Crossover Anime: From DanMachi to Becoming a Garbage Scavenging Master

"So, Tiger, what do you want me to help you with this time?"

Tiger remained silent for a moment before finally revealing the true purpose of his trip.

"I don't know why you gave me this book," he looked up and stared directly at Tianxing, "but you must agree with my thoughts to do so."

"I would like to ask for your assistance on my journey to the Holy Land. If I succeed in freeing those slaves, please grant them true freedom if possible."

He paused, his voice deepening, carrying a sense of desperation: "And I, from now on, am willing to serve you."

Tianxing didn't answer immediately, but just looked at him quietly for a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

"Can."

“However, Tiger,” Skywalker stood up, “the suffering on this ocean is far more than just that of slaves.”

"Get ready, and then follow me. There are far more people on your journey than you think."

After saying that, he turned to Neptune and Otohime, who were sitting to one side, and said, "Neptune, Otohime, come with me. Come and see for yourselves the malice Tiger spoke of."

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North Sea, the white town of Flevans.

When the people set foot on this land, the once pristine white town was completely unrecognizable.

The surrounding walls were charred gray-black by thick smoke, countless corpses lay strewn across the ground, and blood stained the stone pavement dark red. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

The ocean-infused rhythm in Tianxing's hands could dispel the foreign soldiers like the whispers of a siren, but it couldn't dispel the lingering gloom in everyone's hearts.

"Is this... really the wealthy Frivans?"

Otohime gazed at the scene before her, her voice lowering. Amber lead was an excellent raw material, and many related products were made in Ryugu Castle; she was familiar with the name. But she had never imagined that the source of those products was now a burning town.

The many corpses lying on the ground had skin and hair that appeared somewhat unusually white.

"What on earth happened here? I can feel the despair and madness all around me."

Tianxing explained to everyone, "Besides the temporary wealth brought to this town, the lead mine also carries potential risks."

"People who are exposed to amber ore for a long time will develop amber lead disease, in which the patient's skin and hair will gradually turn white until death. What's even more frightening is that the disease can be passed on to offspring and shorten their lifespan."

"The World Government and the Flevans royal family colluded to conceal the truth. When the disease broke out, the surrounding countries mistakenly believed that Amber Lead Disease was an infectious disease, so they closed their borders and sent troops to wipe out everyone in the city."

Tiger clenched his fists, staring at the curled-up corpse at his feet, his voice hoarse: "...Even towards their own kind, can the World Government go to this extent? Is there really no cure for this disease?"

"They probably don't care at all. The World Government has known about this for over a hundred years, yet it has never approved Flevans' application to join. As for the royal family, they all fled long before the war even broke out."

"...What a pity."

Metalia's voice was soft. Looking at the town that had once been white, her eyes slightly reddened. "Such a beautiful place... Lord Prometheus, can we help them?"

Tianxing turned around, reached out and patted her head, his tone unusually gentle as he said, "Of course I'll help. Let's go to the hospital up ahead first."

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"Ugh, brother...it hurts so much, my body is getting whiter and whiter..."

"Just bear with it a little longer, Rami. Daddy is the best doctor in the country; he can definitely cure you!"

Bang—bang—

"Two infected have been eliminated... Ah... Flevance's mission... successfully completed?... The King already said it was time to return?"

The sound of soldiers gradually receding into the distance could be heard.

The little boy pushed open the door and saw two figures lying on the ground.

"Dad—! Mom—!!"

He rushed over, his knees slamming heavily to the ground, but the nightmare wasn't over yet; the real hell lay outside the hospital.

The childhood friend lay sprawled on the ground, and the nun who had protected all the children like an older sister also lay quietly to one side, lifeless.

He remembered that the nun had once said—

There is no despair in the world; the light of compassion will surely come.

But the light did not come when he hoped.

"Sister! Ahh ...

Young Trafalgar D. Law threw his head back and wept. He felt something inside him shatter, something that could never be put back together.

Just then, a man's voice came from afar.

"This really is hell. Metaria, is your magic flowing smoothly?"

A white-haired girl beside the man replied, "Yes, Lord Prometheus. There's some blockage, but it can be used normally with the help of the fire."

"Looks like I was treated like one of the locals when I was swallowed up by the world," the man said casually, but with a very confident tone. "Well then, let's bring a miracle to the people of this world in Frevans."

Luo was drawn to the conversation and noticed that some fish-men were walking together with humans, which was a strange combination.

The white-haired girl took a step forward, took a deep breath, and softly began to chant: "Source of compassion, blessing of birth, bearing all beings is my fundamental wish..."

Luo sensed something; there was a strange, warm rhythm emanating from the other person, making him want to get closer.

As the girl continued chanting, the power grew stronger and more sacred, but Luo vaguely sensed that the power was trembling, as if it were struggling.

The man beside him glanced at it and said, "The total amount of magic power is still insufficient. Expand the casting range, and I'll help you with the rest."

He placed his hand on the girl's shoulder, and a seed made of energy appeared in the air. Light continuously flowed into the girl's body, and the trembling power stabilized again.

"...Answer my call. Make the stagnant heart beat again, let the dried blood flow once more—"

The girl's voice rose above the ruins, clear and bright.

"Rise, Garden of Life!"

The moment the sound ended, the energy of the chanting flowed into the seed in the air, and it suddenly grew into a towering tree.

Countless tiny seeds fell from the branches and leaves, drifting to every corner of the town, spreading greenery wherever they went, as if spring had suddenly descended upon this dead city.

The blood began to flow back.

The wounds of the people who fell to the ground healed little by little, and their heartbeats began to beat again in their chests.

They slowly got up from the ground, staring blankly at their hands and at each other, as if they couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

After the nun awoke, she seemed to understand something. She walked to the man and girl, clasped her hands together, bowed her head, and said in a choked voice, "My Lord God... have you and Her Highness finally seen our suffering?"

The white-haired girl, having exhausted all her strength, slumped softly into the arms of a girl who looked similar to her.

After catching her breath, she noticed the words "Saintess" and a slight blush rose to her face. She hurriedly tried to sit up and distance herself from the topic, but her limbs didn't obey her commands: "Saint, Saintess... I'm just Lord Prometheus's maid."