Crossover Anime: How Did I Become Iruma-kun?

The dog's face was twisted and creepy, with a 0.5-degree twitch at the corner of its mouth, as if it were talking to her, but she couldn't hear the voice; all she could hear was a ringing in her ears mixed with the chirping of insects.

"Reason has returned."

Iruma cast a spell on her, protecting her fragile nerves.

Marnie, who had been trembling with fear, opened her eyes and was shocked to find that her fear of the smiling dog had disappeared.

She looked at Iruma in disbelief, "Could it be that Brother Iruma also knows mental recovery magic?"

Iruma shrugged: "Pretty much the same, it's just about removing the other person's fear so that they won't feel fear anymore."

"Now you two understand why I didn't just let you participate directly, right?"

"Understood," Marnie nodded.

Chapter 307 Let's bring them out!

If those two were to participate in the production, they'd probably both be carried out and rushed to the emergency room.

That would really cause a lot of trouble for the two of them.

"This is so incredibly awesome!" Sylvia exclaimed.

"This is super, super exciting!"

The three looked at her and saw that her face was full of excitement and satisfaction, and her smile was as perverted as could be.

This outrageous scene left Iruma speechless, feeling utterly exhausted.

Indeed, there wasn't a single normal person around me; they were all perverts, I just hadn't realized it yet.

"You two are tasked with constantly copying these paintings until there are enough to fill the entire room."

"These?! Are there more?!" Marnie's expression was horrified, clearly wanting to refuse.

Painting is such a terrifying thing; she was afraid she'd be scared to death halfway there. 25

"Of course, there's more than just one picture of Smiling Dog; there's also Crying Boy, Girl in the Rain, The Painful Person, and more."

As he spoke, Iruma kept taking out various parchments and stuffing them into the arms of the two men.

“These were all painted by Bimu and me. To ensure your safety, they have all been treated. I will cast an immunity spell on you so that you will not be afraid of these paintings.”

“No!” Sylvia almost shouted, then looked up with a frantic expression.

"The most painful thing is to numb your senses to appreciate art. Only by personally experiencing everything in the painting can you truly appreciate it!"

After listening, Iruma fell silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Then good luck."

She's still his sister, after all. If she's diagnosed with a mental illness or something, he'll really feel bad, even though she can be cured.

But there's no guarantee that it won't leave any lasting effects.

"Let's go copy it now, Senior Marnie! I can't wait!"

Sylvia dragged Marnie, whose face was filled with despair, away quickly, her expression like that of a child who had discovered a treasure.

I can't wait to open it and explore it.

Iruma and Bimu exchanged a glance, then took the art supplies back to the basement of the King's Classroom.

The basement was bright and simple, so simple that it could be described as bare.

There were only two stools, two easels, and a drawing board.

Bi Mu revealed an excited, morbid smile: "Are you ready, Iruma?"

"I'm already ready to welcome the bride out~~~".

"Of course we're ready! Let's bring those two out of hell!"

Iruma took out a strange, blood-red paintbrush, and he and Bi Mu saw that they were each other's independent paintings.

The two stood back to back, exchanging paintings at fixed times, their expressions varying.

"Not bad, Iruma. Still as ruthless as ever. That's so ungentlemanly of you!"

"You too, you were too gentle in welcoming the bride; you should have reminded her of her pain!"

"Tsk, black goes much better!"

"No, it's red!"

"A wedding dress only looks good when it's soaked in blood."

"Your expression should be pained!"

The two looked at each other's paintings until they touched them, while simultaneously incorporating their own ideas into the drawings.

After a long while, the two of them stopped painting and lay on the ground, exhausted. Their faces, bodies, and even hair were covered with various paints, revealing a unique kind of beauty in their mess.

Looking at the paintings in their hands, the sickly joyful smiles on their faces could no longer be suppressed.

"It's done!"

"My masterpiece!"

The two looked at the painting and smiled at each other, their eyes filled with a morbid malice that was almost palpable.

In the largest area of ​​the Division's exhibition area AA, Asmodeus, along with Clara and the others, continued to build facilities, and the outline of this enormous hellish pumpkin head was beginning to take shape.

"If we follow Iruma-sama's design plan, we will be able to finish it very quickly."

Asmodeus, holding the construction plan drawn up by Iruma, continuously directed and helped everyone to fix the positions.

Piquero looked up listlessly and complained, "My brother is really something. He definitely had an easier way to cover it!"

"Lord Iruma is currently in charge of the heart of our division's performance, so we should naturally share some of the pressure with him."

"And then they dragged me along!"

Goemon quickly transported the building materials and comforted him, "Alright, Lord Piquero, we are all the best of friends. Since it is our elder brother's request, we will definitely complete it perfectly!"

Little Zhima brought over various lights and decorative fixtures, all of which she had brought from her sister free of charge.

Looking at the giant pumpkin head, she felt a surge of pride and began to work with Yemas to set up the venue's mechanisms and lighting effects.

After finishing all this, Zhima wiped the sweat from her forehead, put her hands on her hips, and looked very proud.

If I do all of this well, Iruma-kun will definitely praise me!!!

Just thinking about being praised and complimented by the gentle Iruma made Shima's little eyes sparkle.

"Wow, that's amazing, Little Zhima! 800!"

Suddenly, Iruma appeared behind her and gently picked up Shima.

"Iruma-kun!!!"

Upon seeing Iruma appear out of nowhere, Kodama's eyes turned into hearts, and she felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her mouth.

Iruma looked at the equipment with delight; the effects of the numerous terrifying dummies and monsters were excellent, perfectly meeting his expectations.

"You're really amazing, Zhima! Did you come up with all of this yourself?"

"I learned these from my sister and borrowed them; the equipment is top-of-the-line, and I wanted to help Iruma-nii~"

Facing the shy little edama, Iruma gently rubbed her head and said in a soft voice, "Ah, thank you so much, edama-chan, you really helped me a lot."

"?! ...

I was just thinking about being praised by Iruma-san, and the next second it actually happened.

This is a dream come true!!!

Please bless me so I can successfully become Iruma-san's wife!!!

"Ah, do you know where Sylvia and the others are?"

“There’s Iruma-nii over there,” Little Zhima said, pointing to the makeshift tent inside the house.

Chapter 308 Let's take fear to the extreme!

On the other side, Marnie and Sylvia were huddled inside their tent, completely immersed in the world of paintings, shocked and stimulated by the various terrifying yet exquisite artworks.

Even though they are weakened imitations, they still give people a creepy feeling; these paintings seem to be alive.

The two people stared at them, and they stared back at the two people.

Those paintings express their innermost feelings through their own unique characteristics, that terrifying desire to become famous overnight and shake the demon world.

[Me, them, and others]

[Draw to perfection!]

"Excuse me~" Iruma entered the tent.

The sudden sound startled the two of them, nearly causing them to accidentally paint the wrong thing.

Iruma was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "Oh well, looks like I've come at a bit of a bad time~".