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

It's noon now. Kazuma and Kirito are planning to buy some work clothes first, and then find out which park it is.

Next, let's see what's needed to remove the park fence, since using dump trucks would solve a large part of the problem.

Kazuma and Kirito changed clothes and went out, while Kerry stayed at home preparing weapons and went up to the third floor, looking down at the street through the window.

Actually, they had an even better solution: in this situation, they could have Kerry find a secluded spot in a crowded place like a shopping mall or school, and then have others help distribute the firepower that might target the respawn point and make it difficult for the enemy to figure out where they came from.

However, no one would say such a thing.

While maintaining his weapons, Kerry waited for the voice to come through the communication channel.

[Kiritani Kazuto: Not Akabane East Park]

[Sato Kazuma: It should be with me.]

[Sato Kazuma: I smell it right here, Akabanedai Park]

[Sato Kazuma: Tsk! There's a whole school campus right across the street, those guys are inhuman!]

He Zhen's luck was as good as ever; he was the first to find the anomaly while they were searching separately.

[Kerry: Let's do it tonight then]

Time was unfortunately pushed back, and the other party actually placed a statue of an evil god next to the school. It would be too easy to harm innocent people if they made a move during the day.

While reviewing his comrades' reports, Kerry noticed something amiss.

Those are... residents?

As if there was some kind of synchronicity, people began to gradually appear on the streets, which were not usually crowded except during rush hour.

Looking down through the window, Kerry hid his eyes behind the curtains.

That's right, the number of people is increasing strangely.

Kerry even saw some acquaintances around him.

Those were the old ladies from the town's social organization.

And the number of people kept increasing, doors were opened one after another, and they kept walking from one side of the street to the other, as if they were doing something strange.

"This is……?"

Kerry looked down at the crowded scene below, which resembled a morning market, with a sense of bewilderment.

Kerry reached a conclusion.

"Do you think it would be troublesome if we killed so many people during the day? Or are you planning to use just a few of us to deal with me after discovering that we've split up?"

But why not just take action directly?

It's probably because they found traces of the Kree trio near their lair that the thing is clearly in a hurry.

However, the current situation left Kerry wondering what He was in such a hurry to do.

Meanwhile, another person noticed something amiss.

That was the driver waiting at the door of the cheap apartment next door. Today, as requested, he took the daughter of the famous artist Sammy from Moon Forest to her friend's house during her lunch break, and he also had to make sure to take her back before the afternoon classes started.

A few minutes ago, he suddenly saw a lot of people coming and going on the street. At first, he didn't think much of it, thinking it was normal for there to be more people on the street at midday.

But then he realized something was wrong.

There were far too many people, and he saw many familiar faces coming and going.

He was certain that these people were not passing by, but were just pretending to be passing by and loitering around the area.

This immediately made him panic, wondering if this was a kidnapping incident involving a large number of people.

As a professional, he immediately took out his phone and called the police.

After the call connected, he anxiously explained the situation he was currently facing.

But the message we received was...

"Hello, we have already contacted the Akabane Police Station. According to their feedback, they are conducting a traditional festival, which has been reported to the authorities. You are overthinking it."

After receiving a reply, the driver hung up the phone with some skepticism.

Religious festivals are very common in Japan, and some large-scale festivals even involve public parades.

Especially in spring and summer, various shrines and temples may hold events.

Firstly, it attracts worshippers and tourists to their own shrine. Secondly, after the parade, they can hold some activities such as a food street at their own temple. At that time, they can ask the government to rent out the stalls, or they can rent out the stalls themselves as landlords and make a little money.

All you need to do is report it to the local Metropolitan Police Department.

Looking at the people coming and going through the car window, even at midday, the scenery outside was clearly visible through the black glass.

Those people seemed to be acting strangely. They were all chanting something unintelligible, raising their hands in a bizarre gesture, as if they were about to unleash a ninjutsu at any moment.

But this was nothing like the lively and joyous atmosphere of a normal festival.

Upon closer inspection, the faces of those people were filled with pain, as they repeatedly chanted that phrase, their voices gradually becoming more unified from their initial scattered tone.

The orderly chanting made one wonder if they were in a solemn temple with their eyes closed.

But when he opened his eyes, the scene was extremely bizarre.

The driver gradually realized that his entire vehicle was surrounded by people, with people all around him.

They were all just making the same hand gesture and chanting scriptures.

It was clearly a ritualistic event, yet there were no banners waving, no divine dances or music, only repetitive sounds and people dressed in ordinary clothes.

For a moment, the entire street seemed to have turned into flowing water.

The people coming and going are like water itself, and the words that keep repeating and ringing out are like the sound of water.

However, the sound did not give people the tranquility of chanting Buddhist scriptures; instead, it gave a feeling of irritability.

It's like a person with neurasthenia trying to fall asleep, but the sound keeps ringing out and won't stop, preventing them from sleeping.

An inexplicable sense of irritation made the driver cover his ears, but even through the window and his hand, he could still seem to hear the sound.

"drop!!"

He couldn't take it anymore, so he slammed down the horn button.

The chanting stopped a moment later, but the driver also noticed that people all over the street were looking at him.

"Mu, it's time."

Because she didn't want her friend to enter her room, Xiangzi, who was talking to Mu in the common area with the door closed, heard this voice and thought it was the driver urging her to hurry up because time was running out, so she pushed open the door.

The streets were quite lively before, so why did they become quiet after the horn sounded?

Xiangzi pushed open the door and saw a street full of people looking at her with pained expressions and making strange gestures.

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Chapter 114 What amazing ingredients!

"Ugh?"

Toyokawa Shoko was at a loss as she watched this bizarre scene.

She always felt that life had been bad enough for her. Her mother died, and her father was driven out of the band after she had just come out of poverty. She moved in with her father and helped him take care of his life. She even started to consider dropping out of Tsuki no Mori and started looking for a job. Then she met the shadow that suddenly broke into their house.

It gave her all three buffs: a missing mother, a debt-ridden father, and a broken self.

Reality is like a series of jokes, giving her a wonderful start only to gradually shatter and take away the things that most people envy.

Shatter what is beautiful, destroy what is whole, and take away what you have.

But today, it seems the world is playing another joke on her, causing Mu to encounter the same thing again when she comes to her house.

Without any hesitation, Xiangzi closed the door and locked it.

Mu stared blankly at Xiangzi, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, and tilted her head in surprise.

"Xiang, what's wrong?"

"Come up with me first!"

Xiangzi didn't explain much. He simply grabbed a chair and blocked the apartment door. Regardless of whether the other tenants in the apartment had any objections, he pulled Ruoye Mu into her room.

"Ah? Xiangzi, Mu... are you here as a guest? I'm sorry to have offended your uncle."

Toyokawa Shoko pushed her father, who was still watching TV, aside and turned off the TV remote.

"what?"

This was the first time Xiang's father had been treated so roughly by his own daughter, and he had no idea what had happened.

To be precise, he had just sobered up. He seemed to recall something scary happening the night before, but he didn't remember much.

He woke up in the hospital.

Then the doctor told him to drink less alcohol, he came back and had an argument with Xiangzi, then continued drinking and woke up just now.

Toyokawa Shoko went straight to the windowsill, forcefully pushed open the old frosted glass, and looked outside.

She saw all the people on the street below.

Hundreds of people were wandering around under the midday sun, making the same hand gestures and chanting the same words.

Xiangzi suddenly realized that they might not be after him.

As the chanting continued, some people seemed unable to hold on any longer and began to storm the house next door.

"Uh ah ah!"

Like a spring that has been suppressed to its limit and is now rebounding, a person can no longer maintain the gesture and, with a pained expression, begins to crash directly into the house next door.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Ahhh!"

The sound of the impact mingled with the man's scream. It was a residential door that could open onto the street. It wasn't something that could be broken open with just this much force.

With the impact, the man's shoulder visibly swelled and caved in, and blood slowly trickled down.

Even in this situation, he kept banging on the door, as if he didn't care about his own life at all.