Abnormal Moon

Abnormal Moon

Author: Like Sunshine

Summary:

This is a crossover anime/manga series with an infinite flow theme, starting with Type-Moon and later involving Senki Shurato, Jujutsu Kaisen, Overlord, and others.

The earth died, the sky was obscured, and a filthy curse spread across the globe. Monsters roared in the wild, evil spirits lurked in the shadows, cursed spirits hid in the darkness, demons were arrogant in hell, and corrupted Servants patrolled their territories... Humanity suffered a great defeat, and the world's population dwindled to less than one-hundredth. The survivors could only eke out a living by hiding in base cities.

Fuyuki City is one of the four remaining base cities in Japan.

Having transmigrated here, Roy already felt something was very wrong, but when he saw Kasumigaoka Utaha, Hayasaka Ai, Nakano Miku and others who had also transmigrated here, he realized that it wasn't just the Type-Moon world that was abnormal; the entire crossover anime world was acting strangely.

Chapter 1 An Encounter in the Snow

The icy wind rushed in, sharp as a knife, causing excruciating pain.

All I could see was darkness. The night sky, high in the horizon, held neither the moon nor the twinkling stars. Dark clouds obscured the sky, not even a sliver of light could penetrate.

The biting wind was as fierce as a waterfall, carrying large flakes of snow.

As far as the eye could see, everything was covered in a blanket of white. It had been snowing for days, covering the entire earth. The dark soil lay dormant under the snowflakes, as if even the earth itself was being pressed down and unable to lift its head.

"Huh...huh..."

On the boundless snowfield, a slender figure walked unsteadily through the heavy snow.

He was only wearing a white linen robe, without any extra clothes to keep warm. His figure was visibly thin. He walked lightly but heavily through the snow, hugging his shoulders with both hands. The biting wind and snow made him shiver uncontrollably.

His figure was so fragile, as if he could fall apart at any moment, making it astonishing that he was still alive.

Behind him stretched an endless snowfield.

Before him, there was only an endless raging wind and blizzard.

No one knew why he was there, in the middle of nowhere, in the deadly snow, with no companions, no decent clothes, all alone, walking through the deadly blizzard.

The boy struggled, his steps slow and deliberate.

His breathing was unusually heavy, and large gulps of icy air filled his lungs. White mist was exhaled from his mouth in sections, then quickly froze.

The alternating hot and cold temperatures stimulated his senses, keeping him in a brief and hazy state of consciousness.

He couldn't remember how long he had been walking through this snowfield.

He only remembered that he hadn't stopped walking since he stepped into the snowfield at dusk, and now it was probably late at night, or maybe early morning, and the temperature had dropped to almost freezing.

His thin white robe fluttered in the cold wind, clinging to his sickly pale skin.

He hugged his arms and rubbed them repeatedly, trying to find some warmth, but his face was already ashen, his body temperature had dropped to a point that made him numb, and he could hardly feel the cold anymore. He could barely open his eyes, but a faint warmth kept welling up from his bones.

He was certain to die if things continued this way, but he was helpless.

He walked through the heavy snow for most of the day, but he didn't see a single living person, let alone a village or town, or even a wild animal. There weren't even any birds in the sky.

All that could be seen were withered branches and the occasional skeleton.

It felt as if I was the only person left in the whole world, and a strong sense of loneliness spread from the bottom of my heart.

Everywhere was deserted.

Realizing this fact, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up from the bottom of my heart.

There's no point in struggling anymore; continuing is pointless. It's better to make an easier choice: just freeze to death in this icy wasteland.

Humans tend to prefer easier choices over complicated ones. In this situation, no one will laugh at him; everyone is like that, and everyone will understand. After all, there's no one here at all.

"Ha ha……"

He walked on the snow, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier, each step leaving a deep imprint.

Wherever his feet went, they left streaks of blood.

He had no shoes, not even foot wraps, his skin was exposed to the cold wind, enduring the sharp snowflakes. The skin on his feet had long since cracked from the cold, and warm blood flowed out, staining the snowflakes with a bewitching and melancholic color.

It's a miracle that he's managed to hold on this long amidst this raging storm.

At this point, stopping was a very easy option for him.

He would be freed from the torment once he stopped walking.

But his steps were still slow and firm, etched into the earth.

Despite growing slower, weaker, and more confused, his steps never stopped for a moment.

No one knows where he is headed.

Just as no one knows the reason for his stubbornness.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a powerful tremor shook the air, accompanied by a low, hallucinatory roar.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening slightly, a subconscious sense of crisis briefly bringing him back to his senses.

On the boundless snowfield before them, a dark, eerie shadow appeared out of nowhere.

That was a wild beast.

No, it might not just be a wild beast. It has the appearance of a wolf, but with a mouthful of messy, zombie-like fangs. It is larger than a lion, with well-defined, muscular build. Its bestial eyes emit a chilling red light, revealing a naked bloodlust. Its four hooves grip the ground tightly, and its slightly crouching posture highlights its predator-like aggression.

It didn't resemble a wild beast at all; instead, it was filled with demonic energy.

It's like a monster.

Completely devoid of rationality, driven only by a chaotic instinct for cruelty, bloodlust, and thirst for blood.

A strong sense of crisis rushed into his mind, and his confused consciousness returned in an instant. He subconsciously wanted to adopt a fighting posture, but his weak and near-limit body was completely beyond his control.

He unconsciously clenched his teeth.

Is that the end?

Nothing has even started yet!

"Roar!!"

The beast was already starving. Its crimson eyes saw through his dying struggle and, without further restraint, roared and charged at him.

In the blink of an eye, the monster arrived before him at a speed beyond human limits, leaving him no time to react.

He could even see the instinctive pleasure gleaming in the monster's eyes.

He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. He could only stare wide-eyed as the menacing fangs opened before him, getting closer and closer—

"Om-!"

In that instant, a blinding light flashed before my eyes.

It was a domineering light that came from afar, filling his entire field of vision, as radiant as the long-lost sun.

After the light disappeared, the ferocious fangs vanished, leaving only half of the monster's body lying on the ground, gushing out dark demonic blood that seeped into the snow.

"Is that you?"

In a daze, a figure swaggered into his line of sight.

She was a woman as beautiful as a rose, with long, blood-red hair that danced in the snow. Her imposing gaze swept over him, scrutinizing the frail boy from above.

The boy was no longer able to respond to her.

Having narrowly escaped death, his consciousness finally plunged into complete darkness.

Chapter 2 Refugee Reception Centers

"Everyone, come and get paper and pens!"

"Don't let a single one slip through, or I can't guarantee your safety!"

"For the sake of your own lives, just behave and do as you're told..."

The already cramped hall was now even more crowded.

Staff in uniforms hurried back and forth, distributing paper and pens, and calling out from time to time, creating a busy scene.

A large group of people sat around in the center of the hall. There were no chairs, so they had to sit on the floor. They were men and women of different ages and even dressed differently. Some were wearing summer clothes and some were wearing winter clothes. If you counted carefully, there were probably dozens of them.

The weather at the end of January was in the dead of winter.

People dressed in summer clothes shivered from the cold, but dared not utter a word of complaint. They obediently took the paper and pen from the staff and filled in their identity information.

Around the hall, several fully armed soldiers stood in the corners, automatic rifles in their hands. Their murderous aura was like that of seasoned veterans who had been through many battles. They seemed to really dare to kill, and it was no joke. Their imposing presence made people afraid to look them in the eye.

In fact, someone had just caused trouble here and was shot dead on the spot by a soldier. The body had just been dragged away, and there was still a pool of blood on the ground.

Realizing that these people were truly capable of killing, the people sitting on the ground immediately lost any thought of resisting.

They gradually realized that their lives meant nothing to these people; human life was worthless here.

Only by being obedient and compliant can one survive.

"Damn it, what kind of world have we transmigrated into...?"