I Am an Emperor in a World of Mixed Anime

Now that things have come to this, evacuation is no longer an option.

Nobody or someone famous?

It's meaningless. What Yamada Ryo wants is: the world!

declare war!

Although I feel like I'm dying a little bit, rock and roll will never die!

Shouts rang out, the ground shook, dust flew up, and Ms. Yamada peacefully closed her eyes.

The collision and charge of hundreds of people arrived in front of him in an instant.

A second before the impact, a sudden feeling of weightlessness enveloped Yamada Ryo. The girl's body spun and tumbled, and she opened her eyes in mid-air. Then, in a fleeting moment, she saw someone standing on the ground in the middle of a human wall, facing the impact head-on, unmoved.

Then, they started dancing on the spot.

Within a radius of three feet around him, those who were near him fell one by one.

The girl's gaze followed the figure intently.

My heart was beating faster in my chest, at a frequency completely different from before.

Then, her body and mind once again felt Mother Earth calling to her, and she plummeted rapidly from a height of four or five meters.

Eh?

wrong!

How did she get to space?

Miss Yamada's mind went blank as she watched the ground get closer and closer. Then, a uniform feeling of being enveloped and slowed her down came over her. When she was only about a meter away from the ground, a sense of security came over her.

When she came to her senses, she was already in Dongye's arms, then casually tossed aside, and staggered to her feet.

At the heart of the dead wall, demons danced wildly.

Akira Higashino's lips gradually parted into a kind smile.

What death metal? If you'd just said it was a Zhao Lei concert, you could have just come in and blasted him. What a disgrace!

Standing there, he's basically cosplaying as Madara Uchiha.

Whoever comes, they all get a hit, the beating is like dancing, slaps and black flashes fly together, the lightning strikes are aimed at the head, the force is just right, leaving you stunned but not brain-damaged.

Theoretically speaking, hitting someone in the head is not a good idea.

But these bastards had no sense of martial ethics. Most of them wore armor, while Dong Ge was the only one who looked somewhat more compliant. His leather jacket was covered with dense metal buckles, and those with a strong desire to attack had added a dense array of nails to their leather jackets from various angles.

So the heavy metals are here, right?

Enraged, Higashino shook his head and told those riveting lads to get out of the battlefield.

The more outrageous it was, the more comfortable it felt. Not only did it release all the frustration I felt from being tricked by that scoundrel Yamada Ryo, but it also brought a subtle sense of satisfaction.

Akira Higashino felt that he was beginning to understand the true meaning of heavy metal rock.

Of course, he wasn't the only battlefield rose. A few meters away in another battle core, he saw a woman dressed in Lolita fashion dancing wildly, knocking down everyone around her with a single punch.

That woman is really something!

When the wall of death first came into play, she was standing at the very front of one side of the human wall. However, no one expected that this woman dressed in pink and tender clothes could hold on until now and even show a wild smile on her face with ease.

He casually slapped a guy who was swinging towards Yamada Ryo to the ground.

Soon, the first wave of over a hundred people clashing against the wall of death will be wiped out of thin air by the two battlefield dance kings, a man and a woman.

Outside the circle of people, those who had been spontaneously carrying the fallen out grinned and rushed toward the center of the battlefield.

Wow, that's awesome!

To witness such a powerful figure dancing is worth dying for!

Since we're already here, if we don't take this slap, we might regret it for the rest of our lives.

What if those two powerful figures were to fail and be defeated by them? Wouldn't that give them something to brag about for a lifetime?

Just imagining that scene makes one want to raise a flag!

Bloodthirsty audience: Awesome! I want to see rivers of blood! Experienced driver, take me with you!!!

Ryo Yamada was also dancing, but no one could touch him. He was posing like a Parkinson's patient, lost in a state of complete absorption.

Even at the very end, Akira Higashino stood firm.

Those bewildered, brainless spectators, after recovering from their shock and seeing the scene, said nothing, laughed wildly, and rejoined the crowd, only to be quickly pulled away again.

The tiger girl in the pink and purple Lolita dress wanted to get closer to Higashino Akira and have a go at him, but as another dance king, she was also warmly welcomed by a dense crowd of zombie-like dance partners. She couldn't squeeze through them at all, and she didn't get to Higashino Akira's side until she was exhausted.

Akira Higashino finally understood why Ryo wore safety shorts.

She knew from the beginning what it would be like to come to see heavy metal music, and since she didn't have money for a taxi and had to walk a long way, she planned ahead.

"Higashino! You're a genius! A true rock king!!!"

Miss Yamada's face was flushed with a sickly redness.

Afterwards, on the way home, I was so tired that I could barely walk. I had to rely on him to carry me, hug his neck, and excitedly praise him loudly.

Akira Higashino remained calm, unmoved by external gains or losses.

Even if you say that, I won't be happy.

Now that things have come to this, we can only be thankful that Yili didn't come.

Otherwise, based on Higashino Akira's understanding of this sensitive and socially awkward girl with a rich inner world, she might have imagined all sorts of scenarios, fearing and worrying that he might abuse her in the future.

Back in Chiba, Akira Higashino went alone to the artists' dormitory and knocked on the door.

When Ijichi Seika opened the door, she was stunned to see Higashino Akira standing there, looking dusty and with slightly torn clothes, and Yamada Ryo, who was also covered in dust but dressed relatively well.

"Did you just return from Syria?"

"No, I just went to participate in a no-holds-barred fighting tournament with a thousand participants."

Higashino Akira reveals the truth.

But that was too straightforward. Liang Xianbei felt it wasn't very rock and roll, so she used a more artistic and universal answer: "It's rock and roll! We went to see a rock concert!"

As a former veteran of the band, upon hearing the two's explanation, and given his work and constant attention to the dynamics of people in the industry, Ichiji Seika immediately understood.

Then her heart jumped, ignoring Ryo who looked perfectly fine except for being a little dirty, and carefully went to Higashino Akira's side, looking him up and down, even inside and out, to see if he was alright.

Beside him, Yamada Ryo narrowed his eyes slightly, a thoughtful look in them, upon seeing Hoshika's reaction.

Higashino Akira gently patted away Ijichi Hoshika's hand, signaling her to relax, and comforted her while sending Ryo off to take a shower.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Ichiko rolled her eyes at him and puffed out her cheeks. "What do you mean 'nothing'? Don't you know your place? So many people in the Yunmeng Group depend on you for their livelihood. If something happens to you, the group will definitely be thrown into turmoil and eventually collapse. What are you doing messing around with that guy Liang?"

Higashino Akira reached out and poked the blond-haired woman's puffed-up cheek, making her puff up with a "pop" sound, and her puffed-up cheek immediately deflated.

“I know what I’m doing. Actually, if no one else had stepped up at the end, I could have fought them for another whole day. The others are the real challengers.”

He paused, his expression complicated, "And I didn't expect it to be like this. She didn't tell me beforehand, and I only found out when I got there that she was going to see death metal."

If he can still joke around, then he's probably really alright.

Ichika Hoshika breathed a sigh of relief, unsure whether her lecture stemmed from concern for her secret lover or from anger at her immature boss's lack of ambition.

However, the blonde older sister wasn't so gentle with Liang; her eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"Liang is getting more and more outrageous. Looks like I need to control her a bit!"

As an agent and half-sister, her power is limitless.

Ichi Seika had the confidence to say that.

Higashino Akira didn't object to this at all; on the contrary, he nodded repeatedly.

It's time to control this guy. He has no sincerity at all, using safety shorts to trick us into giving him a big hit.

I had the nerve to ask him if he wanted to come to a rock concert next month in the next county, which was going to be psychedelic.

How are you feeling?

Ijichi Hoshika took a can of green tea from the kitchen refrigerator and handed it to him, looking at him and asking him questions.

Upon hearing this, Higashino Akira looked speechless. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said softly, "I have never felt that rock and roll has made me happy."

He just hadn't felt this good hitting someone in a long time.

I had a great time being used as a human punching bag.

Instead of being influenced by heavy metal rock music.

The only drawback was that his opponents were all ordinary humans, and he held back his strength throughout, making it more of a playful exercise.

"In the end, no one else was left to fight."

"The lead singer of that band invited me onto the stage, handed me the microphone, and insisted that I was the godfather of rock."

"Then I had no choice but to sing a few songs, and the audience got more and more excited as they listened, dancing like a mob of demons. Every now and then, someone would climb onto the stage and then jump off into the crowd like an idiot."

"Later it got so noisy that even the patrol officers who came to maintain order almost suspected that those people had taken some kind of drug and were so high."

Akira Higashino: I've met many geniuses, and in the end, they all called me a genius.

Yi Di Zhixingge: "……"

You're just bragging.

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Chapter 262 Senior Sister...So Wild!

You little blondie.