Crossover Anime: How Did I Become Iruma-kun?

Only Iruma could truly bring me emotional value, and he taught me a lot about creation, even making my paintings accepted and praised by everyone.

Bi Mu would never give up on the perfect match by his side, and the memories of spending time with her still linger in his mind.

Our first encounter – long ago, the Babylus Artists Group.

When Iruma was a first-grader, he visited the art troupe when he had nothing to do.

He pushed open the door to the art troupe's office, and was greeted by the pungent smell of paint mixed with other substances. The once huge room was now filled with various paintings and cardboard boxes.

"Ah, some new students have come to visit our division!"

The members of the art team immediately ran over when they saw someone coming, and the petite pink-haired devil Xia Xia quickly ran over.

"You?! Iruma-kun!!!"

Iruma looked down and immediately recognized the other person as a member of the four-person group with one eye. He raised his hand and waved.

"Hello, I'm here to observe the art troupe."

"So handsome, oh no, okay!" Xia immediately abandoned her infatuation and led him into the art troupe for a tour.

"Visiting Iruma-kun here is really interesting; the charm of art lies in that."

Iruma nodded and followed behind the other person on the tour. It has to be said that artists are all very clean; they were all disheveled, covered in paint or pencil dust.

Those palettes were even more varied, covered with all sorts of paints. After all, painting is addictive; you just can't stop!

It really does remind me of when I took art classes in the human world.

Iruma's eyes were full of memories. The atmosphere in the summer art class was not much different from here, except that these devils didn't paint as fast.

The surrounding demons stopped painting and looked at the tall figure with curiosity in their eyes.

"Oh, Iruma!"

"It's actually him!"

"That new junior who's committed a terrible crime!"

"I heard they even beat up all the division members who came to recruit new students yesterday, hahaha~"

"Isn't that super awesome?!"

"How could such a demon come to our art troupe?"

They were buzzing with discussion, their eyes glued to each other, clearly fascinated by this junior who had already gained notoriety so soon after enrolling.

"Hmm~ Her face and figure are also perfect, making her excellent material for painting."

"Yes, I think so too. I'm starting to get inspired."

Listening to the comments of the art students around him, Iruma couldn't help but twitch his lips. He could only sigh in his heart, "As expected of art students, they want to draw something as soon as they see it."

After a general tour, he arrived at the other party's art supplies area, which was surrounded by various wooden boxes containing brand-new paper, pens, and paints.

After scanning the room, he finally focused his gaze on Bi Mu, pointed at her, and asked, "Do you have any extra-large sleeping mats here?"

Xia was stunned when she heard this. She looked at Bi Mu and then at him, her expression somewhat troubled, unsure of how to explain.

Seeing this, the senior student next to them put down his paintbrush and came over, pulling the two aside and whispering, "That devil is a fifth-year repeater, a very strange guy!"

"If we get involved with that demon, everything will become strange!"

"Her work is also very strange; everyone who has seen her work..."

The answer is obvious: it certainly won't be a good outcome, and it might even be a big problem.

But this only piqued Iruma's interest, and his curiosity about this Bimu increased exponentially.

The senior continued, "Has Iruma-kun studied painting?"

"Yes, I've studied it."

"Oh, that's wonderful! Coming to our division would be perfect for you. We have all kinds of painting materials, although you'll have to buy the good ones yourself."

"However, we will reimburse most of the cost of art supplies. Would you like to try painting one?"

"It will also allow us to see Iruma-kun's level, so that we can arrange senior students according to their style and preferences."

"Is that so? Then I'll make a fool of myself and try my best."

Iruma smiled knowingly, snapped his fingers to summon high-level painting tools, each crafted to the standards of a superior artifact.

"Eh?!"

The artists were stunned, blinking and rubbing their eyes repeatedly, wondering if they had seen wrong.

These things appeared out of thin air, which is fine, but the high-end texture and magic they exude are incomparable to ordinary painting tools.

Is this all the resources the grandson of the three heroes could have?!

Even the paintings use such expensive tools and paper!

Everyone felt envious and jealous, and could only sigh that these were the children of wealthy families.

Iruma found a stool, sat down, and stared at the blank paper, his mind wandering.

What is the deepest part of my heart? What is truly worthy of this feeling right now?

As I pondered, the paintbrush had already begun to dance unconsciously, its strokes flowing gracefully like a dragon in flight.

Chapter 314 Tell Me Everything

"Ok?"

Bi Mu, who was lying on the box, felt the presence and slowly raised his head.

She paused when she saw Iruma painting, wondering why he exuded some kind of attraction.

The division members watched Iruma's painting in silence. The original noise gradually turned into deathly silence, and the expressions on everyone's faces began to become solemn.

There was a sense of fear in my heart. As the form of the painting intensified, the urge to close my eyes kept arising, but it was as if my eyes were being forced open by an invisible hand, and I couldn't close them no matter what I did.

Just then, Bi Mu climbed up from the box, walked forward step by step, and reached out to push through the crowd to get behind Iruma.

When she saw what was in the painting, her black pupils contracted sharply.

she is?!

The painting depicts a black, rainy night. Amidst the downpour, a mysterious woman dressed in black and wearing a black hat lowers her eyes as if waiting for something.

I want to know, I want to know

I want to know everything about her!

How did the person in front of me manage to paint it?!

A blush rose to Bi Mu's face, and his heart pounded.

The painting gradually took shape. The simple combination of night, torrential rain, and a woman in black gave everyone a chilling feeling.

In a daze, darkness enveloped the surroundings, and torrential rain poured down relentlessly.

Standing before them was a woman in black, silently approaching them with a black umbrella in hand.

Everyone's eyes were filled with boundless fear.

run!

Run!

This guy is extremely dangerous!!

Even if you shout it a thousand times in your heart, your legs feel like they're filled with lead, and you can't move an inch. You can only watch helplessly as the other person approaches you.

Iruma was completely absorbed in his drawing and didn't notice the changes around him at all. Even the disappearance of sound couldn't pull him back to reality.

For him, painting is something that cannot be stopped, and he can be completely immersed in it.

Once I start drawing, I will never leave the canvas for a moment until I am completely satisfied!

"Done." With the last stroke, Iruma finally raised his head in satisfaction.

"Huh? Why are you so quiet?"

He then noticed the eerie silence around him, with only heavy, rapid breathing audible.

Iruma turned his head and saw that everyone's expressions were filled with fear and shock. Only then did he realize what had happened and immediately covered up the painting.

But the expressions of the people around him were already distorted beyond recognition, so even if the painting was taken back now, it would be of no use.

Were they affected by this painting, "Lady in the Rain"? If they aren't restored, the whole scene might end up here.

"recover."

As soon as Iruma spoke, the magic came true, and everyone instantly returned to normal. The nightmare they had just experienced was blurred and eliminated by an invisible force.

The senior student rubbed his temples and asked, puzzled, "What just happened?!"

"It looks like I saw something incredibly terrifying."

"Ugh, I can't remember. My head is spinning."