Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

Similar conversations unfolded one after another, as if in this woman's eyes, her son had all sorts of identities, while Momo continued the conversation, one after another, until the woman fell silent again.

The woman... has truly gone mad.

Mo Mo, on the other hand, was extremely accommodating to the woman.

The eerie conversation gripped Kuroyukihime's heart, causing her, an observer, to feel a heart-wrenching pain.

These things... shouldn't be the responsibility of an eleven or twelve-year-old child.

A moment later, the sound of bubbling filled the kitchen; the woman's vegetable soup was finally getting on track. At that moment, a girl wearing a strapless top and jeans walked in.

She was probably fifteen or sixteen years old, with freckles all over her face and a short ponytail at the back of her head. She couldn't be called beautiful, but she had a great figure, and coupled with her daring clothing, she still exuded a compelling youthful energy.

Before entering, she had a smile on her face, but as soon as she entered, the smile disappeared, replaced by a cold and stiff expression.

Especially when he saw the woman sitting on the sofa, the complex expression in his eyes was completely unreadable.

The girl's arrival surprised Kuroyukihime.

She was surrounded by a rich blue light.

This made her even more attractive to Kuroyukihime. The blue heart wound represents the heart wound inflicted on an individual, or a group of specific people, by the Accelerator.

Why did this girl cause Mo Mo heartache?

Kuroyukihime suddenly felt a little flustered. What was the relationship between this girl and Momo?

The girl who entered the room sniffed and immediately turned her gaze to the kitchen. Hearing the gurgling sounds coming from inside, she was almost certain what had happened.

A visible surge of anger rose on her face. Like a rooster provoked into a rage, she strode toward the kitchen and, before even entering, yelled at the boy inside.

"Get out!"

56 It's time to end this.

Her cold tone was devoid of any emotion, clearly indicating that Jenny loathed Momo to the extreme.

"At least wait until I've finished making dinner. You're not very good at this, are you?"

Mo Mo seemed to have long been used to Jenny's disdainful tone, and continued doing everything calmly, while Jenny looked at the vegetables bubbling in the pot and fell silent.

She not only doesn't know how, she has never done it before.

"Why did you do this? I don't understand. You're not a stupid little child; you know perfectly well that she's just my mother, not yours!"

"But she treats me like her son."

“You are not her son. I only have one older brother, George, who is dead!”

"In your mother's heart, George is still alive, isn't he?"

Momo's tone was flat, while Jenny's face turned bright red. She seemed to want to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

"Don't fight, kids. George, as your older brother, you have to be patient with your sister and help her find a good husband in the future!"

Upon hearing the woman's words, both of them froze. Mo Mo was the first to react, grinned, and said, "Mom, why don't you let me be Jenny's boyfriend? I will love her and take care of her for the rest of my life."

Mo Mo's words made the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl even stiffer, and the result of his foul mouth was that he received three consecutive blows to the knee from the girl.

As for the woman, she seemed not to have heard or understood the words, and did not respond.

"Are you crazy?!"

The girl grabbed Mo Mo's collar, her freckled face flushed, and said, "You're playing the role of my brother George right now, and you actually have designs on me? You're such a brat, are you going to lay a hand on your sister?!"

Kuroyukihime's eyes twitched wildly, her lips curled in dissatisfaction, yet she was helpless. She was now certain that the ordinary-looking girl in front of her was probably Mo Mo's first love.

First love...

Kuroyukihime would never admit to the faint hint of jealousy in her heart!

Mo Mo chuckled, touched his hair, and said, "Jenny, you've confused me. Am I your brother, or the brat you're talking about?"

Jenny stared at Momo, seemingly trying to read his mind, then pushed him away, saying, "How should I know? You've made such a mess of things, I don't know either! And don't put pepper in the vegetable soup, I hate pepper!"

"Okay, little sister."

"Don't call me 'little sister,' call me 'older sister'!"

“Okay, Jenny.”

"You little rascal!"

Jenny grumbled as she left the room and sat on the sofa, chatting with the other woman. Mo Mo, on the other hand, smiled contentedly and continued preparing a simple dinner.

In the dim light, the three ate their dinner in silence. The woman would occasionally pull Momo and Jenny aside to say something, but all she said was to get their cooperation, and it was all things that had never happened.

In her eyes, she was probably a happy housewife. Her son had been admitted to university and entered the workforce, and she had a beautiful wife and a chubby grandson. Her daughter was also a well-behaved little lady, loved by every child and teacher at school.

Of course, this was all in her imagination, but what was a fantasy for ordinary people was a blissful and wonderful life for her, who had already gone mad.

"You've finished eating, aren't you going to get out of here?"

Seeing Momo clearing away the dishes, Jenny once again told her to leave, but Momo made a pitiful face and said, "Are you suggesting I spend the night on the street?"

Jenny gritted her teeth, glaring angrily at Momo, but after being criticized by the woman, she finally relented and said, "The usual place."

After he finished speaking, he tossed a key over, which Mo Mo caught casually.

This scene was not unfamiliar to Momo. He had actually lived in this house for a long time, but Jenny never acknowledged his existence. Whenever she was in a bad mood, she would vent her frustrations on Momo's problems.

Now, there's no doubt that the venting is over.

The woman went to bed early, which was the most reassuring thing about her. Although she had mental health issues, she was surprisingly quiet in her normal state. Perhaps she was already immersed in her own happy world, like a rag doll, quiet in a way that was heartbreaking.

"Did something unpleasant happen today?" Mo Mo asked.

Jenny rolled her eyes at Mo Mo, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "You know perfectly well what day it is today."

"I saw him again, that disgusting man. Yet I have to call him Dad, and my mom and I depend on him for our livelihood. It disgusts me, it makes me... want to die."

Jenny curled up on the sofa, trembling. Momo went over to comfort her, but Jenny pushed him aside.

"None of your business, you brat. I'm much older than you, do you think I'm less mature?"

Jenny discreetly wiped her eyes and said, "And what's wrong with you? Don't you have a home? Don't you have any family? You've been living in my house all this time. Do you really consider yourself part of my family?"

"I pay for my living expenses; I provide all my food every day, don't I?"

"That's not the point! You..."

Jenny pointed at Mo Mo, her expression changing, and finally seemed to have made up her mind, saying, "I actually know who you are. You're the son of that Eastern villain, aren't you?"

Mo Mo's eyes widened suddenly, and she shuddered.

"Ha, you really think I don't know? You little brat, your identity is much more famous than you think, and your bastard father is about to become the leader. Everyone calls him the devil from the East in private, didn't you know?"

Momo was speechless in the face of Jenny's sarcasm.

"Looks like you knew, you knew all along and still came to my house..."

Jenny stared at Momo, waiting for his answer.

"I'm sorry about what happened to George."

This is the only thing Momo can say right now.

"Sorry? If 'sorry' were useful..."

Jenny suddenly raised her voice, grabbed something from the table and threw it at Momo, hitting Momo's face repeatedly and leaving several red and swollen marks.

"If 'sorry' works, give my brother George back!"

Momo stood there dejectedly, offering no resistance, while Jenny also stopped, her rage turning into sobs.

“My brother was the only hope for this family, but he died at your father’s hands. Now, my mother has gone mad, and it’s too late for this family. We thought we could escape that man’s shadow, but now it’s all over. It’s all your father’s fault.”

I'm sorry.

Jenny wiped away her tears and said, "You don't need to apologize. It's none of your business, you brat. Also, I've made myself clear today. Don't come here again. I've already applied to drop out of school today. I'm turning sixteen soon. I'll find a job and support myself and my mother."

Mo Mo raised her head and said, "Jenny, actually I can..."

"Shut up, you brat! I'm sixteen years old. Do you think my mother and I are supposed to be supported by a twelve-year-old like you? What kind of nonsense is that! I know it's your father's fault, not yours."

Jenny's words did not make Momo feel relieved; instead, they made him feel a sense of helplessness. Perhaps it really was time to end it.

"So, you shouldn't come anymore. I can forgive you, but seeing you makes me think of the murderer who killed my brother."

"At least tonight, you won't kick me out, will you?"

Jenny looked at Momo, whose expression remained indifferent, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "This is the last night. Starting tomorrow, I absolutely do not want to see you again. Go to the basement yourself; all your things are there anyway!"

After saying that, Jenny left alone, leaving Momo all alone.

Mo Mo stood alone in the living room for an unknown amount of time before finally taking action. He took the key, opened the basement door, and entered the basement where he had lived for an unimaginable amount of time.

The basement was practically empty, except for a makeshift table—its legs were made of junk, and its tabletop was a wooden board.

Reaching the table, Mo Mo turned on the desk lamp, adding a sliver of light to the dim basement.

Then, Momo took out a sealed small box from the clutter. Inside the box were several black sausages, some cables and other things, and finally a small digital watch.

Mo Mo took out a pair of tweezers and carefully inserted them into the crevices of his fingernails, which were filled with black gunpowder. It was natural to encounter such a situation when handling gunpowder.

A wisp of powder drifted down onto the white paper that Mo Mo had laid out. After cleaning under all ten fingernails, a small clump of gunpowder appeared on the paper.

Momo carefully poured the gunpowder into the small box, then poured it onto one of the gunpowder sausages, and pinched the gunpowder onto it.

This is the culmination of nearly two years of Momo's accumulation, and now it has finally come at a good time to put it to use.

Momo disassembled the digital watch, took out two thin wires, stuffed some small items into the gunpowder sausage, and finally connected everything together, arranged them neatly, and placed them on the table.

If Momo wanted, he could set a time now and make those gunpowder sausages "bang" and turn into exploding sausages.

As Ham said, this was something he was going to give to his father as a gift... that was originally the plan.

However, this was just his initial idea, an idea from two years ago, and now he has long since changed to a different idea.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of real sausages, just as dark.

Momo took out the real sausage, replaced the gunpowder sausage with it, made some modifications to make it basically similar to the gunpowder sausage, then inserted the stuff into the sausage, reassembled it, and put it into the gift box that had been prepared in advance.

Then, Momo pushed the gift box aside and began writing in his diary for the day, recording all his thoughts and actions.

Of course, such a diary could never be made public, so after finishing writing it, Momo went to the skylight, opened the window, and said, "Kate!"