I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

Anime Crossover: I, the Spiritual Mentor of Beautiful Girls Across Worlds Author: Cosmic War God Cat

Lin En, seemingly an "ordinary" Chinese language teacher at Sobu High School, has a secret.

——He is the only owner of the [Safe House of All Worlds’ Souls]!

His "classroom" connects the top "problematic beauties" in all the heavens and worlds!

At the beginning, the safe house "picked up" a girl who had just lost her sister and whose heart was filled with hatred.

Facing her murderous intention, Lin En only gave her one homework: "Go back and face your anger!" When Shinobu Kocho brought this "homework" to stir up a bloody storm in the Demon Slayer world, Lin En was using the first reward [Emotion Perception] to accurately hit Yukinoshita Yukino's loneliness!

→ Homura Akemi: From "the desperate girl of reincarnation" to "the demon who controls time and cause and effect", she rewrites fate and subverts the universe!

→ Misaka Mikoto: From "The Electric Princess Carrying Original Sin" to "The Thunder Queen Towards 'Absolute Power'", she pierces the realm of God with thunder and reshapes the order of Academy City!

Of course, occasionally I'll also mess around with some everyday pretty girls...

This world is wonderful, it's just that sometimes my back just can't keep up...

Volume 1: School Festival

Chapter 1: As a teacher, something's not right at home.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the teaching building.

Lynn yawned as he walked out of the gates of Soubu High School.

As a proud teacher, he had just finished his afternoon tutoring session and was exhausted.

The tutoring content is somewhat unique.

"How to effectively improve the social skills of first-year high school student Goto Doku so that he can communicate normally with others."

Counseling location: Service Department.

Inside the department, a proud and arrogant girl who calls herself the Ice Queen, but whose inner thoughts are more complex than a barrage of comments, is glaring at him with eyes that could freeze someone to death.

"So, Yukinoshita-kun."

Lynn was leaning back in her chair, lazily stirring her tea, and said casually:

"The 'right' you pursue is essentially the armor you use to protect yourself from harm."

“You use this armor to judge and correct others, which may seem powerful, but it is actually out of fear—fear of being isolated because you are ‘incorrect’, just like in the past.”

"But you've worn this armor for so long that it's become part of your flesh and blood, making you forget how to take it off and embrace someone."

One sentence caused Yukino Yukinoshita, who is always right, to crack her icy expression for a full thirty seconds, and her fingers holding the teacup tensed up.

As for the other one.

“Goto,” Lynn turned her gaze to the pink-haired guitarist in the corner who looked like he wanted to plant himself in a mushroom, “the root of your fear is not ‘social’ itself, but ‘your imperfect self’.”

What you're afraid of is that clumsy, uncool, and unlike-the-'guitar hero' version of yourself will be disliked.

"So next time you're nervous, don't think about 'perfect conversation'."

Lynn's voice carried a hint of amusement, as if he were sharing a secret.

"Try finding the simplest excuse in your mind: 'It's okay if I mess up, because being able to play guitar is cool enough for me.'"

He looked into the girl's eyes, which were darting around nervously, and delivered the final blow in an unquestionable, factual tone:

"Moreover, the contrast between a genius girl who tries hard to socialize but is clumsy and awkward is actually quite endearing. That's a fact, and the other person just needs to accept it."

Upon hearing this, the pink-haired, socially awkward girl named Goto Doku immediately started smoking like a steampuffed elf, letting out an incomprehensible wail, and curled up into a ball.

Yes, perfect time to leave work.

"Ms. Lynn! Wait a minute!"

A strong, resonant voice, imbued with the charm of a mature woman, came from behind.

Lynn knew who it was without even turning around.

Hiratsuka Shizuka.

My colleague at Soubu High School is also a Japanese language teacher. She's a violent, older single woman who exudes the spirit of the Showa era but is also troubled by her inability to get married.

"Oh, it's Hiratsuka-sensei. What's up?"

Lynn turned around, a flawless professional smile on her face.

Hiratsuka Shizuka strode over, one hand in the pocket of her white coat, the other hand habitually reaching for a cigarette in her pocket, but she reluctantly put it down after seeing Lynn.

Her sharp eyes, which seemed to see right through people, swept over Lynn without any politeness.

"Hey kid, have you been hiding something lately?"

“No,” Lynn said innocently. “I go to get off work on time every day, prepare my lessons carefully, and neither smoke nor drink. I am a model teacher in the new era.”

"Tch, don't give me that." Hiratsuka Shizuka curled her lip, leaned forward slightly, lowered her voice, and her eyes became extremely dangerous.

"My gut feeling tells me there's something wrong with you."

She narrowed her eyes, like a hunter locking onto its prey.

"It's like a lion trying to imitate a cat by putting its paws in its pocket. No matter how well it tries, it can't hide its true nature."

“Just now in the Service Department, look at the way those two girls looked at you… that’s not how a teacher looks at students.”

"...like a cold-blooded judge, indifferently scrutinizing lost lambs. Too arrogant, and too...precise, so precise it's chilling."

Lynn's eyelid twitched.

This older woman's animalistic intuition is still so outrageous.

“Ms. Hiratsuka, if you keep doing this, I’m going to sue you for workplace harassment. Besides, your analogies are getting weirder and weirder.”

"Hey, come with me for a drink, and I'll tell you what I've found out."

Hiratsuka Shizuka extended her usual invitation to a drinking party, a smile playing on her lips as if she had caught her prey by the tail.

"Sorry, not tonight." Lynn refused without even thinking.

"There's something important at home."

"Something important?" Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes grew even more suspicious. "What could possibly happen at home for a bachelor like you? Are you hiding a girlfriend?"

"I guess so, since I'm so popular." Lynn shrugged, giving an ambiguous answer that left the other party unable to press for more details.

Under Hiratsuka Shizuka's "you're lucky you ran fast" look, Lynn waved and turned to leave.

What a joke.

Go drinking with her? Heaven knows how many drinks she'll force down with her "iron fist of love."

More importantly, family matters are far more important than discussing life with an older single woman.

Hiratsuka Shizuka? You've retired from the meta!

……

Back in her apartment in the suburbs of Chiba City, Lynn skillfully closed and locked the door.

"Click."

The moment the door lock clicked shut, the world seemed to be muted.

The sounds of traffic outside the window, the neighbor's television, the wind... all the noises of "daily life" completely disappeared at this moment.

The next second, soft white light poured out from every corner of the room, like ink stains soaked in water, quickly rendering and reconstructing the entire space.

The original 20-square-meter studio apartment seemed to have broken through the dimensional barrier, extending infinitely in all directions.

The ceiling transforms into a tranquil night sky adorned with billions of stars, while the floor is covered with fine, moon-like white sand.

A simple and elegant Japanese-style courtyard appears out of nowhere, accompanied by the sound of flowing water.

A dry landscape garden, stone lanterns, and a cherry blossom tree of unknown age, moving without wind, scattering specks of crimson petals that fall to the ground and dissipate into points of light, endlessly repeating the cycle.

A calming and delicate fragrance filled the air.

This is Lynn's true "home".

[The Universal Safe Haven for the Soul is now activated]

【Welcome back, Master. Today's routine must have taken a lot of your time.】

A semi-transparent virtual screen quietly popped up in front of Lynn, displaying neat handwriting.

"I am back."

Lynn let out a long sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed.

This is his biggest secret, and also his secret weapon—the [Multiverse Psychological Safety House].

A special space that connects all the heavens and the myriad worlds, providing shelter and guidance to "guests" who are in dire straits.

And he, Lynn, is the sole owner and employee of this "safe house".

As for the reward for this job... it's the ability to obtain all sorts of strange and wonderful abilities from the "guests".

He sat down by the corridor, skillfully picked up the tea set from the stone table next to him, and brewed himself a steaming cup of sencha.

"Phew...finally off work."

Being a teacher is no easy job, especially when you're dealing with that bunch of monsters at Zongwu High School.

Dealing with them is more tiring than entertaining "guests" from all the heavens and the myriad worlds.

This cheat code is great in every way, except that as a "psychological counselor," it's sometimes too mentally taxing.

The aroma of tea wafted through the air. Lynn picked up her teacup, ready to enjoy her time off work.

Sudden.

[WARNING! WARNING! High-potential target detected!]

[This person is at a 'major turning point in their life,' and their emotional fluctuation threshold has reached 98% (the critical state of turning to the dark side)!]

[Potential Rating: 2 stars (Extremely high growth potential)]

The resentment and hatred emanating from its soul have reached the highest detectable level! They are eroding its own life force!

The text on the light screen instantly changed from a gentle white to a glaring scarlet, flashing wildly and emitting a sharp alarm.

Lynn's hand, holding the teacup, paused in mid-air.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh huh?"

"On our first 'guest' visit, we've already drawn such a troublesome one?"

He put down his teacup and gently tapped the light screen with his finger.

Should 'initial mandatory asylum' be granted to this target?

[Note: Once inside the safe house, the target will be in a state of absolute safety, cut off from all external causal relationships.]

"Yes."

Lynn's tone was calm and even, as if he were simply ordering takeout.

As he confirmed it, the tightly closed wooden door at the end of the courtyard slowly opened inward with a creaking sound.

Outside the door, it wasn't the apartment building's hallway.

Instead, it was a pitch-black, pure darkness.

The darkness seemed to possess a life of its own, as thick and viscous as an abyss, exuding a nauseating aura of blood and despair.

Immediately afterwards, a petite figure emerged step by step from that abyss of darkness.

She was a girl who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

She was wearing the Demon Slayer Corps uniform, with a breathtakingly beautiful haori (feathered cloak) draped over her.

Her jet-black hair was tied into a night-bloom style at the back of her head, with a deep purple butterfly hair accessory pinned to her left side.

The girl's face was so white it was almost transparent, and her features were as delicate as a doll's.

A perfect smile graced her lips, but her eyes held a deathly abyss.