Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

Aya Shameimaru was clearly somewhat frightened and didn't want things to continue developing in that direction with Momo. It wasn't that Aya was afraid of Momo doing something that would make headlines; while Momo was powerful, Aya's strength was not to be underestimated.

Ultimately, Aya Shameimaru's true intentions were to uncover the secrets of Momo and the castle. Sometimes, when things got too complicated, Aya would deliberately withdraw – a self-preservation tactic for her as a journalist.

After all, Aya Shameimaru is just a reporter who occasionally works as an editor and at most writes words with wild imagination. She would never put herself in danger to become a famous detective.

However, Momo had no intention of letting Aya Shameimaru off so easily. Could Aya Shameimaru be the first person Momo had encountered in Gensokyo to play with… cough, how could Momo not squeeze enough juice… ah, no, I mean surplus value, from this cute girl in Gensokyo?

Aya Shameimaru is a reporter, a paparazzi who has traveled to every corner of Gensokyo!

If anyone in Gensokyo knows everything about the entire Gensokyo, besides the Yakumo family and the Yakumo family's seventeen-year-old girl's best friend and comrade-in-arms, it would only be someone like Aya Shameimaru.

Even though Aya Shameimaru was kept out of the loop of the truth by Yukari Yakumo and couldn't possibly know the true fate of Gensokyo, Momo could at least find many clues from Aya Shameimaru.

Therefore, what Mo Mo needs to do right now is to keep Aya Shameimaru by his side and make her follow him faithfully and without complaint.

"Is it really not possible?"

At this moment, Mo Mo wore a dejected expression, seemingly completely ignoring Aya Shameimaru's last words. His focus appeared to be solely on the fact that people of different races couldn't date.

"So, you're saying you'll only date a tengu as your partner in the future?"

"Listen to me properly! That's not the point! Why should I talk to you about matters of great importance like the existence of demons? I'm still young, I don't even have thoughts about that!"

Shameimaru Aya was furious. She had clearly taken the initiative to back down and give both sides a way out. Why couldn't they just honestly return to the relationship between reporters and the public?

Even if Mo Mo doesn't want money, Aya Shameimaru can really do something for Mo Mo as a way of repaying him!

Except for those who sell themselves into servitude.

Even killing them is unacceptable!

In news reports, Aya Shameimaru considers herself to be quite principled.

But why have they suddenly become the male and female protagonists of a tragic love story?

"I understand."

Mo Mo ignored Aya Shameimaru's complaints and said, "If only a Karasu Tengu can be your other half, then I am willing to transform into a Karasu Tengu from now on and accompany you forever as a yokai."

As soon as he finished speaking, milky white quantum light surged from behind Mo Mo. However, unlike the angel wings of the Hagane Teitoku mode that Mo Mo used before, the color of the wings on Mo Mo's back instantly deepened, and the shape also changed immediately, turning into black wings that were similar to Aya Shameimaru's but half the size larger.

On the surface, it almost immediately makes people think of the wings of a tengu.

Aya Shameimaru stared in disbelief at everything, completely astonished by Momo's abilities. Although she already knew Momo wasn't human, but an anomaly, what exactly was this power Momo possessed?

Lost in astonishment at Momo's abilities, Aya Shameimaru was caught off guard when Momo once again closed in on him, grabbing his hand. Coming to his senses, Aya was about to struggle when he was once again surprised by Momo's actions.

Momo's tengu wings stretched forward and then folded back, enveloping Aya Shameimaru like a second pair of arms. The tips of their wings overlapped and gently rubbed against each other.

In Aya Shameimaru's eyes, Mo Mo's sincere and solemn face also appeared. There was not a trace of hesitation on his face, only seriousness, and the reflection of Aya Shameimaru's face in his eyes.

"Really, can't you give me a chance, Wenwen?"

The soft tone, almost a murmur, carried a hint of pleading and reluctance, along with that last bit of courage and all the heart's desire, instantly flooding into Aya Shameimaru's heart.

Aya Shameimaru's pupils dilated suddenly, a powerful heartbeat pounded in her chest, and countless hot blood surged through her body, causing Aya Shameimaru's wings, which were originally half-folded, to immediately unfold, as if echoing Momo's wings.

At this moment, Aya Shameimaru seemed to be dumbfounded, staring blankly at Mo Mo, forgetting how to answer.

Hmm... Even though Aya Shameimaru is over a thousand years old, she's still a pure and innocent girl who has never experienced love! Suddenly being confessed to by Momo, such a handsome tengu, Aya Shameimaru's feelings, which have been stored up for a thousand years, exploded in an instant.

However, Aya Shameimaru was different from humans after all. After blushing and looking at Mo Mo for a few seconds, she came to her senses again and stammered in protest, saying, "You, you, you, you, stop messing around. There's a limit to how much you can mess around!"

Aya Shameimaru frantically tried to push Momo away, even forgetting to use her ability. However, the moment her hand touched Momo's chest, Momo grabbed it again and placed it against her own chest.

"Wenwen, listen to my heartbeat; it's proof of my feelings."

Mo Mo's sorrowful, deathly voice rang out again, tinged with a low, dejected weariness, as she said, "If... you truly refuse me, then let your wind power pass through my chest. Let it take away my heart, and also take away what shouldn't exist."

"At least this way, it makes me feel a little better."

Pfft!

Aya Shameimaru's heart started pounding again, defiantly. Momo's repeated advances seemed to have rendered Aya's millennia of experience useless. But this wasn't hard to understand; after all, this was the first time in a thousand years that Aya had been confessed to.

"I...I...I...you...you!"

Aya Shameimaru stammered, unable to speak. Reason told her that this was complete nonsense, but her increasingly rapid heartbeat gave her an irrational impulse.

This impulse, fueled by a thousand years of pure affection, instantly halted Aya Shameimaru's act of resistance. Her mind was a burning, chaotic mess; instinctively, she pursed her lips, looked at Mo Mo, and whispered, "You...you're really not joking, are you?"

Seeing this, Momo took a deep breath, grabbed Aya Shameimaru's hand and raised it high, saying, "I, Momo, hereby swear to the dragon."

"Everything I just said to Aya Shameimaru came from my heart, it was all after being cleansed by my reason and soul, absolutely and without a doubt..."

"Just kidding!"

As Mo Mo's actions and words continued, Aya Shameimaru's face grew increasingly red, and her body began to tremble slightly. The outburst of her emotions over the millennium was beyond the control of reason.

However, upon hearing the end, the blush on Aya Shameimaru's face faded in the blink of an eye, and her frantic heartbeat stopped for a moment.

Immediately, a round fan appeared in her hand.

"Go to hell!"

"Wind God's Fan!"

125 One two three, eggplant!

Realizing that he had been tricked, Aya Shameimaru was filled with rage. He used the fan in his hand to unleash his power.

As a thousand-year-old monster, coupled with the fact that Aya Shameimaru is a powerful tengu, and that she possesses the power of wind, all of this determines that Aya Shameimaru has very strong combat power.

Moreover, Aya Shameimaru was currently furious and even felt heartbroken because of Momo's teasing, which made her unleash her full power without hesitation.

Furthermore, fueled by her anger, Aya Shameimaru's attack likely exceeded the power of her normal abilities.

Wind is inherently formless, but under Aya Shameimaru's control and manipulation, the raging wind formed from demonic power transformed into invisible blades, densely packed like a net of blades, instantly shredding everything in front of Aya Shameimaru into dust.

Trees turned to dust, rocks to ash, and even the earth itself was reduced to the finest specks of dust, which were blown into the sky by the gale.

As for Momo, who was standing in front of Aya Shameimaru, he naturally took the hit head-on. The gust of wind passed through Momo's body without any hindrance and howled away.

Aya Shameimaru paid no attention to the outcome of any of this; all her focus was on Momo before her. Despite unleashing her attack in anger, Aya Shameimaru, as the attacker, found her body stiffening.

No one knew Aya Shameimaru's power better than herself. She knew exactly how destructive she would be when she used her full strength, especially when using the power of wind to attack.

Unless the force blocking the wind is fundamentally greater than Aya Shameimaru's power, nothing can withstand the raging winds she unleashes, which resemble countless blades.

Both of them remained frozen in place. Only the countless dust particles stirred up by Aya Shameimaru transformed into a sandstorm-like storm, drifting towards the distant sky and forming a dark cloud that covered the entire world.

Countless birds took flight in the distance, and wild beasts roared uneasily from within the forest. They seemed to sense the power of the storm caused by Shameimaru and were instinctively trying to avoid the dissipation of this immense demonic energy.

However, all of this had nothing to do with Momo and Aya Shameimaru anymore.

Shameimaru struck in a fit of rage, not intending to actually kill anyone.

Aya Shameimaru never uses her power recklessly just to boast, which is why she is still considered approachable despite being a thousand-year-old yokai.

Aya Shameimaru attacked Momo out of anger, using the weapon out of rage. She wanted to vent her anger and make the person who had mocked her suffer. But as she actually attacked Momo, a sense of absurdity and jealous unease immediately gripped her heart.

Aya Shameimaru's hands trembled, and the fan in her hand fell to the ground as her fingers loosened due to the trembling, but Aya Shameimaru was completely unaware of all this.

She reached out her trembling hand to touch Mo Mo's cheek, her face showing a mixture of panic and regret, and said, "Um, are you alright? I just lost my temper, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"But you're so strong, you'll be fine, right? Look, everything around us is shattered, yet you're still in the same state. You must be trying to scare me again!"

Shameimaru's words gradually became more certain; this was the best explanation she could come up with for everything before her.

That must be it!

This guy in front of me dared to make fun of me. He's so powerful, how could he die so easily?

Aya Shameimaru's fingers finally gently touched Momo's cheek, the skin on her cheek...

Mo Mo's cheeks remained rosy and warm; a gentle press sent a comforting warmth through Aya Shameimaru. Seeing Mo Mo's slightly flushed face, Aya Shameimaru breathed a sigh of relief.

This guy was definitely messing with me!

Just as Aya Shameimaru was about to expose Momo's trick of turning into a stone statue and teach Momo a real lesson, Aya Shameimaru's face suddenly changed and turned deathly pale.

She had only lightly poked Mo Mo's cheek, but it ended up breaking it. Her fingers went deep into Mo Mo's cheek and skull.

Nothing could stop her from penetrating Momo.

It seemed that Momo before her was no longer a physical entity, but had become a phantom holographic image. It was as if Aya Shameimaru had struck an extremely unstable sand sculpture, and the moment her finger pierced the sand sculpture, she destroyed its balance.

Mo Mo's body began to disintegrate, scattering like quicksand along Aya Shameimaru's fingers. As it fell, it refined into particles even smaller than grains of sand, and finally, like everything that Aya Shameimaru had previously pulverized, it drifted away with the air currents.

It turned out that Momo was also completely pulverized in an instant by Aya Shameimaru. Therefore, Momo should naturally be dead as well. No one can survive being cut into tiny pieces, even particles so fine they defy description.

In that instant, Mo Mo felt an pain far worse than being sliced ​​into a thousand pieces. If the wind blades that Mo Mo endured in that instant were likened to knife blades, how many cuts would it take to slice him into dust in that moment?

This was an absolutely indescribable number, and Momo, having been hit by such an attack, naturally lost any possibility of repair.

"You can't die! I didn't mean to! Please don't die!"

Aya Shameimaru shouted in an instant. She quickly withdrew her fingers, then reached out with both hands towards Mo Mo's cheeks at the same time, and her body suddenly moved closer to Mo Mo, as if she wanted to hold Mo Mo's head and hug his body.

However, all of this was just a futile effort.

As Aya Shameimaru stared wide-eyed, Mo Mo, who had been completely reduced to dust, slipped away little by little from her tightening embrace and floated into the air.

With unfocused, wide eyes and a lifeless gaze, Aya Shameimaru stood there stunned for a few seconds before clenching her teeth tightly.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Aya Shameimaru raised her head, her eyes slightly red. She didn't know how to describe her emotions, these complex and mixed feelings.

Aya Shameimaru's transformation wasn't due to Mo Mo's confession that she fell for him and developed feelings for him. Aya, who never boasted of her martial prowess, not only killed someone in a fit of rage today, but the very person she killed also stirred a strange, lingering feeling in her heart.

This was an emotion unseen for a thousand years, and as soon as it began to sprout, it was shattered by Aya Shameimaru herself.

Even Aya Shameimaru had never had such an experience, nor had she ever imagined she would have one. A sense of unfamiliarity and intense emotion overwhelmed her, leaving her completely bewildered.

"Gensokyo is no longer connected to other places, so if you die, you're really dead. Forget about Hell, you can't even go to the Underworld!"

"He just died like that, completely vanished..."

Aya Shameimaru's voice trailed off in dejection. She looked at the drifting dust in the sky, a portion belonging to the first man of the opposite sex to confess his feelings to her. Although the statement on the other end was a complete mockery, she... still wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"Even becoming a ghost is no longer an option..."

Shameimaru Aya murmured to herself. She didn't cry; Mo Mo wasn't worth her tears, after all, they were just strangers who had met by chance. However, Shameimaru Aya didn't want this stranger to simply disappear and live only in her own memories.

Shameimaru Aya pursed her lips, took out her camera, turned on the lens, and pointed it at the place where Mo Mo had turned into dust and disappeared.