Anime Crossover: Post-Apocalyptic Survival, My Stand is the World

His name is Yamamoto, and he was originally the head of security at the television station.

After the apocalypse, he became the natural "leader" among the survivors, thanks to his gun and his familiarity with the building.

"Don't panic!"

Yamamoto roared, silencing the commotion.

With a look of suspicion and madness in his eyes, he stared intently at the blocked door and approached it step by step.

Extreme fear had long since distorted his reason into paranoia.

In his view, any outsider could be an enemy trying to seize their "safe zone"!

He pointed his gun at the gap in the barricade and roared out in a hoarse, menacing voice:

"Listen up, you people outside!"

"You're not welcome here! If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

"If you don't get out of here, I'll shoot!"

Chapter Sixteen: Mai Sakurajima's Decision

The TV station, first floor lobby.

The air was oppressive, like solidified cement.

A dozen or so survivors huddled in a corner like frightened quails, their faces filled with fear and numbness.

Mai Sakurajima gently patted the back of a silver-haired little girl in her arms, her movements soft and steady.

"It's okay, Sagiri-chan. You'll be alright."

Her voice was soft, yet it possessed a strange, comforting power.

The little girl in her arms, Izumi Sagiri, was someone she rescued during their escape. This child suffered from severe social anxiety, and the arrival of the apocalypse nearly drove her to the brink of collapse. She clung tightly to her graphics tablet the entire way, refusing to let go.

Only in Mai-senpai's arms could she find a tiny bit of security.

Just then, Su Chen's clear and powerful voice came from outside the blocked door.

"The people inside, we are survivors who happened to be passing by..."

One sentence instantly transformed the atmosphere in the entire hall from "dead silence" to "terrification".

"There's someone outside!"

"Is...is it a living person?"

"What if it's one of those monsters in disguise?"

The survivors were in an uproar, and panic spread like wildfire.

Mai Sakurajima's brows furrowed slightly.

Her intuition told her that the owner of the voice was very calm.

He was so calm, unlike an ordinary survivor struggling in the apocalypse.

And... for some reason, the voice sounded somewhat familiar to her.

"Shut up, everyone!"

A loud, furious roar silenced all the commotion.

Security captain Yamamoto stood up, his face contorted with rage, clutching the already hot pistol tightly in his hand.

The constant tension of the past few days had already brought this middle-aged man to the brink of mental collapse.

"Mr. Yamamoto, I think..."

Mai tried to persuade them, feeling that they should at least communicate with the people outside first.

"Shut up!" Yamamoto whirled around, glaring at her with bloodshot, crazed eyes. "What do women know! At a time like this, you can't trust anyone! Who knows if they're here to steal our food and territory!"

His voice, filled with fear and paranoia, had become somewhat hysterical.

Seeing his expression, Mai wisely chose to remain silent.

She knew that there was no reasoning with someone who was on the verge of going crazy.

Yamamoto moved step by step behind the roadblock made of abandoned cars and vending machines, and pointed his gun out through a narrow gap.

Then, with all his might, he let out that fierce yet cowardly roar.

"Listen up, you people outside!"

"You're not welcome here! If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

"If you don't get out of here, I'll shoot!"

His threat echoed in the empty hall, sounding so pale and powerless.

A brief silence fell outside.

Yamamoto thought his threat had worked, and a sickly, smug grin crept onto his face.

See? Guns are the most useful thing in the world!

However, Mai Sakurajima's heart sank suddenly.

Her intuition was frantically warning her.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

The danger didn't come from the calm man outside the door, but from...

Her gaze suddenly shifted to Captain Yamamoto's feet!

All that could be seen was the thick shadow cast on the ground by the emergency lights overhead—

A pure, twisted darkness was slowly, as if it were alive, wriggling and rising!

It's a [Shadow Monster]!

This guy can actually hide in a person's shadow!

"Mr. Yamamoto! Look where you're standing!"

Mai gasped in shock.

But it was too late.

Yamamoto's entire attention was focused on the doorway, and he was completely unaware that death had silently descended from his shadow.

The Shadow Demon silently "slipped" out from the shadows.

Its target was not Yamamoto himself.

Rather, it was the weakest prey beside him, radiating the most "delicious" emotion out of fear—

Izumi Sagiri!

"ah!"

Sagiri only had time to let out a short scream before her ankle was wrapped around by that cold, extremely malicious shadow!

"Sagiri-chan!"

Mai's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

"what?!"

It wasn't until this moment that Yamamoto came to his senses. He looked down in horror at the ghostly thing that had emerged from his shadow, his mind blank, and he even forgot to fire the gun.

Finished!

The same thought flashed through the minds of all the survivors present.

however--

Just a moment before that shadow was about to completely drag Sagiri into it.

boom!

A sharp, penetrating gunshot, completely different from the police pistol in Yamamoto's hand, suddenly came from outside the door!

A bullet, with a visible, spiraling airflow, pierced through the narrow gaps between layers of roadblocks with incredible precision!

Then, with perfect precision, it struck the core of the Shadow Demon in the chest, the one that was faintly visible and emitting an ominous red light!

puff.

A soft sound.

The terrifying monster, seemingly invincible in the eyes of the survivors, stiffened, then, like a shattered phantom, shrieked and unwillingly turned into a sky full of black ash.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, emotionless voice, like the pronouncement of death, clearly came from outside the door.

"I gave you a chance."

Before he finished speaking——

Boom!

The sturdy roadblock, made up of cars and vending machines and weighing several tons, looked as if it had been run over head-on by an invisible, raging prehistoric behemoth!

With a sickening, metallic creak, it was smashed apart by an irresistible, overwhelming force!

Chapter Seventeen: I accept your gratitude.

Boom!

The heavy roadblock, made up of abandoned cars and vending machines, looked like it had been run over head-on by a raging rhinoceros.

With a piercing metallic twisting sound, it exploded to both sides with a deafening roar!

Smoke and dust filled the air.

A tall, slender figure walked slowly through the gap created by the impact, backlit by the light.

His footsteps were light, yet they felt as if they were treading on the hearts of every survivor.

Boom, boom, boom.

The hall was deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the spot where the Shadow Monster had just been.

There is nothing there now.

Only a few wisps of black smoke remained, about to dissipate.

what happened?

No one could see it clearly.

They only heard one gunshot, and then the monster that had terrified them all was gone.

Immediately afterwards, the man broke into the door in a manner that could be described as inhuman and violent.

Izumi Sagiri huddled in the corner, her small body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

She just felt one of her feet being dragged into an icy hell.

But the next second, a pair of warm, large hands gently pulled her up from the ground and then sheltered her behind a broad back that made her feel incredibly safe.

It was the man who broke down the door.

Su Chen ignored the trembling little girl in his arms.

His cold, emotionless eyes slowly swept across the entire room.

Wherever his gaze fell, whether it was a weeping woman or a trembling man, they all instinctively lowered their heads, unable to meet his eyes.

It was a kind of pure pressure originating from the level of life itself.

It's like a flock of sheep facing a tiger that has broken into their pen.