Crossover Anime: How Did I Become Iruma-kun?

"You're the most interesting one, hahaha~~!"

"Hurry up! I can't wait to start drawing!"

If the Demon Princess is a controlling yandere, then Bi Mu is a destructive yandere.

Each one is crazier than the last.

Iruma, having given up all hope, managed to break free from the other's embrace.

“Of course, let’s create a painting that is truly unique, Judeine!”

"Alright, Iruma!"

"Let's begin this terrifying ordeal!"

He carried Bimu away from the art troupe, with Sylvia and Marnie following closely behind like two little tails.

Marnie watched the three figures disappear into the distance and asked uncertainly, "Iruma-sensei, can I really participate?"

Upon hearing this, Iruma stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and smiled: "Of course you can, and don't underestimate yourself, Marnie. The demons I've chosen are absolutely extraordinary!"

!!!

These words struck her heart like an arrow.

Marnie's eyes widened, and Iruma's already dazzling figure became even more scorching like the blazing sun.

A demon like me

Can something be extraordinary?!

"Also, you can call me Iruma-nii like Sylvia does. There's no need to call me 'teacher.' It's guild time right now~"

Bi Mu, riding on Iruma's back, shook Iruma's head and said, "Stop rambling on, Iruma. Take me there now, I want to draw right now!"

"I know, I know."

The four returned to the Magic Tool Research Group. Asmodeus and the others had already gone out to seek help. Now, the entire theme construction for the group's exhibition was entirely entrusted to the four of them.

"Snapped!"

With a snap of his fingers, everything Bimu needed appeared out of thin air: easels, canvases, parchment, paints, and brushes—all of the finest quality.

Bi Mu picked up the art supplies and played with them. "They're really good, Iruma. You can always take them out so easily, hehehe~~~."

"As expected of you, Iruma~"

"Then hurry up and tell me, tell me all the information and story about this protagonist!"

Iruma nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "That's a long story, so please listen carefully!"

The three people sitting on the ground all pricked up their ears, and Bi Mu lay on his lap, quietly waiting for the story to begin.

"She was a lonely and silent girl. From the moment she gained consciousness, her life was shrouded in darkness and shadow, twisted and painful."

"Why don't you understand me? Why don't you listen to me? Why won't you accept me? Why can't I express my pain?"

"Then let you experience it! Let you suffer it! Let you share this pain!"

"In this endless suffering, the girl poured all her emotions into her paintings. With each new painting, a demon would die in the same way."

"Huh?!" Sylvia and Marnie's eyes widened, not expecting such an unusual method of murder.

Chapter 306 A Terrifying Beginning

Although it was thrilling and terrifying.

However, when they drew pictures based on this story, their inspiration flowed like a spring.

Iruma smiled and continued, "In the end, the crazed girl killed her friend with her own hands, because the happiness called marriage felt more like a betrayal to her."

"In her anger and pain, she drew her friend's desperate and distorted face after death, using her own blood to forever freeze that painful image in that moment!"

"She imprisoned the girl's soul in the painting, so that she could keep it by her side forever, and make it her own love forever!"

"Let her be a bride who can never be a bride, that's the name of that dress."

"The bride who can never be a bride!"

The three of them felt a chill run down their spines after hearing the whole thing; they were both excited and nervous. The subject matter was just too interesting.

Thrilling, chilling, insane!!!

It completely touched the heart of the painter.

Bi Mu sat in his lap and pulled his head down, "Hahaha~ So the theme of the painting is red?"

"Then tell me everything about the two of us: our interests, our ages and habits, and the whole process!"

"no problem."

Iruma recounted all the fabricated information.

The level of detail was so great that it was as if the demon truly existed, only she was lurking in the depths of darkness, not yet revealed.

"Are we going to start creating now, Iruma-san?!" Sylvia couldn't wait any longer; the urge to paint was now irrepressible.

Iruma shook his head. "It wasn't us."

At this point, he put his arm around Bi Mu and continued, "It was her and me."

"Huh? Aren't we supposed to be drawing together, Iruma-kun?"

Sylvia's expression froze, not understanding why the other party would exclude the two of them from the plan.

Marnie saw the sadness in the other person's eyes and felt a deep sense of empathy. She looked up and asked, "Does it mean you think we'll be a burden?"

Iruma shook his head again. "No, it's to protect you."

"Protect us?"

“That’s right, we will protect you. At least until Bi Mu and I finish the painting, neither of you can get involved. Otherwise, it will be the most dangerous and insane poison for you.”

Bi Mu grabbed Iruma and hugged him, his face full of yandere charm: "That's right, my paintings are only for Iruma to see~".

"It can only be shown to Iruma."

"If you two were to see us, it would be extremely dangerous, and there would be absolutely no way for the two of us to save you."

Within the entire Demon Realm, Bi Mu knew that Iruma was the only person in the entire Demon Realm who could appreciate his paintings and support his creations.

They can even collaborate with each other to create things that would frighten Bi Mu.

This is the danger unique to mad artists.

Iruma nodded. "At the very least, you'll all suffer a mental breakdown and fall into a coma, so don't even think about participating in something so dangerous right now."

"After Bimu and I finish our painting, I will make a copy that is within a safe range of danger. That will be the time when we really need you."

"And now, Asmodeus and the others are gathering materials and building the haunted house. You two need to be the source of inspiration, providing them with ideas and guidance."

At this point, he picked up the large stack of inspiration drawings and shoved them into Sylvia's hands. "These are all good references, but be careful not to go too crazy, or those guys will be too scared to come in."

Marnie moved closer to the other person, constantly looking at the inspiration drawings that were being flipped through.

"Amazing"

The various terrifying paintings, though not quite to the level of Bi Mu's, were enough to make the two of them feel extremely disgusted.

"Did Iruma-san draw all of these by himself?" Sylvia kept flipping through the papers in her hand, which contained all sorts of interesting inspirational drawings, some of which could even be connected to form stories.

It's simply unimaginable.

“You can also call it, Dark Shiba Inu.” Iruma gave a mysterious smile.

The elements he used were all based on various horror paintings and ancient legends from the real world, with themes including corpse parties and dark brothels.

The comics inside are terrifying and horrifying; they don't even need to come alive to be incredibly chilling...

Iruma took out a parchment scroll from his pocket and handed it to the two of them, carefully instructing them: "Be careful. Although this painting is already within a safe range, you must be mentally prepared, otherwise you will definitely be scared to death."

"Gudong~!"

Sylvia and her companion swallowed hard, each grabbing one side and slowly unfolding the parchment.

The parchment felt like an ancient, dusty, and ominous object; just holding it in one's hands felt chilling and piercing, and a sinister aura constantly enveloped the two of them.

The first thing that catches the eye is black and red, followed by red windows and shop windows, and it seems as if the world inside the painting is seeping with blood.

As the illusion gradually unfolded, a terrifying yet insane smiling dog came into view.

His face, peeled skin, was a bloody mess, the corners of his mouth twisted into an unnatural smile, and his red eyes were filled with a mad killing intent.

“Aa ...

Marnie screamed and threw the scroll she was holding away, then immediately curled up and covered her head.

Even though the image was reduced to what is considered normal, it still had a significant impact on her.

It's hard to imagine that this is a weakened version. If it were the original artwork, how terrifying would it be?

She dared not imagine any further.

The smiling dog is like a brand imprint on my mind; it appears whenever I close my eyes.