Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

Meanwhile, on the artificial lake halfway up the mountain, Kerry, with his hands on his hips, had just connected two cables underwater.

"Pikachu, use one hundred thousand volts!"

"Zizzizi!"

In fact, Kerry didn't know the specific effects either, since the artificial lake was that big, and the effect depended on the resistance, and the power supply facilities there would also be an emergency power outage soon.

However, this is an opportunity anyway. All the students and security personnel will gather in the auditorium on the other side, to prevent the electrofishing from failing. Kerry even specially brought a lot of things last night.

At Kerry's feet were several empty pesticide bottles, various jars of shampoo and shower gel, and chemical additives, which Nao Satsuka had specially borrowed from a club that grows its own vegetables last night.

The three deep-sea creatures, who had been sleeping and healing at the bottom of the lake during the day after a night of turmoil, suddenly awoke.

What...what are you doing...?

"Ouch! Ouch!"

The deep-sea creatures never imagined that they, who had endured humiliation and hardship in the freshwater area for the sake of their plan, would one day suffer such treatment.

Sensing something amiss, the deep-diving creatures suddenly took a deep breath of water and prepared to surface to investigate.

As soon as they took a sip, they immediately sensed something was wrong. What was that thing in the water today? Something felt off!

Damn it! Aquatic species are being captured and made into soap too?!

Immediately, the three Deep Ones rushed haphazardly from underwater toward the shore, only to find Kerry's pistol waiting for them.

"Bang! Bang!"

It's much less troublesome during the day than at night.

Kerry honed his shooting skills on ghouls, hitting a Deep One in the forehead from several meters away.

Seeing that the lead one had perished instantly upon leaving, the other two hid in the water, too afraid to come out.

Kerry sneered and waved to the people behind him, who then easily carried in several layers of stacked items.

"I said, does this thing really work?"

Kazuma looked at Kerry with some confusion, then glanced at the box beside him.

Kerry was actually quite unsure, but he still nodded.

"It's alright, I've never seen any fish that can live in here."

So Kazuma put down the box of daily necessities he bought from the convenience store and began to open the packets of white powder as Kerry had asked, pouring them into the artificial lake. The box was labeled "laundry detergent" in Japanese kanji.

65

Chapter Sixty-Five: Shocking Reasons

As Kazuma poured bags of laundry detergent into the lake, patches of white foam immediately began to rise from the artificial lake, which was somewhat murky but still had a translucent surface.

Through the fish's eyes, which, though not very good, could still see through the water, the two deep-sea divers below watched all this in horror.

What the fuck!

No? Aren't we monsters to you humans?

What are you doing? Wasn't last night's meal terrible enough? How dare you come back?

You came back, fine, but you even released high-voltage electricity into the water, didn't you?

And that brown-haired guy, why does he look so much like the one we killed and dug out the heart of last night? Shouldn't the body still be at the bottom of the lake?

The marine races are proud, even though they have never lived in underwater cities. They occasionally dream of the echoes of their ancestors and sometimes marvel at their own lives.

They have experienced human fear and witnessed human despair.

Humans described them as nightmares of the deep sea, and they were even worshipped as gods by several island nations.

But they never imagined that humans, who are weaker than them in every way, would dare to hunt them like this.

The white bubbles spread and gradually covered the entire lake surface.

Knowing they would die if they didn't run, the two remaining Deep Ones communicated using a unique underwater race's communication method before choosing to split up and escape.

However, one of them was noticeably slower in its escape attempt.

"Bang! Bang!"

Kerry fired continuously.

The first one to emerge was instantly covered in blood.

The second, slower one felt a sharp pain in its foot after leaping out of the water.

Then it tried to escape despite the pain.

However, it found that it felt resistance and pain in its leg. When it looked back, it saw that a rope was being held by the little man, and there was a familiar hunting spear on its leg.

Their ancestors from the ocean used these spears to hunt any edible creatures in the deep sea, even giant fish dozens of times their own size, or whales that had ventured into the deep sea.

If it were just that spear, perhaps it could try to break free, but besides that, there was that dark, menacing muzzle.

"Yes, the gunshot wound on the shoulder is from the one we shot last night."

I said, "Can you talk?"

Fish-men cannot make facial expressions, but their voices can reveal their emotions.

"I...I will..."

……

It took more than ten minutes for the backup power to come on, and the auditorium finally calmed down.

However, there was no point in continuing the meeting. After finding out which power generation point had a problem, Eizan Etsu hurriedly led the newly arrived security personnel to the scene of the incident.

Then they discovered two cables connecting to the motor, and...

Those security guards who had been transferred by their own company bosses to assist Eizan Etsuya and the others swallowed hard in fear.

"Kappa...?"

They were trembling.

Eizan Etsuya's face was also deathly pale. Before him, a white foam floated on the artificial lake, and on the foam were two floating corpses of Deep Ones.

God...God's messenger...?

His eyes behind his glasses vibrated wildly.

How could this be? How could this be? That was a complete divine messenger, not some half-finished product.

He... he actually died like that, and the murderer is...

Eizan Etsu immediately remembered the person who had escaped last night and was being chased by the divine messenger.

It's him!

Based on the information, the person who escaped was the one he had met once in the corridor.

Then the other divine messenger is probably also...

Immediately, Eizan Etsu's legs went weak. Others might not know what this meant, but he did.

If the priest finds out about this... then he...

No, now is not the time to think about that, otherwise I would be in a completely unprotected state.

"Shi... Shimura Danzo!"

As the name of the person he had found registered at the school echoed in his mind, Eizan Etsu immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

A sense of fear slowly crept into his heart.

Where is he? Where could he be?

What if he suddenly rushes out and attacks me?

The school is no longer safe! No, we must report this to Lord Ji immediately.

Meanwhile, because of the abrupt end of the meeting, Nao Satsuka returned to her room with a worried expression. Before opening the door, she was still wondering if those two people would be arrested because of the cable.

When she returned, she saw Kerry and Kazuma sitting in chairs with serious expressions.

They were staring intently at a cabinet.

"Whether you tell us or not, if you don't, our soup is ready, and you can expect it to turn into spicy fish."

Kerry pointed to the cabinet while gesturing to the soup simmering on the stove.

"What are you doing... What is this?!"

Nao Satsuka opened the door from a spot where she couldn't see what was behind the cabinet door. But when she walked over, she saw that her cabinet was stuffed with a trembling, inhuman-looking creature.

This looks like the thing I saw with thermal imaging last night. Nao Sadazuka almost lost 20% of her sanity instantly. She took several steps back and leaned against the wall before speaking, her voice trembling.

"How...how did you bring this thing to me?"

"There's nothing we can do. We feel there are too many people coming, and we don't know if they're friend or foe, so we have to leave first. It's only because you always give off a strange smell that no one dares to come here. Also, don't interrupt. This is none of your business. Go away, go away."

Kerry waved dismissively at Nao Satsuka while keeping a close eye on the trembling fishman in the cabinet.

At this moment, the fish-man's hands were bound, and he struggled incessantly.

“I…I really don’t know. I’m only 30 years old and have always lived in a fishing village. I’ve never even been to the seabed.”

"You don't even know how many people you have in total and where your branches are located?"

Kerry raised his voice.

"I don't know. I was only accepted into the cult in the last two years. They said they wanted to save Japan, so they dragged me into it."

"What the hell?"

Kerry felt like he was hearing something strange, and even wondered if he was hallucinating again.

"He...these guys are all outcasts. Despite having regained their bloodlines, they still have a certain awe of human nuclear weapons."

They... they heard that the Japanese government and parliament plan to filter 125 million tons of nuclear wastewater accumulated over 10 years and discharge it into the sea next year. They said the priest calculated that this would definitely affect the quality of life in the underwater cities of the North Pacific within about two years and anger all the underwater cities. At that time, the underwater cities might use black magic to flood Japan, or even more shorelines.

They fear that for this reason, humans and deep-sea divers will continue to release pollutants into the ocean in a desperate attempt to escape, which, while we will certainly win, will also cause some damage.

Therefore, we must use their hearts as sacrifices to perform black magic on these chefs, enhancing their culinary skills, and then use them to contact the Japanese high command and control them to stop this plan.