Crossover anime, a daily life that begins with hunting supernatural beings.

Crossover Anime, My Daily Life Starting with Hunting Supernatural Beings Author: Xiao Liyan

Summary:

The so-called supernatural exists in the opposite of reality.

Behind this modern society lies a bizarre and fantastical world that even modern science cannot explain.

Another world, composed of the unknown, the terrifying, the bizarre, the strange and the grotesque, which is too much for humans to look at directly.

Behind the ghost stories of the dead rising from the dead lies a fallen god sealed away, sacrificed young girls...

The cursed game of Sachiko, known as happiness, at the long-abandoned Tenjin Elementary School...

A demon among demons, entrenched in the capital, hiding in the world and controlling humanity...

A cursed video that will kill you on the seventh day after you watch it...

Hanako waits in the toilet for someone to knock on the door...

A slit-mouthed woman wanders the streets, wielding scissors...

An eight-foot-tall adult peers through the window of a child's bedroom...

Miss Mary dialed your number...

The person outside the mirror is crying, while the person inside is smiling.

Walking through a supernatural world where common sense has collapsed, what does this visitor from another world, somewhere between humans and other beings, see?

Keywords: The Girl Who Can See Us, We Never Learn, Dark Gathering, School Days, Nurarihyon no Mago, Corpse Party, Ga-Rei: Zero, ID: Invaded, Ranpo Kitan...

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1. Visitors from Another World

The fairly bright sunlight barely managed to penetrate the dark, frosted glass and fall onto the desk.

In the bedroom, Sakurai Eito sat at his desk, quietly looking at the series of school supplies neatly arranged in a certain order. Then, as usual, he pulled out a white candle that was all left from under the desk.

The candle was lit, and with the help of the flickering candlelight and the dim sunlight, I could finally make out everything in the room.

He casually took out a not-too-thick notebook from the locked drawer.

He tore off the first page of the diary, and judging from its significantly thinner thickness compared to a normal notebook, this wasn't the first time he'd done this.

The hasty yet forceful handwriting was printed on the clean white paper. Finally, Sakurai, his eyes gleaming, looked at the two lines of writing he had personally penned, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly.

After a long while, he suppressed the smile that had been twitching his muscles. Not showing the diary to anyone else, he pressed the page close to the flickering candlelight until the flames swallowed the words and finally turned it into ashes. He swept the ashes into the trash can, breathed a silent sigh of relief, and gently blew out the candlelight.

"I'm going to be late for class."

Reminding himself of this, Sakurai quickly tidied himself up after putting away the candles and then fully waking up. He pushed open the door of his single apartment and walked straight down the stairs.

He completely ignored the indifferent looks from his neighbors along the way.

To most people, he might indeed be considered an oddball.

There are more convenient elevators available, but they are left unused, and instead, people choose the time-consuming stairs to go up and down every day.

He was so serious and unsmiling, like a robot without any emotional plugins, that he didn't bother to acknowledge the neighbors who passed by.

The country's etiquette was less important to him than a pebble on the roadside.

Well, that seems to be the obvious thing, since he's not from this world.

Just a month ago, he was just an ordinary yet extraordinary person in another world.

Who knows, besides the fact that I came from another world and that both of my "selves" are dead, I can't remember anything else.

It was as if the memory was blank when he woke up after a hangover; he had lost most of his memories.

He can't even remember who he is anymore.

Over the past month, he has gradually begun to get used to life in this world.

Although there are still many things that are excessively incompatible with reality, at least we can survive, right?

All of this is thanks to that overly responsible, icy teacher.

I seem to have gone off on a tangent. If I keep letting my mind wander like this, I'll really be late. Realizing this, Sakurai subconsciously tugged at his collar and quickened his pace.

Fortunately, his current apartment is unexpectedly close to the school, and...

Before he came into this world, I paid off the rent for the next three years in one go.

It's so great not having to worry about rent.

Honestly, would anyone really be willing to rent their house to a minor for three years, especially considering that all expenses, including utilities and other costs, are included?

Even the penalty for breach of contract is unilaterally directed at the landlord.

The landlord is definitely out of his mind.

That's what Sakurai thinks.

Thinking back to the first day he arrived in this world, the contract he found in a drawer while gathering intelligence, even now, he still feels...

[Surprised] and [incomprehensible].

After he had learned a few survival skills, he tried to dial the landlord's phone number, which was a string of almost gibberish, from a public phone, and predictably, he couldn't get through.

Bustling streets, throngs of pedestrians, and the familiarity of modern society.

what...

What a peaceful world.

"No matter what, it's really great to be able to live peacefully."

After a while of lost in thought, Sakurai, without pausing for a moment, sighed sincerely.

Yes, for him who has died twice, the two remnants have come together to form a new life.

Being able to live peacefully is already a blessing.

Therefore, he would never tolerate anyone who tried to stop this kind of daily routine.

Then, the consequence of saying such a thing was that he was given a respectful but distant look by passersby.

Keep your distance and mind your own business; this is the instinct and norm for surviving in this country.

Ignoring the surprised looks from passersby, Sakurai quickened his pace and strode towards the school.

Even he feels uncomfortable because of other people's gazes...

I'm sorry.

Even though it was only a tiny bit.

......

......

"Great, I finally made it."

He casually wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and after a minute of grueling sprint, his face flushed, he barely managed to step through the school gate before the security guard closed it.

Sakurai and the security guard smiled sheepishly, and then...

I quickened my pace and hurried toward the classroom.

Ichinose Academy, one of the top high schools in the area, recently completed a merger and expansion with several nearby schools that had closed down.

It was also the university he attended, and Class B of the first year was the class he was in.

As a seasoned punctuality worker, Sakurai arrives at school ten seconds before the bell rings, using those ten seconds to sit down in the back row by the window, put down his bag, and take out the world history textbook he will use for the next class.

Then...

As the school bell rang, a stunningly beautiful teacher with long, cherry-blossom-colored hair, dressed in a dark business suit and a dark pencil skirt, stepped into the classroom carrying her lesson plan.

After circling the teacher once, the teacher finally focused his gaze on the upright-sitting Sakurai, and then began today's lesson.

In the blink of an eye, the school bell rang, signaling the end of the school term. Finally...

has it ended?

Exhausted, as if he had just run a half marathon, Sakurai quickly stuffed his textbooks into his bag and was the first to rush out of the classroom.

This might be a bit embarrassing for people from another world, but the truly tragic thing is...

Sakurai had to admit that, coming from another world, he was completely clueless about school—he was only half as good as anyone else.

I have absolutely no motivation.

His classes were like reading gibberish; the teachers' patient and persuasive instruction went in one ear and out the other. That was his daily routine.

2. My savior is Kirisu Mafuyu.

In this country, there is a number called deviation value used to measure academic ability.

A higher deviation score indicates a better grade, which in turn makes it easier to get into a better university.

For schools, there is also the concept of deviation value.

In this city, the deviation score is far higher than the median of 50 points, and even infinitely close to 60 points. With abundant funding and teaching resources, this is the most apt description of Ichinose High School.

However, even though they attended a very good high school with very responsible teachers, there were still some underachievers who dragged the class down.

Sakurai was one of these guys who dragged the team down.

He was one of the culprits that prevented Ichinose High School from achieving a deviation score of 60.

Compared to others, he lacked more than ten years of knowledge accumulation, and he didn't want to spend time studying.

This means being ranked near the bottom of the grade.

Alright, class time is over, and now it's finally time for some wonderful free time!

What should we eat today?

Ramen is definitely the best.