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

It's white.

She woke up too.

She buried her face in her empty tracksuit, like a bewildered little animal that had just come out of hibernation.

Kong's gaze softened instantly.

He raised his still slightly sore arm and gently patted his sister's back.

The brother and sister, supporting each other, sat up somewhat bewildered from the wasteland-style "throne" cobbled together from discarded arcade machines and old sofas.

Then they saw it.

I saw it, that man who was like a nightmare.

Su Chen.

He leaned casually against a King of Fighters '97 arcade machine across from him, his legs crossed, looking as relaxed as if he were in his own living room.

He was holding a glass of bubbly soda that he'd somehow found in a vending machine somewhere, the glass's transparent surface covered in a layer of cool water droplets.

Beside him, the three stunningly beautiful girls, each with their own distinct style, had long since returned to normal and were each going about their own business.

The whole scene was very calm, ordinary, and even a little heartwarming.

It was as if the epic battle that had lasted for three days and three nights was just a boring illusion.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Su Chen noticed their commotion, raised his Coke cup, revealing a set of white teeth, and greeted them like an old friend he bumped into after spending the night at an internet cafe.

"Did you sleep well? Would you like some?"

"..."

Kong's lips twitched violently and uncontrollably.

This guy…

Looking at Su Chen's radiant face, even more energetic than three days ago, he felt a surge of anger. Why is it that just because we're both human, you can be so energetic?

"What are you made of, you idiot?!" Sora's voice was hoarse from exhaustion. "Did you use the Infinity Stones to turn back time? Or are you not even human?"

Working three days and three nights without sleep would have put even the most dedicated professional esports player in the ICU long ago.

But the man in front of me didn't look tired at all; he didn't even have dark circles under his eyes!

This is completely beyond the realm of humanity!

"Nothing to be surprised about," Su Chen said, taking a sip of his cola. The cool liquid slid down his throat, taking away some of the heat. He squinted comfortably before speaking to Kong, who was looking at him like he was a monster.

"If I were a cultivator, and I couldn't even keep up with you mortals when it comes to staying up all night, then I should just find a block of tofu and smash my head against it, then go to sleep."

"Cultivating immortality?" Kong was stunned. "You mean... the kind of cultivation in ancient Chinese legends? Breathing in spiritual energy, forming a golden core, cultivating a nascent soul, and finally ascending to heaven in broad daylight? Is that true?!"

As a top-tier gamer, Sora is naturally familiar with mythological systems from all over the world.

But isn't this just a setting from novels and games?

"It's slightly different, but about the same." Su Chen shrugged, offering no further explanation.

Kong paused for a moment, still reviewing the game in his mind.

"Although we won this game, it was a risky move; a slight misstep could have led to defeat."

'But the fact is, we did win the second game, and that's enough, however...'

Looking at the monster that was still full of energy and seemed capable of fighting another three hundred rounds, Kong felt a sense of powerlessness welling up from the bottom of his heart for the first time.

This guy…

What is it made of?

Are all those who cultivate immortality this unreasonable?

"All right."

Su Chen finished the cola in one gulp and let out a comfortable burp.

Then, he stood up, casually tossed his arm, and the empty cup traced a graceful parabola in the air before landing precisely in a trash can more than ten meters away with a soft "clunk".

The entire movement was fluid and graceful, like a three-pointer shot by Curry—beautiful and precise.

"It's 1 to 1 now, Mr. 'Game Administrator'."

His voice was calm.

"According to the rules, shouldn't we be playing the third and final game?"

"..."

Kong looked at Su Chen.

His gaze was more solemn than ever before, yet it burned with a morbid excitement of meeting a worthy opponent!

he knows.

Whether it's pure physical violence or not.

It still requires the intelligence of precise calculation and long-term operation.

Both he and Bai were already overwhelmed by the invincible man before them.

Then...

The only way to completely defeat him is in a realm that belongs to the gods.

"Yes."

Kong slowly stood up from the throne.

A playful smile appeared on his face, which still had heavy dark circles under his eyes, and he even stuck out his tongue mischievously at Su Chen.

'What the hell? '

Su Chen was so startled by Kong's movement that he almost lost his balance, and goosebumps instantly rose all over his body.

'What's going on? What's wrong with this guy? Has he gone slept for three days and lost his mind? Or has he fallen for me? No way! I don't do things with Nantong! I'm a pure love warrior!'

He stared at Kong with an extremely eerie look, his body instinctively taking a half-step back.

Seeing Su Chen's horrified expression, Kong was also a bit confused, not understanding why he was reacting so strongly.

But he didn't think much of it and continued his performance on his own.

“Indeed, it’s 1 to 1, Mr. ‘Cheater’.” He deliberately drew out his words, mimicking Su Chen’s tone.

"So, the final game..."

His voice began to sound somewhat unsteady.

"Let's play something light and easy, we don't want to use our brains anymore. You agree, Bai."

Bai appeared behind Kong without anyone noticing.

Bai glanced at Kong, seemingly understanding something. This was a tacit understanding unique to the two of them; a single look could convey a thousand words.

Yes, brother.

Kong paused for a moment, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"—Luck! Let's play a game of pure luck! That's the fairest and easiest way, isn't it?"

His smile was as bright as that of an innocent child.

The words fell.

Rumble…

The entire top floor shook again.

In the center of the hall, the floor slowly cracked open.

With a deep mechanical roar, the ground slowly cracked open, and an enormous retro-style slot machine burst forth from the earth and rose with a thunderous roar!

The slot machine has been completely altered beyond recognition; this is clearly the work of Sora and Shiro.

On its magnificent fuselage, colorful neon lights pulsate and flow, while the pure gold joystick gleams dazzlingly in the dim light.

But what's most special is its roller—it's no longer decorated with simple fruit patterns, but with a series of symbols full of game and anime elements:

The cherry became the classic "." Pac-Man, and the bell became Sonic's golden ring.

The number [7], representing the highest reward, is represented by a square bracket [].

"Oh? A slot machine? Are you sure? Empty, are we going to use this to decide the winner in the final round?"

Su Chen looked at Kong with a surprised expression, clearly shocked by his ingenious idea. This genius's thought process was truly different.

"Of course, this is the perfect way to end things. Okay, let me explain the rules."

"The game is very simple."

He pointed to the overly ornate slot machine and explained.

"We will take turns pulling the lever."

"Whoever draws three blanks first wins the grand prize."

"Whoever (does well) wins."

"How about it?"

He provocatively said in an exaggerated tone.

"This is a pure battle of fate."

"Your proud time has stopped..."

"We can't just stop considering 'probability' altogether, can we?"

"..."

At this moment, Kong is like Joseph with the Golden Spirit; this game is probably not so simple!

Faced with this final challenge, which is full of "open conspiracy" atmosphere.

Su Chen had no choice but to accept it; they had never had the right to refuse from the beginning, and he reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"Fine! You're the boss here, you make the decisions."

Kong laughed.

He smiled like a gambler about to win the world and reiterated his bet.

"I won."

"You—are now our 'possession'."

"And if you win..."

He shrugged indifferently.

"Everything in this castle, all the games, all the equipment, all the supplies... He."

He paused, then pointed to himself and the silent man beside him.

"Including our 'loyalty' as brother and sister."

"Then it's all yours."

This is a final gamble where everyone is risking everything.

Absolutely insane!

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Calculated "Fate"

The final gamble has begun.

A peculiar atmosphere, a mixture of tension and absurdity, permeated the air.

That huge and ornate retro slot machine, like a silent god of fate, had colorful neon lights flowing slowly across its surface, illuminating everyone's faces in a bizarre and surreal way.

Su Chen politely extended his hand, making an elegant "please" gesture, breaking the momentary tranquility.

"Lady first."