, countless people collapsed to the ground, clutching their ears in agony, blood gushing from between their fingers.

The transformer bag around Nelongga's neck bulged violently, and the two prominent horns on his head began to gather destructive silver-white lightning, aimed at all the surviving buildings around him.

The next second, Tyrant's electric shock erupted from Zheng Rong's two horns, transforming into a pale blue torrent of death.

Wherever the torrent touched, the asphalt road instantly melted and boiled, and the steel guardrails along the roadside vaporized.

A thick bolt of lightning swept across the building, and the massive commercial tower snapped in two, its upper half crashing down into the street below.

In an instant, the entire city was plunged into apocalyptic chaos.

The air raid siren arrived late, its sharp sound easily drowned out by the roar of the monster and the sound of buildings collapsing.

This monster may have been of average strength in its previous life, but after being resurrected by the Dark Shadow Mage using evil magic, it gained a powerful force capable of destroying the world!

That's really awesome!

How could this Yasukuni Shrine, which worships countless sins, not have its mouth and teeth destroyed in one blow!

It's easy, absolutely possible!

The real-time satellite images were chilling. The complex, which housed countless war criminals and was despised by the entire East Asia but revered as a spiritual totem by right-wing forces, had been completely reduced to a giant crater belching black smoke.

Deep underground, less than two kilometers from Yasukuni Shrine, lies a high-tech underground fortress unknown to most ordinary people in Japan. This is where Japanese defense officers conduct military command activities.

A frenzied tremor spread from above. The high-ranking officials of the Japanese Ministry of Defense, who had just finished a meeting regarding the MAC team's operational guidelines, immediately gathered on the spot. Seeing Yasukuni Shrine being so desecrated on the screen, they did not feel any condolences for it for a moment; their eyes were filled with uncontrollable rage.

This trampling on and blatant humiliation of national sovereignty is far worse than destroying a skyscraper.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Supreme Commander ordered the newly formed MAC team to launch an immediate attack.

Located in Chiyoda Ward, at a military base established during the year of the monster disaster brought by the space vortex, a team of elite soldiers selected from the Self-Defense Forces had just finished recording the MAC team's file information when they were ordered to set off immediately.

The MAC squadron roared into the sky, their cutting-edge fighter jets carrying humanity's hopes in the fight against the monsters, tearing through the clouds and speeding away!

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Transcending the Iron Age, I Am a Nuclear Bomb Sword Immortal

After my glorious retirement, I, Danqiong, just want to be a quiet, laid-back player of "Starry Sky Railway".

My daily routine is simple: watch plays, have fun, and incidentally pay homage to the most sacred trash can in the entire universe.

But trouble always comes uninvited.

Antimatter Legion? Perfect, let me warm up and show them what a "nuclear swordsman" is like—for example, throwing the sword in my hand like a nuclear bomb.

As for those seven mysterious cards with heroic spirits drawn on them in my pocket... who knows if using them will draw a goddess or a horse? The risk is too high, so I'll pass.

I thought I could use these skills to slack off peacefully, but I found that the most troublesome thing in this game is not the monsters, but these increasingly strange female protagonists.

The energetic girl on the train, the mysterious star core hunter, the icy genius on the space station... Why do they all look at me like they want to kidnap me?

Hey, you've got the wrong script!

I only want to play large-scale single-player RPGs, I never thought I'd get involved in otome games!

Main text: Chapter 70 The MAC team is wiped out, the shrine and the Imperial Palace are destroyed (hold your breath... grief, Zoffy has arrived!)

The drivers of this special response unit are all ace pilots handpicked from among the Self-Defense Forces. At this moment, they are piloting the pinnacle of Japanese military technology, rushing headlong into the heart of the disaster.

The most elite soldiers and the most cutting-edge military technology—this is known to be the pinnacle of Japan's military power!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

Dozens of high-explosive missiles, trailing long plumes of flame, rained down on Nelongga's massive body from different angles, causing it to explode with a deafening roar!

The deafening explosions continued, and orange-red fireballs burst forth one after another, raising thick, billowing smoke that blotted out the sky and completely engulfed the monster's figure!

However, as the thick smoke dissipated slightly, a suffocating scene unfolded.

Nelongga still stands in the center of the ruins. Although its tough skin is covered with large areas of charred marks, it is only charred—there is no real wound on it. It is as if the devastating missile bombardment just now only gave it a comical tan.

Then, the roles of offense and defense were reversed.

The next second after the thick smoke dissipated, the transparent monster suddenly opened its massive jaws and let out an angry roar that shook the very air.

"Sizzle—!"

A burst of violent lightning shot out from its two prominent horns, tearing through the sky and precisely sweeping across the MAC fighter formation that was conducting its second attack.

"boom!"

A fighter jet disintegrated in mid-air, turning into a dazzling yet deadly fireball, its wreckage whistling and falling helplessly amidst black smoke.

The other fighter jets frantically tried to evade, but were still struck by the chaotic electric arcs, their wings melted, and their systems malfunctioned.

"Bang! Boom!"

Fighter jets, trailing thick smoke, spiraled down to the ground, triggering a new wave of chain explosions in the city...

Just one counterattack.

In the blink of an eye, the already weakened air power of the Japanese military collapsed and disintegrated.

These elite pilots, handpicked from among the Self-Defense Forces' best, were doomed the moment they were hit. Neronga's lightning strikes destroyed their aircraft's systems, rendering their ejection attempts futile despite pressing the ejection buttons repeatedly. In despair, they crashed their planes and perished...

The pinnacle of Japanese military power, annihilated.

The blazing firelight between the high-rise buildings illuminated the desperate, distorted faces of the survivors as they desperately fled towards the shelter.

"?!"

On the streets of Chiba, Li Qingyang suddenly stopped and then subconsciously turned to look in the direction of Tokyo.

With their senses greatly enhanced, they were able to detect the anomaly coming from afar with extreme sensitivity.

The bob-haired girl, walking side by side with the boy, noticed that he had fallen a few steps behind and turned back with some confusion: "Li-kun?"

Almost at the same instant, the ground beneath our feet began to shake slightly and continuously.

Immediately afterwards, a series of muffled, thunderous booms rolled in from the direction of Tokyo.

"Boom!"