In this anime crossover, who stole my module?

"No, quite the opposite."

Natsume Ryo shook his head, and his gentle smile returned to his face.

"Because not every descendant is as willing to try to communicate as Miss Kalifa."

“Miss Kalifa should know very well what that guy did.”

"So, I killed that guy entirely to protect the world."

"For visitors like Miss Kalifa who can be communicated with, I am more willing to offer some small assistance to help you adapt to life here better."

"After all, suddenly arriving in a strange world, the arrival of the newcomers has been fraught with challenges, both in terms of their identity and their livelihood."

"You'll encounter a lot of trouble."

"..."

Upon hearing this, a complex and enigmatic light flashed in Kalifa's purple eyes behind her glasses.

Indeed, although she had managed to settle down in this world temporarily this week thanks to her own abilities, a sense of unease, like a rootless duckweed, lingered in her heart.

A fabricated identity is ultimately fake and is always at risk of being exposed.

Without a stable source of income, it's only a matter of time before one's savings dwindle.

Most importantly, she doesn't know why she came here, or whether she will suddenly go back at some point in the future.

If at this time, someone is willing to offer help.

That would be perfect.

but.

As one of the world government's top secret agents, Kalifa has experienced far more conspiracies and schemes than ordinary people can imagine. She knows that there is no such thing as unearned kindness in the world, nor is there any such thing as a free lunch.

Behind every seemingly generous gift, a price has already been secretly marked.

With that in mind, Kalifa couldn't help but re-examine Natsume Ryo and asked him directly.

"So what is the price I need to pay after receiving your help?"

"It seems that Miss Kalifa is someone who values ​​equivalent exchange."

Upon hearing this, Natsume Ryo's lips curled into a faint smile.

They seemed to appreciate Kalifa's professionalism in getting to the bottom of things.

……

but.

Natsume Ryo did not directly answer Kalifa's question.

Instead, their attention turned to a decorative glass case inside the café.

On the cabinet.

It displays rows of exquisite trinkets—from vintage silver tableware to small ceramic ornaments.

Then there's a wooden music box that looks quite old.

"Miss Kalifa, have you seen that?"

Natsume Ryo raised his hand and pointed to the music box.

"..."

Kalifa looked in the direction Natsume Ryo was pointing, not understanding why the other person would suddenly bring this up.

But she still nodded slightly.

"As for music boxes, I've seen them before."

"Um……"

Natsume Ryo responded, then his mind stirred slightly.

Boo!

A soft sound.

The wooden music box that had been quietly displayed in the glass cabinet vanished instantly.

The next second, it appeared silently on the coffee table between the two of them.

"This world, to me, is like this music box."

Ryo Natsume gently opened the lid of the music box.

Ding ding dong dong——

A clear and melodious tune drifted out from the music box, gently echoing throughout the café.

Inside the box lid, several small dolls dressed in ballet tutus slowly twirl in front of a mirror to the rhythm of the music, their dance moves elegant.

"Originally, it had been repeating the same melody and dancing the same dance all along."

"Day after day, year after year."

"To be honest, after watching or listening for a long time, it will eventually feel monotonous."

"However, recently, the situation has changed somewhat."

“Some new, very different dolls suddenly appeared in this music box.”

"It makes the melody, which was gradually becoming monotonous, feel brand new."

"I like this change."

"Of course, I'd be happy to see it happen."

"But that doesn't mean I can let it develop unchecked."

"Just like that guy who generates electricity, he doesn't like other toys and always wants to electrocute them all, and even wants to burn the whole music box to the ground."

"so……"

"Miss Kalifa, what do you think I should do as the owner of this music box?"

"..."

Kalifa did not answer.

Because the meaning behind Natsume Ryo's words is self-evident.

The other party doesn't care where they come from, what their past is like, or where they are going.

All he cared about was whether they could bring some fun to his otherwise dull life.

To go with the flow is to live; to go against it is to die.

……

"By the way, Miss Kalifa, you don't need to worry about giving me a definite answer right now."

"You have three days to think it over."

"Is it better to become an unregistered person with an uncertain future, living hand to mouth?"

"Or accept my offer and receive, but not limited to, a legal identity that can withstand government investigation; a place to live; and enough money to keep you in this world."

"I'll wait for your reply in three days."

"Of course, during this time, you can also choose to run away, or... try to deal with me in the way you are good at."

"However, my personal advice is that it's best not to do that."

"After all, you might not be able to afford the consequences."

"Well then, see you later."

As soon as Natsume Ryo finished speaking, he stood up from his seat without any hesitation, turned around and left without the slightest lingering feeling, his figure quickly blending into the crowd in Ginza.

"..."

"..."

Kalifa was left alone, sitting quietly in that spot.

……

After a while.

Leaving the café and walking along the bustling streets of Ginza, Natsume Ryo's mood inexplicably improved.

He knew very well that a CP9 member like Kalifa, who was rigorously trained and mentally resilient, would never easily give in to a few words of coercion or enticement.

Over these three days, they will undoubtedly use every means at their disposal to investigate their identity and understand their bottom line.

Even... looking for an opportunity to retaliate.

However, this is fine.

Perfect timing! This is a good opportunity to see just how capable this female agent from CP9 really is.

This is my thoughts.

Natsume Ryo skillfully took out his phone and opened a social media app.

The events that happened in Washington, D.C. today have likely generated a huge amount of traffic on the internet around the world.

then.

Natsume Ryo decided to check the wind direction.

finally.

as predicted.

A 100-meter Thor appeared in Washington, D.C.

Crimson Giant VS Thunder Giant

The FBI urgently shuts down a live stream with millions of viewers.

Jamal, a hero of our time...

Each related term has firmly occupied the trending search lists on major social media platforms around the world.

When Natsume Ryo clicked on some of the most popular videos.

However, all of these videos had tens of thousands of comments discussing one person.

[I hereby declare that from this day forward, Jamal is my half-brother! Anyone who dares to lay a finger on him, I will be the first to rush up and fight them to the death with my keyboard!]

[That's right! Jamal risked his life to reveal the truth to us! He was the true journalist of our time! Those official media outlets controlled only by capital should be ashamed!]

[Speaking of which, can anyone do a technical analysis? What exactly is that dark red giant? It seems even more powerful than that lightning giant! It could cut the other in half with a single slash and even destroyed two skyscrapers!]

It's hard to say, but I feel that the dark red giant seems more like a war god or demon god from Eastern mythology. Look at the style of that armor... it's full of Eastern characteristics!

[Brothers! Breaking news! Jamal has started streaming on a new account! He's vowing to fight the powerful to the end! Come check it out! [Link]]

Oh?

Has that guy started streaming again?

Seeing this, Natsume Ryo raised an eyebrow, tapped the link with his fingertip, and entered the connection.

The screen jumps.

A brand new live stream interface pops up.

Jamal, the Black news anchor, was facing the camera with a look of grief and indignation, tearfully making accusations.

"Brothers! Did you see that?! Did you see that?!"

"This is the power of capital! This is the true face of tyranny!"

"They don't want us to see the truth! So they shut down my live stream! They want me to shut up! They want me to disappear from this world!"

"but!"

"For freedom! For the truth!"

"Even if I, Jamal, die today, even if I jump off this building, I will never yield to the evil forces. I will make the whole truth known to the public!"

Jamal's image of raising his arms high and shouting at the camera...