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

I...I'll post something about it when I get back, suggesting that netizens advise their families not to go into the sewers. I'm thinking, if they said there were monsters, maybe those teenagers would be foolish enough to want to see for themselves.

Kazuma seemed to be in a lot of pain, and he could barely speak.

He took heavy breaths, suppressing the pain in his body, and spoke his thoughts.

Seeing him like this, and then looking at Kirito, whose eyes were glazed over from not sleeping for so long and who seemed unable to distinguish between the game and reality, Kerry considered that it would indeed be difficult to completely eradicate the rats. Therefore, he agreed to Kazuma's decision to retreat temporarily, as it was necessary to take measures to prevent new victims.

However, Kerry decided to rest until the next day and continue to see if they could find out why the rats had become like this.

However, Kerry thought it would be better to talk to the kappa about this and let the city government handle it themselves.

It doesn't seem to pose a significant threat. Compared to the fact that we can skip a couple of meals of roasted bamboo rats, it's better to eliminate these things as soon as possible. These rats aren't beyond the capabilities of the Metropolitan Police Department.

So the three of them decided to go back and think of a solution.

On the way back, Kazuma glanced at the supply depot despite the pain and suddenly felt something was off.

"Wait a minute, don't you guys find it strange that those monsters are frantically looking for food, even though there are so many cans of meat in there, they haven't eaten them?"

"It might be their eyesight. I think their eyes are all unusable. Maybe they rely on sound to locate themselves."

Kerry spoke with some uncertainty.

“We shone lights on them before, and they showed signs of fear, but it’s also possible that their eyes can only distinguish between light and dark.”

Kirito also spoke up.

"Then it's also possible that those things were released by someone?"

Kerry realized what Zhen had initially intended to convey.

"Hard to say."

Kazuma, however, felt it was unlikely and shook his head.

After a moment of silence, Kerry suddenly raised another finger.

"Hey! I have a brilliant idea. What do you think about us catching a male and a female rat to breed, and then letting them multiply into a huge litter? Wouldn't we have an endless supply of them to kill?"

……

An hour later, having decided to temporarily ease her father's disappointment and not yet become completely twisted due to long-term repression, Toyokawa Shoko, after finishing the housework at her new home, carried a bag of beer to her front door.

Unexpectedly, they found several young men with unfriendly expressions standing in front of the neighbor's house. Some of them looked like delinquents or yakuza brothers, and on the ground was a cat corpse that looked rather pitiful.

"Hey! What are you looking at! Don't talk nonsense to us! You'd better watch out too! Don't be like this family, wandering around at night causing trouble!"

The young man, still talking, hadn't noticed that at the end of the street corner, three people who had just finished their frenzied killing below, their bodies still covered in blood, were staring at them.

89

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Holy crap! No!

Before today, although she had suffered a great blow because of her family's affairs, as a young lady, the most aggressive person she had ever been in contact with was the black-haired, foul-mouthed drummer Hanasaki Kawa from her former band.

I've never seen anything like this before.

Watching the group of people dump what was clearly the body of a stray cat there, she pursed her lips. This was the first time she had ever felt such inexplicable, pure malice from others.

"Aren't you going to get lost? Or do you want to play some games with me and my buddies? Come to think of it, this place is a rental, isn't it?"

The men sneered as they watched Xiangzi and the house she headed towards. If this weren't Tokyo, they probably would have said even more offensive things.

What are you doing in front of our house?

Suddenly a voice rang out from behind them.

The group was initially drawn by the sound, but when they turned around, they were startled by the attire of the three people over there.

But then he remembered something and calmed down.

Some even made strange noises while looking him up and down, seemingly in a provocative manner.

"Hey, isn't this the owner of this house?"

What, dressed like that, do you think you're some kind of serial killer?

"Our cats, which we've raised with so much care, died right at your doorstep, you little devils! You just wander around like that, showing absolutely no sense of responsibility. How are you going to compensate us…?"

Led by the person in charge, the group of people, hands on their hips, began to walk towards Kerry and the others.

However, as they got closer, their voices gradually faded.

This...isn't this right?

As they approached the three, a strong, pungent smell of blood, so intense it was almost unbearable for ordinary people, filled their nostrils.

Only then did they take the time to observe the three people in front of them.

Under the pale streetlights, three people wearing bird-beak masks had congealed bloodstains on their bodies, with traces of blood running from their boots to their masks.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, one can also see some long-handled objects that are faintly visible around the waists of the individuals.

The young men who had just been so defiant turned pale and speechless when they stood in front of Kerry and his group.

No, that uncle wasn't saying that just teaching this ordinary family a lesson would be enough.

You call this an ordinary person?

Could this guy be some kind of hitman from the underworld or some kind of psychopathic killer?

The young men who felt like they had just kicked a steel cactus suddenly became friendly and amiable.

"No, it's not that our cat accidentally died in front of your door, so we're waiting here to apologize!"

As he spoke, the man quickly bowed, and the others followed suit.

"Red bean paste, a secret Marseille!"

After apologizing, the group walked to the front of the Kerry Gate, took out plastic bags, put the body in them, and chuckled as they turned to leave.

"You can't leave."

Kazuma stepped forward and grabbed the shoulder of the person who had approached first with his still-smelling gloves.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the man's forehead.

"Gentlemen, we have already apologized, please don't go too far."

Although he sensed something was wrong, he still gritted his teeth and spoke with a show of bravado but inner weakness.

But his expression changed the next moment.

He felt something cold pressing against his lower back through his clothes.

"You'd better invite your companion to come and sit in our room with you."

Holy crap! No!

Even the blond-haired youth couldn't hold back any longer, and a timid expression appeared on his face.

The others realized something was wrong, and disregarding any brotherhood, they turned and tried to run away.

However, they weren't fast enough. Kirito rushed forward in a few steps, even using the wall as leverage to deliver a flying kick that knocked one of them to the ground. Then, he followed up with several punches, knocking down the rest who were trying to run away.

Toyokawa Shoko stared at the scene in shock, completely dumbfounded.

Is this...is this the true strength of an underground band? Were they threatened by thugs sent by the managers of rival bands?

Even the most naive woman could sense that something was amiss.

Kerry walked to the front, opened the door, and saw Toyokawa Shoko standing not far away. He nodded to her, mimicking how she greeted them when they left.

However, because Kerry was wearing a mask, it turned into a bird's head nodding at her.

Then Kerry waved to the two people behind him.

Kazuma directly pushed the first person in through the back, while the rest were violently dragged in by Kirito's hair.

Don't let Kirito's seemingly easy-going nature fool you; he's actually quite ruthless when it comes to taking action. But that's not unusual, since most people who come out of that Sagami are a bit mentally unstable. It's said that some members of the Laughing Coffin guild, a notorious murder guild in the game, have even become deranged serial killers in real life.

Moreover, he's not stupid. He made this choice by directly following Kerry and Kazuma. They seemed to have some kind of relationship that would prevent the Metropolitan Police Department from investigating. He was worried that his actions might lead to his arrest and dismemberment by the Japanese government.

Seeing that the door next door had closed, Xiangzi tightened his grip on the bag in his hand.

She felt she shouldn't have chosen this place just because the rent was cheap.

But after thinking about it, she sighed. The two months' rent and one month's deposit that she had already paid did not allow her to have so many thoughts.

She discovered Sadako on TV, and all she could do, unwilling to give up on her颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, or decadent) father, was raise her little fists and fight Sadako in a free-fighting style. Poverty often leaves people with no other choice.

On the other side, in the house of Kerry and his group, before they even started to torture these people, they had already made them confess everything they could.

"We're just ordinary students. After school, we changed our clothes and sold some things in front of a convenience store nearby. Then an old man found us. He said he'd give us some money to threaten them into staying home at night and not wandering around at night. He said they were the ones who gave us the cat's body..."

As they spoke, they described in detail what the old man who gave them the money looked like.

They even produced their student IDs to prove to the three that they were indeed just high school students.

What are you selling?

Kerry listened to their description of the old man, and the three of them exchanged glances, none of them recognizing him at all.

But Kerry was very interested in one word: if they produced any illegal drugs, Kerry would bypass the surveillance cameras and drag them to the sewers to feed the rats.

"It's...it's these..."

The group of people, shivering slightly, unbuttoned their coats, revealing what was inside.

The three of them were stunned when they saw those things.

Because there were no drugs that shouldn't have been there.

What appeared on the ground was a large stack of all kinds of anime and manga.

There are original works and fan works, mainly focusing on the kind of explicit content that high school students like. Although people initially dislike it, they gradually accept the NTR (Netorare) theme. Full-color and black-and-white works are scattered all over the place.

"Because some junior high school students, elementary school students, and high school students whose families are strict can't get these things at all, so we... we buy them online, then add a markup and sell them to them to make some money for cigarettes."

As they spoke, Kerry's sharp eyes spotted several unusual books. One of them featured a familiar face—a black man resembling an iced tea leaf—surrounded by several beastmen. The other books were buried underneath, their titles barely visible: "Beastman's Adultery," "Muscular Beast Training," and so on.

Klee's face twitched, and he pointed to those books.

"You have an audience for this?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, these are my personal collection."