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

When Kazuma asked, Kerry nodded solemnly.

Kazuma used the word "feeling".

Because this is so weird. Although it feels like I smelled something, the reality is that my mind is like when I collect enough traces in Monster Hunter and the Lightbug starts to navigate to a location automatically.

The two of them couldn't believe that their noses had gone from being less than a single hair on a dog in just a few hours, directly violating the basic principles of evolution and fast-forwarding to the vision granted to them by the Father of Gods.

Moreover, that smell was like a deadly temptation, constantly telling the two that as long as they found the source and ate it, the problem would be solved.

Faced with the unexpected situation, the two discussed it briefly and came to a conclusion: although the current situation was very strange, and it was late at night and there might be some danger, it was still necessary to go to the source of the "smell" to see what was going on.

Kerry pulled out a dagger from his pocket, and Kazuma casually picked up a branch that looked like it could be used for a fight, and crept stealthily into the darkness.

Although it was the early hours of the morning, thankfully it was Tokyo, and even in this remote area, there were still faint streetlights casting a pale light on the road.

Following their instincts, the two made their way to a dark alleyway.

Looking at the dark alleyway before him, where only a few glimpses of reflected light could be seen by squinting, Kerry saw something wriggling in the blurry shadows.

The sound of plastic bags rustling, whether from the alley or the wind, made Kazuma shudder. He was about to step behind Kerry and pull him to his side.

Kerry pulled out his phone, which was almost out of battery, and turned it upside down, squinting as he looked into the alley.

Its little yellow tail wagged, and its snow-white belly was fluffy with fur. Kazuma breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the thing.

"It turned out to be a stray dog."

Indeed, what appeared in front of the two was a Shiba Inu with its back to them, but strangely, it seemed that the light was not good enough and the area around the dog's head was still completely black.

The moment they saw it, the two realized that the dog was the source of the aroma, and their appetites stirred, urging them to eat it.

This left the two of them somewhat bewildered.

What's going on? How could I suddenly have an appetite for a dog?

Just as the two were wondering what was going on, the dog finally noticed their presence, stopped its pawing at the ground, and turned its head away.

Yes, it's the face.

She had short, ear-length hair, big eyes, a small nose, and cherry lips that were holding a fish bone in her mouth.

A face that could absolutely be described as that of a beautiful young girl was now strangely appearing on the neck of a Shiba Inu, its furry body twisting and turning against the light as it looked at the two people at the alley entrance.

"Human! Human-faced dog!"

Startled by this scene that defied common sense, Kazuma Sato grabbed Kerry's shoulder and cried out.

Kerry calmly turned around and glanced at He Zhen.

What is a human-faced dog?

Kerry, who isn't from Japan, was immediately struck by this thing and wondered if it was some kind of performance art piece created by someone's father to secure a national alchemy qualification.

"Yes... the human-faced dog is an urban legend. The legend says that there are dogs with human faces on the streets at night, which talk to people and then laugh at the way humans are hurt."

Kazuma is still in a state of mental blankness. Isn't this an urban legend? Isn't it supposed to be supernatural and ghostly? How could this thing appear here...?

Suddenly, he remembered that he had seen the goddess again today, died and came back to life, died and came back to life again, and even resurrected next to Kree after dying. After a series of events, Kree could not die at all. He and Zhen suddenly stopped shaking.

Oh! So it was just some kind of ghost? Isn't that normal?

Having figured out what was going on, and considering that although the thing was really scary at first glance, it didn't seem so bad after a while, and that otaku are used to all sorts of weird things, Kazuma quickly calmed down.

After all, otaku are used to the gory content of various doujinshi and the sudden appearances of horror games. However, Kazuma is still a little nervous. Looking at Kerry who is not flustered at all and has not even lifted his foot, Kazuma can't help but speak.

"Hey! This is some kind of ghost, aren't you afraid? It might attack our souls or something..."

“Ghost…” Kerry stroked his chin as he listened to Kazuma’s words.

He thought of Durarara!! alone, which was a bunch of myths and urban legends, and even Baki was said to have a spirit, and there were even stories about turning into light, and ancient stone tablets recording the battle between Hanma and his son.

This is just an urban legend, which is perfectly normal.

"If ghosts really exist, can we make our deaths look more gruesome so that we can have a better future in the underworld? It seems that in various legends, the more tragically a person dies, the more powerful they become as a ghost."

Upon hearing Kerry's statement, He Zhen was completely bewildered. He always felt that he was the one who should be causing others' high blood pressure, but ever since meeting Kerry, his blood pressure had been fluctuating wildly like a roller coaster.

Byd, even at this point, you're still thinking about your future? Should I steal a few cucumbers from the Moon Forest Horticulture Club to make you a few more elf horses so you can get to Hirasaka faster?

Seeing that Kazuma didn't speak, Kerry glanced at the human-faced dog with the beautiful girl's face and smiled disdainfully.

"You said in legends that human-faced dogs use words to frighten people and make them run away, so how is she going to hurt me with words?"

The human-faced dog put down the fish bone from its mouth, looked at Kerry, and opened its mouth.

"Big...big brother..."

Kerry clenched his fist instantly.

"Very well, it seems we must act on behalf of Heaven today!"

P.S.: During the Obon festival, Japanese people stick toothpicks under cucumbers and arrange them, calling them "spirit horses." It's believed that on the day the gates of the underworld open, souls ride these little cucumbers back to visit their living relatives.

Chapter Seven: How Did You Get So Hurtful with Your Words?

Unpleasant memories surfaced, and Kerry felt truly hurt.

At this moment, after taking a few more glances and realizing that the thing did indeed pose no threat, Kazuma's fear was dispelled, but what followed was the hunger that gnawed at his bones like a maggot.

Looking at the disgusting monster in front of him, Kazuma actually felt an urge to go up and hug it and bite it.

The contrast between impulse and reason sent chills down Kazuma's spine.

"Although it looks a bit strange, it's not a bad thing."

Suddenly, Kazuma heard Kerry's voice in his ear. Kazuma turned his head in fright to look at Kerry's calm profile and felt an indescribable power.

What?! This inhuman, ghost-like precious object! You only described it as "a little strange"??

Kazuma broke out in a cold sweat. Damn it! Kerry isn't really planning to eat this thing, is he?

Feeling horrified, Kazuma immediately spoke, his hands trembling.

"No! No! This is weird! This is too weird! Don't you find it disgusting?"

Kazuma tried earnestly to dissuade this poor man who was already controlled by his appetite.

If he actually did that, he really felt like something inside him was about to shatter.

Kerry shook his head.

"What are you thinking? Your body is indeed strange, but you still have a mouth, right? You can just make something to cover your body so it's not visible..."

Kazuma was taken aback by Kerry's answer.

Then he realized what Kerry meant and almost lost his composure.

You're not being controlled by your appetite, you're being controlled by your little head, right?

Just as Kerry and Kazuma were chatting, the human-faced dog raised its eyebrows, lifted its paw, and took two steps forward.

"You two humans, instead of running away, I guess I'll just have to eat you. I'm actually quite full today and don't feel like moving."

The young dog wore a troubled expression, like a high school girl who was finding things a bit complicated.

Hearing what the dog said, Kazuma laughed on the spot. After watching for so long, Kazuma's previous fear had vanished.

Stepping out from behind Kerry, Kazuma bent down and gestured across his calf, then shook his finger.

The position he was gesturing to was exactly the height of the human-faced dog. Even though its head was larger than that of a normal dog, when it stood on all fours, it wouldn't even reach its knees.

Then Kazuma laughed while making a smug face.

"Kerry, look, she said she's going to eat us. I'm so scared! What if she bites my shoes?"

If this were on the internet, you'd have to add "www" after the sentence to indicate whether it's truly high or low.

Just as He Zhenle was enjoying himself, a sudden change occurred. The beautiful girl's face in front of him instantly split open from the middle into a mouth shaped like a flower bud. The wriggling serrated teeth and pink flesh inside the mouth reminded people of lampreys or aliens.

A flash of blood appeared, and by the time Kazuma reacted, the open "flower bud" had already bitten his leg tightly.

First came the cold, then the expected excruciating pain, which was suppressed by adrenaline. Sato Kazuma let out a terrified scream and fell to the ground.

"Kerry! Help me!"

Kazuma never expected that the urban legend of hurting people with one's words would actually have such a way of hurting them!

Pulled down by a tremendous force, Kazuma desperately raised his hand, only to be met with a constantly swaying light.

That was Kerry running wildly and the cell phone in his hand.

"Ono le! Kerry!"

Seeing his teammates abandon him instantly, Kazuma was still a little panicked, even though he thought he could probably be resurrected again. He was not only afraid that the thing that suddenly resurrected was actually unreliable, but also terrified of the pain that the monster in front of him, which was frantically tearing at his calf, would bring him.

Feeling his own flesh and blood being devoured bit by bit, Kazuma also became ruthless.

It's just a monster, not some untouchable thing! I'll just fight it to the death!

At that moment, Sato Kazuma raised his hands, his eyes wide with fury.

"Don't look down on me! You bastard!!"

...19 seconds later.

[Sato Kazuma is dead and awaiting resurrection...]

Kerry frowned as he ran toward the convenience store, following his memory.

Upon seeing this message, he immediately changed direction. Based on the fact that the monster could easily overpower a Japanese adult of similar size, he concluded that direct combat would be ineffective against it. So he remembered the convenience store from before.

He remembered there was a truck in front of the store, and when he was shopping in the store, he also saw the unloading guy moving things with the night shift workers.

So Kerry planned to borrow a truck from the master with a knife, and while Kazuma was stalling for time, he would drive back and use the dump truck to perform Iaijutsu to kill that thing.

But to everyone's surprise, Kazuma vanished in an instant.

Judging that the thing might be chasing him, Kerry immediately turned towards the riverbank. Although he didn't know how people in this world could survive with such things right by the roadside, Kerry didn't intend to drag the poor night shift workers into it.

After a few turns, Kerry indeed heard the rapid sound of claws scraping the ground behind him.

During this time, he seemed to see a strange passerby, but he didn't have time to pay attention to him. He immediately turned and ran towards the riverbank, avoiding the passerby.

However, Kerry had already returned to the riverbank. Without hesitation, he stepped onto the grassy slope by the river. Kerry slid across the grass and then reached the bottom of the riverbank. He looked around and regretfully found no floating objects. Kerry simply took off his coat, threw his phone on it, and, enduring the biting spring water temperature, grabbed his knife and plunged into the water.

After entering the water, Kerry frantically thrashed his arms and legs toward the center of the river, while turning his head to look toward the bank.