Crossover Anime: Edit everything, join the chat group

"See that?" Gu Chuan's voice broke the silence inside the car, and also the undercurrent of tension between the girls. "That's the 'tumor' I mentioned before, the manifestation of the core of pollution."

No further explanation was needed; the terrifying sight of the pulsating mountain range, like a living mountain, already confirmed all his previous words.

"Are we... really going to fight that thing?" Saya Takagi's voice was hoarse.

Gu Chuan did not answer, but calmly looked at the "tumor" in the distance, his eyes as deep as the sea.

The answer is self-evident.

Shizuka Marikawa seemed to be startled awake, and sat up groggily. When she realized what she had just done, her pretty face instantly turned as red as if it were about to bleed.

"Ah! I'm so sorry! I... I didn't mean to!" she apologized incoherently, hurriedly retreating to the back seat.

Gu Chuan withdrew his gaze and said to her, "Ms. Jingxiang, we need a safe base and weapons. Where exactly is your friend's house located?"

"Ah, oh! It's the Shin-Tokyo Third Apartment!" Shizuka, whose topic had been quickly changed, hurriedly pointed the way, "We can go there! Rika, she...she has so many collections!"

“Very good.” Gu Chuan nodded.

The Hummer accelerated again, speeding towards its clear destination. But the atmosphere inside the vehicle could never be the same again. In the hearts of every girl, the terrifying "tumor" on the horizon and the uncontrolled heat of that man's body in his arms were etched.

49 weapon stats

Guided by Shizuka Marikawa, the Hummer finally stopped in front of an unremarkable-looking apartment building.

Surprisingly, the place was unusually quiet, with almost no dead bodies in sight. The scattered shell casings and dried blood on the ground silently testified to the powerful combat capabilities of the place's inhabitants.

The group entered Nan Lixiang's house, and then, everyone was speechless at the sight before them.

This is not a home at all, but a private arsenal.

The walls of the living room were covered with all kinds of firearms, from pistols and submachine guns to assault rifles and sniper rifles, all polished to a shine and gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

In the corner, there was a pile of ammunition boxes half a person's height, and tactical vests and night vision goggles were casually tossed on the sofa.

"Wow..." Saya Takagi couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes sparkling with the fervent light of a tech geek.

"With these... we can fight!"

Rei Miyamoto's eyes also rekindled their fighting spirit.

Saeko Busujima walked to a row of weapon racks, picked up an M4A1 assault rifle, and skillfully checked the bolt and magazine. Her professional demeanor made it seem as if she was born to be with these cold, killing tools.

Only Rin Tohsaka, a genius girl from a noble family of magicians, crossed her arms and curled her lip in disdain.

In her view, these "ordinary things" that rely on gunpowder and machinery are worlds apart from the mystical, rooted things she manipulates.

Gu Chuan stood quietly to the side, making no move, but observing this strange place and the different reactions of the people with his deep eyes.

"Wait a moment……"

Suddenly, Saya Takagi, who was carefully inspecting an AR-15 rifle, let out a surprised and puzzled exclamation.

"This weapon... something seems off."

"What's wrong, Saya?" Miyamoto Rei asked curiously as she approached.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, it's just a feeling..."

Saya Takagi frowned, running her fingers over the gun barrel. "You guys try it too. Pick up a gun and carefully, attentively feel it!"

Hearing her say this, everyone was puzzled, but they all did as she said.

Rei Miyamoto picked up a Remington M870 shotgun, closed her eyes, and focused all her attention on the weapon in her hand.

A few seconds later, she suddenly opened her eyes, her face filled with disbelief.

"My God! I see it! This gun...it even has entries on it!"

Her exclamation was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

"What term?"

"real or fake?"

All the girls started trying it, and soon, gasps of amazement filled the room.

"Mine too! [+300% effect against undead]! This is simply..."

"My pistol is [Holy Enchantment], what does that mean?"

"Is...is this a game?"

They discovered that every weapon here, when they were fully engaged, had a semi-transparent data panel that they could "see" in their field of vision, clearly marked with various powerful attributes that seemed to appear only in fantasy games and were specifically designed to counter undead creatures.

[Chat group bullet comments]

[March 7th]: Wow! Wow! Wow! The weapon comes with its own special attributes! Just like the blessings in the simulated universe! This world is amazing! I want one too!

[Little Thief Cat]: Huh?! A weapon with attributes without spending money?! Damn it, that's not fair! I want one too!

【Alicia】: Oh dear~ Is this a little 'gift' the world gives to the survivors in order to save themselves? What a gentle yet cruel law~

【Ice Queen】: Does the law of the world inherently favor the survivors? An interesting struggle. However, ultimately, it depends on the user's capacity.

Amid the girls' excited chatter and discussion, Gu Chuan slowly walked forward and casually picked up a Beretta 92F pistol.

Deep within his eyes, countless streams of data flashed like a waterfall; the power of [Observation] had already thoroughly analyzed the essence of these weapons.

"I see……"

He muttered to himself, a knowing smile playing on his lips, "Is this the 'apocalyptic feeling' of this world?"

He saw through the surface and got straight to the heart of the matter.

It's not that the weapon itself is magical, but rather that this world on the verge of collapse, in order to prolong its existence, has forcibly modified the "laws of physics."

It fundamentally binds the concept of "weapons" with the act of "fighting the dead," giving them a special "rule" level of significance.

Simply put, it's because the zombies in this world have evolved, but there are no superpowers in this world, so how can ordinary people deal with zombies?

The answer is simple: firearms.

If the original firearms are ineffective, then upgraded firearms will definitely be able to defeat the zombies.

This is the correction of the world's will.

Simply put, the weapons they have might have a surprising effect.

This is a worldwide, tragic self-correction.

"These weapons can help us fight them more effectively."

Gu Chuan put down his pistol and ended the discussion with a single sentence, implicitly acknowledging the authenticity of these "entries".

50 subtle atmosphere

To test the power of the new weapon, the group went to the spacious balcony of the apartment.

Down on the street, several zombies, attracted by the sound, were wandering aimlessly.

"I come!"

Rei Miyamoto was the first to step forward. She set up a Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle that she had just discovered to have the attributes of "Demon Slayer" and "Ballistic Correction" and tried to aim at a zombie in the distance.

Perhaps due to excitement, or perhaps because she was unfamiliar with the recoil of this heavy sniper rifle, her posture appeared somewhat stiff, and her breathing was a little rapid.

Just then, a warm male body, carrying a faint scent of grass, silently pressed against her from behind.

"!!!"

Rei Miyamoto's body froze instantly.

Gu Chuan's magnetic, deep voice seemed to carry an electric current, ringing directly in her ear.

"Relax, don't fight the gun, let it be an extension of your arm."

As he spoke, a pair of large hands covered her hand that was holding the gun, his warm palms pressed tightly against the back of her hand.

His chest was almost pressed tightly against her back, drawing her into a firm yet aggressive embrace with an irresistible force.

Rei Miyamoto felt her cheeks suddenly burn with a "boom".

Her mind went blank; she couldn't take her attention away from the warmth emanating from the body behind her, the warm breath in her ear, and the strong sense of control in her hands.

[March 7th]: ? Why is this girl blushing? Wasn't Mr. Observer teaching her how to use a gun?

[Butterfly Dance]: ...Maybe we're too close?

[Alicia]: Oh wow~ Mr. Observer's personal instruction time has begun~ Rin, did your heart beat faster again? Everyone in the live stream could hear it clearly~

[Ice Queen]: ...Boring intimacy. But that woman's back looks like it could break easily.

[Gem Magician]: @Alice, no way! They still have to survive in this world, so they definitely need to learn how to live!

"Your will is the trajectory of the bullet."

Gu Chuan lowered his head slightly, his lips almost touching her earlobe, and whispered.

Miyamoto Rei instinctively pulled the trigger.

"boom--!"

With a loud bang, accompanied by a visible, pale golden streak, the bullet was fired instantly!

The head of the corpse in the distance exploded like a watermelon filled with high-pressure mercury, and blue smoke even rose from the wound as if it had been burned by divine power.

It can kill instantly and is incredibly powerful.

However, Rei Miyamoto felt no joy at all. She remained stiffly in her shooting posture, as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her face, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably, as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

Not far away, this scene, filled with extreme ambiguity and control, was witnessed by two other girls.

"Humph!"

Rin Tohsaka let out a clearly audible, extremely displeased snort.

She crossed her arms, her deep blue eyes sparkling, her small leather shoes clicking on the ground as she chatted furiously in the group chat.

[Gem Magician]: That's why weapons are so outdated. My gem magic is convenient and fast! It's just that this world is so awful, there's so little ether, damn it!

Damn, damn, damn!

Rin repeated the last two words three times in her mind.

Speaking of which, why are all the survivors in Saeko's world women?!

Meanwhile, Saeko Busujima was slowly and repeatedly wiping her newly reborn Murata sword.

Her face still wore a gentle smile, but her beautiful eyes had somehow become deep and cold, as if she were staring at something that had touched her forbidden prey.

The delicate balance that had just been established inside the carriage was completely shattered at this moment.

A silent war surrounding Gu Chuan has quietly escalated.

51 Asura and Magician

Late at night, the moonlight shone like water on the balcony of the apartment.

Saeko Busujima knelt on the cold floor, carefully wiping her newly honed Murata sword over and over again with a clean white silk cloth.

The faint light flowing across the blade reflected on her delicate yet slightly melancholic profile.

She is very confused.

Footsteps sounded behind her, unhurried and slow.

Saeko didn't turn around; she knew who it was.

"Your sword is very sharp."

Gu Chuan's voice rang out in the quiet night, "But your heart is shrouded in darkness."

Saeko paused in her wiping motion.

She remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, her voice filled with barely suppressed confusion: "Gu Chuanjun, I have practiced swordsmanship since childhood and firmly believe that the sword in my hand can cut through everything. But... after witnessing your power, I realized that the 'way' I have been adhering to may be completely meaningless."

She raised her head, her beautiful purple eyes filled with struggle.

"You can erase existence with a flick of your finger and freeze everything with a wave of your hand. What use is my daily practice and honing of my sword in the face of such 'miracles'? Is my sword too insignificant in the face of true apocalypse?"

She didn't mention her craving for bloodshed because, faced with the more ultimate philosophical question of "whether her efforts were meaningful," that fear seemed secondary.