Anime Crossover: Chuunibyou Diaries Come True, Everyone's Gone Mad

Even the most knowledgeable and well-traveled people were shocked.

what?

Lost?

Was the data lost?

They'd never seen anything like it before!

What the hell is this?

Based on the defense!

If this weren't the world consciousness of their world, they would have drowned it with their spit!

...

[This world's consciousness is quite interesting; it didn't inherit much of the good traits from its counterparts, but it inherited all the bad ones.]

Dostoevsky suffered from epilepsy, and his personality was both manic and depressed; his alter ego completely inherited his frailty and madness.

Gogol's literature is absurd and satirical, making it difficult to understand. Is the isotope simply an overly free little bird?

[Pushkin... never mind, this isn't Pushkin.]

Fyodor and others gave it a thumbs up.gif

As if sensing something, the bald man suddenly said:

“Mr. Dostoevsky, please address me by my surname.”

"Hmm...uh...I'll go check on the situation in Romantic Country."

The mouse quickly fled.

"Mr. Gogol—"

"The clown is flying! Flying!"

The bird quickly fled.

“Sigmar, Goncharov, you—”

call out--

The two fled in a flash, without even bothering to make an excuse.

Alexander: ? ? ?

Why don't you call me by my surname?

why?

Am I really that unpresentable?

what?

Look at me when you talk!

Look at me, you bastards!

...

But that's nothing.

[Agatha Christie's works feature so many characters who die that she's known as a 'master of murder,' so her counterpart is a shrew.]

Dickens was a master of time management and a necrophiliac; Conan Doyle, a logic-driven mystery novelist, was obsessed with spiritualism; Balzac was fond of dating wealthy women; Jane Austen contracted a disease through illicit relationships.

[Alexandre Dumas was a dissolute and extravagant father who had hundreds of mistresses and allowed his son, Alexandre Dumas fils, to use his own mistresses, which Dumas fils considered an honor.]

Rousseau changed his beliefs to make a living, enjoyed stealing and even relished the beatings that followed. He admitted to being shameless, ungrateful, vile, despicable, treacherous, and capable of any evil.

Fitzgerald, whose wife complained about his short legs, went to Hemingway for a checkup. Hemingway, after comforting his friend, went on to write about it in *A Moveable Feast*, a book full of gossip about Fitzgerald and Zelda.

[Hahaha, this part almost made me die laughing!]

"???"

"!!!"

"Hemingway!!!"

"You fucking die!"

"You [beep] [beep] [beep] [beep] [beep]!"

Fitzgerald was halfway through his madness when he was betrayed by his friend, and he immediately came to his senses.

Death is not terrible.

What's terrifying is that he suffered a complete social death!

Regardless of the truth, his image will never be cleared in the eyes of outsiders!

"Aaaaaah, Hemingway, you idiot!"

"Why? Why is this happening?!"

Why did he meet that idiot Hemingway?

Why did he seek Hemingway's opinion on the length?

Why would the leader of Guild, a wealthy man who could throw money around, encounter such an absurd and socially unacceptable situation?

Did he have a grudge against Hemingway in his past lives, or even eight hundred?!

Did he dig up Hemingway's ancestral grave or sleep with his wife?! Ugh!

...

“?砩迥?

Hemingway sneezed.

When he looked up again, he found that everyone in the conference room was ten meters away from him.

"Haha, it's not like I'm short, what are you doing?"

Unfortunately, nobody paid him any attention.

Everyone wants to stay far away from him.

--joke!

What if we become friends with this brat and he writes out their private information?

Nobody wants to be the next Fitzgerald!

Fitzgerald: I f*** you!

Hemingway's lips twitched.

"If I'm not mistaken, Miss Agatha, you're a shrew, hahaha!"

A beautiful British lady leaned on her cane, the light of her supernatural powers flickering in and out of her hand.

"Hmm~ Want to try it yourself?"

Try it and you'll die.

But the shrew is nothing to worry about.

Among those present, Alexandre Dumas fils was already blushing with embarrassment.

His neck is all red!

"I-I didn't!"

He stubbornly denied it.

But...

"Romantic Chinese, hehe~ those who know, know!"

"I'll hehe you m hehe!"

Dumas fils, utterly humiliated, immediately exploded!

"Oscar Wilde, let's go outside and talk :)"

"Huh? No way, no way. Who knows if you have any morals? What if you do something to me—"

"Who the hell would even look at a dog like you—"

"stop!"

Gorky sprang up, jumped between the two men, and held up a video camera.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! You're not going to kill anyone like this. Listen to me, let's drink five bottles of vodka to get the party started before we start fighting! I'll record this!"

Alexandre Dumas fils: "?"

Oscar Wilde: "?"

Others, especially the locals in Japan: "?"

They attacked you first!