Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

"Hmph, what a hassle."

A woman's voice snorted coldly inside her, and Kuroyukihime felt a warmth in her body, suddenly realizing that she was wearing a familiar nightgown.

This relieved Kuroyukihime, who stood up with a flushed face and then flew up.

"Huh, what is this... what is this..."

"Since you are the woman he chose, how can you not even understand this little thing? You are destined to become a Heroic Spirit in the future. Your quality makes me doubt his choice."

Kuroyukihime immediately shut up. Although she still had a lot of questions in her mind, she immediately became nervous when it came to Mo Mo. Although she didn't know what was going on, she decided that she absolutely could not smear Mo Mo's reputation!

After fiddling around for a few seconds, Kuroyukihime finally figured out what was going on.

She is now essentially a point; she can move as she pleases, floating like a ghost, with nothing around her hindering her. Right now, she is like an onlooker, enjoying a true holographic 3D movie.

However, the main character in the movie is Momo.

Kuroyukihime guessed that it was mostly the power of the woman in white, but she didn't ask any more questions, for fear of displeasing this being.

Having figured all this out, Kuroyukihime floated to Momo's side, wanting to see the current Momo, the younger Momo.

Then Kuroyukihime froze.

In her opinion, what could make Momo so focused must be something like homework, or maybe Momo was playing with some toys?

Judging from Mo Mo's current age, he should only be eleven or twelve years old, which is probably the Mo Mo from three or four years ago.

However, on Momo's desk were not toys or homework documents, but a row of bullets gleaming with a brass-colored light.

On one side are bullets that have already been packaged and labeled MadeByMM, and on the other side are bullets with the casings and bullets separated, waiting to be assembled.

Moreover, there were many impressive-looking, sophisticated instruments in front of Mo Mo, which he was using to weigh black granular gunpowder.

Seeing these things and watching Mo Mo's skillful movements, Kuroyukihime was completely stunned.

She couldn't fathom what Momo was doing; it seemed Momo was from a completely different world. Only then did she suddenly take in her surroundings, pursing her lips. She felt this didn't seem to be from the same era as her.

What exactly happened?

At this moment, a white light suddenly appeared behind Mo Mo, and a woman in a hazy state appeared, seemingly curious about Mo Mo's every move.

Kuroyukihime stared at the white light and then at the familiar figure, momentarily stunned. Not long ago, this was the person who had merged with her, granting her the ability to move freely.

This time, the female voice explained it to Kuroyukihime.

"That's the me from her memories. As for the me that merged with you, that's the me now."

Kuroyukihime nodded as if she understood, but dared not ask any more questions. Since the female voice was willing to answer her questions, that was the best thing.

Mo Mo seemed to sense something at this moment, stood up, turned around in confusion, looked at the empty studio, and asked, "Is anyone there?"

Could Mo Mo not see it?

Kuroyukihime understood in an instant, and then a chill ran down her spine... Could this white figure be a demon?

Then she regretted her wild thoughts, because the female voice spoke up, saying, "I will hold your rudeness against Mo Mo."

The transparent woman over there didn't seem to care about Mo Mo's probing gaze, because she believed that Mo Mo definitely couldn't see her.

At this moment, Kuroyukihime also sized up Mo Mo, who looked obviously young with a youthful face.

However, Mo Mo's eyes made Kuroyukihime's heart ache. They were not the eyes of a child; they seemed to be full of wisdom and maturity, but even more so, a chilling indifference.

Even someone who has spent countless years in the Accelerated World would surely assume that he is older than them if they saw such a look in his eyes.

But Mo Mo in front of me is so young...

"Here?"

At this moment, young Momo suddenly smiled, took off his gloves, and reached out to touch what was in front of him.

That was the location of the translucent woman.

The translucent woman stared at Mo Mo without moving. Mo Mo's hand easily passed through her cheek, but then he withdrew it and placed it on the woman's face, gently stroking it.

"No matter what you are, since you don't intend to bully me, are you here to be friends with me? Although I can't see you and can't communicate with you, I can treat you as a friend if you're willing."

The woman remained silent. After a while, Mo Mo, seemingly disappointed, said, "Fine, it seems we can't communicate after all..."

"Can you see me?"

The woman spoke at this moment, and Mo Mo's face showed a hint of surprise. He said, "You can communicate with me?"

"I'm curious, can you see me?"

“It’s not that I can see it,” Mo Mo said, seeing the other person’s persistent question. “I only sensed it. It’s strange because it wasn’t seen with my eyes. Besides, this isn’t the first time you’ve come to see me, is it? So you really want to be friends with me?”

The woman shook her head and said, "No, I just noticed your unusual behavior among humans and came to see what your condition was."

"I don't understand. So, you mean you like looking at me?"

"...You could say that."

"So you're still my friend after all?"

Mo Mo grinned. Seeing that familiar smile, Kuroyukihime felt a little relieved. Sure enough, this smile belonged to Mo Mo.

Faced with Mo Mo's questioning, the woman fell silent. Mo Mo asked her a few questions, but when the woman stopped responding, she felt a little disappointed and said, "Then you can look around as you like. I still need to work. If I don't work, my mother, sister, and I won't have anything to eat today."

After saying that, Mo Mo turned around and threw himself into his work, while Kuroyukihime looked at Mo Mo's work with a somewhat incomprehensible gaze.

She roughly figured out what Momo was doing. It wasn't simply manufacturing bullets. It was already incredible that someone Momo's age was still doing something as simple as manufacturing bullets.

Watching Momo meticulously weigh the gunpowder and carefully adjust the bullet's angle, Kuroyukihime was certain that Momo was making handmade bullets, and the highest precision bullets that professionals were demanding at high prices for.

While standard bullets are widely used, there are subtle differences, perhaps only a few milligrams. However, these few milligrams can make a significant difference in sniping at ranges of hundreds or even thousands of meters.

At this point, a professional bullet maker is needed to handcraft bullets with almost no difference in precision, requiring an accuracy of one-thousandth of a gram. And Momo... seems to be such a craftsman.

But Mo Mo looks like he's only eleven or twelve years old right now...

What exactly is going on here...?

53 A Colorful World

No one answered Kuroyukihime's question. She wanted to ask the mysterious voice, but it was clear that it wouldn't answer her.

The woman in white was unknown, but Mo Mo recognized her, and she was clearly beyond the human level.

Kuroyukihime lives in a near-future world, so naturally she wouldn't believe in so-called demons and monsters. Instead, she felt that the white figure might be a manifestation of some kind of technological power, just like the mysterious Accel World.

No one paid any attention to Kuroyukihime. She could only watch quietly, along with the white-haired woman from Mo Mo's memories, quietly becoming a spectator.

Mo Mo was young, and his hands were also small, completely different from the large hands that Kuroyukihime remembered as warm and comforting. In fact, because his hands were so small, the gloves he wore had a knuckle hanging down.

However, those hands showed no sign of trembling. They steadily performed precise operations, using gunpowder to correct the shape of the bullets and load them. One by one, sniper bullets with an error within one-thousandth of a gram were produced and quietly stacked in a box on the other side.

The studio was dimly lit, with only the cold light from the overhead lamp above Mo Mo providing illumination. However, Kuroyukihime suddenly felt that the studio was so quiet. If you ignored the somewhat gloomy atmosphere and the messy clutter around it, it was a rare sanctuary.

A shelter that completely isolates the inside from the outside.

Kuroyukihime began to tense up. This oppressive little room, clearly a place that exploited Momo's labor, was actually the place where Momo felt most at ease...

What might be outside?

"It's done!"

Mo Mo stretched, looked at the five large boxes of bullets beside him, and nodded in satisfaction. With these bullets finished, his livelihood was once again secure.

Then, Momo picked up the bullets and walked towards the door of the room, and Kuroyukihime followed Momo's footsteps, leaving the small room and entering the outside world.

In an instant, a yellow expanse came into view.

yellow?

Kuroyukihime stared wide-eyed at everything before her, astonished not by the objects themselves, but by the fact that everything was covered in a yellow hue.

These colors shouldn't exist in the first place. In reality, no one would paint everything yellow, right?

Wait... yellow?

Kuroyukihime was taken aback, then suddenly realized something: this was a dream, and ultimately it was an accelerated process of the world excavating Mo Mo's heart wound.

Yellow...is it Mo Mo's heartache?

Kuroyukihime pursed her lips. She naturally knew the meaning of yellow. Yellow refers to the heartache in life. It is not limited to one person, nor does it extend to the whole world. It is a color that appears when a person has pain in their life situation, environment, and the people around them.

Is the color yellow truly the source of Mo Mo's heartache? Perhaps it's because of his difficult childhood?

But... isn't Momo a prince of Dubai?

What is going on here?

Mo Mo left the small room and came out. The small room was a warehouse, and inside the warehouse were stacks of wooden crates, and inside the crates were weapons of murder, guns.

The guns are genuine. Because this is America, the place where Momo works is a large gun store, which naturally also sells ammunition. Momo's handcrafted bullets have become the store's signature product.

What no one knows is that the handcrafted bullets, which many people believe require experienced master craftsmen to painstakingly create, were actually made by an eleven or twelve-year-old child, who was also being exploited here.

"Uncle Ham, I've completed today's task."

Following Mo Mo's gaze, Kuroyukihime turned to a large man sitting behind the bar. He was a typical American man, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. He was probably a bit overweight due to his age. If he weren't overweight, he would probably be a muscular strongman.

"Take off your clothes, do I need to say more?"

Ham's words made Kuroyukihime's body stiffen abruptly. He actually asked Momo to take off her clothes. What was he doing?!

Could it be... a crime?

Kuroyukihime's heart clenched suddenly. She watched as Momo began to undress, her heart nearly torn apart. She almost forgot that this was a dream and desperately tried to stop Momo.

"Don't worry, little girl. Although this is a nightmare, he is still the protagonist of the nightmare. From this age, he has been the protagonist of his own life. He is someone you can't compare to."

The woman in white spoke again, her cold tone calming Kuroyukihime down slightly. Kuroyukihime realized that she had probably misunderstood.

Momo took off his coat, leaving him in only a pair of boxer shorts. Ham also stood up. At this moment, Kuroyukihime realized that Ham only had one hand—his right hand had been cut off at the wrist, and she didn't know who had done it.

Ham's actions relieved Kuroyukihime. He didn't do anything to Momo, but instead grabbed Momo's clothes and shook them vigorously. After finding that there was no noise or falling objects, he threw the clothes back to Momo.

“I trusted you at first, but it’s the handover ceremony for the gang leader recently, and there’s no room for error. Even if something goes wrong, the items can’t be leaked out of our place.”

“Your father is about to become the leader, and then you will be free from this kind of life. Although you and your father don’t have a good relationship, you are still father and son.”

Mo Mo silently put on her clothes, shook her head, and said, "My father doesn't like me. Seeing me would probably remind him of things he doesn't want to remember, so my life won't change."

Ham listened to Momo's words and looked at him silently. Suddenly, he said, "Kid, don't you hate your father? I've heard about it, I've heard about that."