Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

In a park in Tokyo, Fujiwara Daichi sat by the lake, holding a fishing rod and steadily watching the surface of the water.

Beside him, Qi Er, the protagonist of the novel "The Resurrection Sword," held the same equipment and waited patiently for the fish to take the bait.

The two sat side by side in silence, neither of them speaking.

The float stood still on the water, without any movement for a long time.

"You're quite patient," Qi Er broke the silence first, his voice calm. "I've been sitting here for almost half an hour, and the float hasn't moved an inch. Anyone else would have packed up and left long ago."

Fujiwara Daichi did not look away, his tone calm and even: "Fishing is not about catching fish, it's about calming the mind. The less you catch, the more peaceful your mind becomes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two floats swayed slightly at almost the same time.

The slight downward curve was so subtle, yet it truly caught the fish.

"There's some movement," Qi Er whispered a reminder.

"Not enough," Fujiwara Daichi said calmly. "What do you think of the Beast Group's plan?"

"The Beast Group..."

Qi Er repeated the name, his tone filled with undisguised apprehension.

He and the old dean are friends, but that doesn't mean he'll speak for the Beast Group.

Humans and ghouls are ultimately natural enemies.

After a brief silence, Keiji slowly spoke: "Disorder, madness, all their actions are like those of wild beasts running rampant, without any order or method."

"But they are genuinely addressing issues that we dare not address."

Fujiwara Daichi stared at the still-motionless buoy, his tone flat, "We dare not interfere with those unusual events, so let them try."

"And who will bear the consequences?" Qi Er frowned.

They had considered solving it before, but it was just too difficult.

Often, a seemingly insignificant anomaly can destroy an entire city.

This is not an exaggeration, but something that actually happened.

No one can take this responsibility!

"So what? You're just going to ignore it?" Fujiwara Daichi's tone was somewhat heavy. He carried the weight of the entire nation on his shoulders, and the pressure was greater than anyone else's.

"Things from the sea have started coming ashore, and for unknown reasons, a large number of monsters have emerged in Chiba City. The death toll is still being tallied."

The three fissures in Hope Town that lead to "hell," the videotapes circulating among the people, the frequency of those unusual occurrences, not to mention the ocean riots...

Admit it, Japan is gradually heading towards an out-of-control train.

Qi Er was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Then share the information with them. If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility!"

On his shoulders, isn't the entire neon light also reflected?

"That's right. Those who defend will die. Only those who break the deadlock can win a chance to survive." Fujiwara Daichi threw his fishing rod into the lake and silently put on the helmet that was placed next to him.

"You wear a helmet while fishing?" Qi Er was dumbfounded.

Hasn't Japan always had two people in charge?

……

"Okay, I understand. Tell Mercury that I fully support him in his mission to conquer Japan."

After hanging up the phone, Coco looked at the group of people fiddling with weapons and called them over.

"Coco, what's wrong?" Farmer fiddled with his dagger, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"This is fantastic news!" Coco smiled mysteriously, dropping a bombshell right off the bat. "Fly our fighter jets over Japan and bomb the designated locations!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire arms depot fell silent.

The clanging of metal instruments and the rubbing of mechanical parts ceased completely, and everyone froze in place, turning to look at Coco.

Farmer's fingers tightened around the dagger, his eyes filled with utter shock and gravity: "Coco, are you serious? Bombing directly into Japanese airspace?"

Cross-border air strikes, bombing of the homeland!

This is no longer an arms deal; it is a real, open declaration of war, an extreme act that completely tears apart all international rules!

Once they open fire, their entire organization will be designated a terrorist group globally, leaving them with no room for maneuver.

The other team members put down their weapons, their expressions tense, and no one uttered a sound.

Coco's smile remained unchanged, and there was no hesitation in her eyes: "Don't worry, they gave us special treatment!"

"This world has truly gone mad." Rem touched her full head of white hair and asked in a deep voice, "What about international accountability? Who will clean up the mess afterward? And who will pay for the equipment that was requisitioned?"

Hearing this, Coco smiled and opened her arms to them.

"We'll pay for it ourselves, and we'll bear all the losses, whatever they may be. As for everything else, Mercury will cover it all!"

"We only need to do one thing! Unleash a barrage of fire, leaving no blade of grass untouched!"

Mercury provides the safety net.

The moment those five words were uttered, the stagnant air in the warehouse suddenly loosened.

Having followed Coco to Great Britain, they knew better than anyone the weight of that name.

The salt tide that swept through London still sends shivers down my spine when I think about it now.

Their assessment of Mercury was that he could cause a national catastrophe when he went mad.

Rem's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, her hesitation fading.

"If we can integrate into the core of the Mercury team this time, then this deal won't be a loss."

Since returning from Great Britain, they have been clear about Coco's strategy.

Move closer to Mercury's group!

……

The afternoon sun was gentle and soft, casting its light on the courtyard of the orphanage on the outskirts of Vatican City.

Father Anderson sat in the courtyard, telling the children of the orphanage about the Bible.

Shedding the fierce and ruthless aura of battle, only a rare tranquility remained in his eyes and brows.

Here, he is merely a preaching priest, not a blood-soaked saint.

The children sitting around him listened quietly to the teachings of redemption and light, their clear eyes shining brightly. In the courtyard, time passed peacefully, and tranquility prevailed.

But this peace lasted only a moment.

As the phone rang, Andrei received the highest order from the Pope.

"Is that so? It's the Holy Son's order. There's nothing I can do about it. I'll go there myself."

After calmly hanging up the phone and seeing the children off, Andrei couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"Finally! Finally, it's time to start cleaning the world of its filth!"

The gentleness in Anderson's eyes vanished completely, replaced by a burning, almost frantic longing.

He gazed at the distant eastern horizon, across thousands of miles of mountains and seas, and seemed to see out-of-control, distorted disasters roaming the streets and alleys.

The Vatican has always stood by, acting as a check and balance, unwilling to intervene in secular calamities or bear the stigma of subverting the international order.

When the Holy Son gave his command, all bonds were broken.

This is the general trend!

……

At the same time, everyone in Section 13 received orders.

"Lift all restrictions!"

"Remove all worldly constraints!"

"From this day forward, all members of the Thirteenth Division of Traitors are to emerge from seclusion!"

"Target—Neon Lights of the Far East!"

"Begin the Great Holy War!"