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

"...I think you, Boss, won't give up on the rescue, right?"

"Of course! I will save them no matter what!"

"That's enough... Incubator!"

This time, the Vongola was truly enraged!

213 Valpugis Night!

Time flies by.

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

April 30th.

This is an ordinary holiday.

In the past, ordinary people paid no attention to this festival.

A small number of religious people hold ceremonies at this time.

Magicians in the magical world regard it as a day no less important than the New Year.

Today is especially unique.

Starting a few days ago, ordinary people without combat capabilities have been preparing to move into the nearest air-raid shelters to avoid being harmed by the aftermath of the battle.

As a result, most of the buildings were left empty.

These buildings could very well become battlefields!

Some important buildings that were truly impossible to relocate were fortified with robust defenses, built using the combined abilities of all the strongest individuals and various other means.

It's not that they're carefree or unwilling to put in the effort to relocate.

Instead,

If these defensive measures, which they have spent so much time, energy and effort to create, are destroyed in the battle, then it can only mean that they have little hope (shrug).

Among them, the two most important places are undoubtedly the training island and the technology island.

Let's leave aside the science and technology island for now.

The situation hasn't reached the point where researchers absolutely need to step up and take the lead.

Sending scientists to the battlefield?

That would only happen if the brainstem was lost.

As for the training island, with many combat forces scattered around, it should theoretically be quieter than usual.

However, in reality, while the island isn't overcrowded, it's not exactly packed with people either.

Hiroki Sawada, Edgar Allan Poe, Arthur Conan Doyle, Fyodor, Mrs. Tamayo, Tatara Totsuka, Shinichi Kudo...

The reason they gathered here is quite simple.

Scientists can't go to the battlefield, but what about writers, commanders, pharmacists, family members of important soldiers, and other important figures...? Are they allowed to go to the front lines?

That's an enormous waste!

For example, Conan Doyle, although not completely powerless, as one of the commanders, and with a support-oriented ability, could not possibly stand in front of the witch and fight her head-on.

On the front lines, one more or one less of him makes no difference.

Instead of sending him to his death, we should make the most of him.

Global Commander!

For example, at this moment, Conan Doyle was surrounded by countless folders, and there were many screens facing him.

among them.

The folders mostly contain various plans created by pooling the wisdom of everyone involved.

As the saying goes, plans can never keep up with changes.

However, rushing into battle without any planning would be an even greater waste!

Similarly, the screen in front of him also serves a different purpose.

One of the screens is covered with a dense array of green dots, with a few red dots.

It's not that there are fewer red dots, but rather that they are all clustered together, crowded together, appearing in large numbers, so at first glance, their numbers are naturally less than the green dots scattered across the screen like grids.

Conan Doyle frowned, then quickly relaxed, a hint of relief in his eyes.

After carefully examining the positions of the red and green dots on the map, he turned his head and said, "Mr. Clow Reed, please move the main position to, Japan Island."

The camera zooms out.

In addition to the few screens in front of him, there were dozens of other screens facing him in a concave shape.

Under each screen, two or three staff members are constantly monitoring and recording data.

Behind Conan Doyle was a large, long table.

There were also many documents on the long table, stacked up to half a person's height.

There were twenty or thirty people scattered around the long table, some sitting and some standing.

Upon hearing Conan Doyle's words, several people from Japan immediately realized what he meant, their eyes filled with seriousness.

They couldn't help but wonder, what the hell did Japan do to deserve this?

Why is it so popular?

First there was Brain Flower Sauce and Tengen Shonin plotting for a thousand years, then there was the Grim Reaper and Beika Town causing trouble, followed by several world cornerstones hiding in Japan, and then there were the Hachihara Youkai and the Void Clan...

Good guy!

A whole bunch of them went to Japan!

No wonder people say Japan is plagued by disasters!

Now it's even worse; the battle against the witch has been moved directly to Neon Island!

Brilliant!

They couldn't help but grit their teeth and give a thumbs up.

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If Bai Ze knew their doubts and indignation, he would definitely reply:

Who can blame us when this world is full of Japanese anime and manga!

Kusuo Saiki, Kusuke Saiki, Tsunayoshi Sawada, Shinichi Kudo, Murder Tennis, Super Basketball... so many amazing characters have emerged, and naturally they must also bear that responsibility.

Perhaps this is what they mean by 'with great power comes great responsibility'.

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Everything has a traceable path.

Having gained some advantages, it is only reasonable to make up for them in other ways.

Moreover.

When it comes to magical girls, where can you find a place with the flourishing magical girl culture of Japan?

So it makes sense that witches and incubators gather in Japan, right?

Very reasonable!

That couldn't be more reasonable!

However, they did consider that the main battlefield might be in Japan.

The plan still includes several Japanese operation plans.

However, some people are fundamentally opposed to fighting in their hometown, while others think, "Why can't I do it in my hometown? Does that mean they look down on me?"

Well, let's just ignore the latter.

In short, most people's attention is still focused on the lands of a few major countries.

But with time running out, the numerous incubators whose whereabouts were marked with red dots after being caught in the gourd were still gathered in the neon area, so they had no choice but to quickly shift their forces.

No matter where the main battlefield is, they will fight to the death to annihilate the Incubator race and their subordinates!

Tokyo.

Suoh Mikoto, the Red King, smiled coldly, remaining in the neon-lit city because the Dresden slab could not be moved.

Ding bell~

The decorative chains, typical of delinquent youths, rattled as they clattered back and forth.

Suoh Mikoto lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then exhaled.

The air was filled with smoke.

A fiery red aura gradually rose, coiling around the youth, swirling, breaking through the air, and creating a wave of air.

Move your eyes upward.