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

She paused, then spoke slowly in a tone that was both alluring and dangerous, as if she were savoring the most exquisite bottle of wine—the legendary 1945 vintage from Domaine de la Romanée-Conti in Burgundy:

"It really is, very, very delicious." (End)

Chapter 118 The Witch's Tea Party

“It’s really delicious.”

When Kurumi uttered this dangerous declaration in her elegant yet morbid tone, which was full of predatory energy.

Time seemed to flow again, but it became incredibly viscous and heavy.

On the rooftop, behind Su Chen stood three "queens": Yukino Yukinoshita, Utaha Kasumigaoka, and Mai Sakurajima.

The expressions on the faces of all three women instantly turned extremely solemn.

An unprecedented, chilling, and terrifying pressure, as if it had been completely locked onto by a natural enemy, emanated from the petite, seemingly harmless girl downstairs, crashing over her like an invisible tsunami.

It wasn't just an imposing force; it was a higher-dimensional existence, rooted in the essence of life, that absolutely crushed lower-dimensional beings.

It was like a tangible force field, making the surrounding air feel as heavy as mercury. Every breath felt like inhaling cold shards of glass, stinging the lungs.

"This guy..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's jaw was clenched so tightly it made a "crunching" sound, and the fountain pen in her hand was almost deformed by her slender fingers.

Her mind went completely blank; she couldn't even come up with a single word.

"I'm serious."

"She really wants to devour Su Chenjun."

Although Yukino Yukinoshita and Mai Sakurajima did not speak, their tightly clenched fists and slightly trembling fingertips revealed their equally turbulent emotions.

Yukino felt that her brain, which was like a sophisticated computer, had rendered all its tactical deductions and logical analyses meaningless in the face of the opponent's absolute power. All the calculations pointed to the same word—"defeat".

Mai, on the other hand, relied on the strong willpower of an actress to forcefully resist the terrifying pressure that made her want to kneel down and submit. Her legs trembled slightly from the effort, but her eyes remained firm.

They are not afraid of death, but what they fear is watching helplessly as the only "light" they have just found is swallowed up by the abyss before them.

however--

Just when the atmosphere was at its most tense.

The man standing at the very center of the storm.

Su Chen.

But it moved.

He simply took a step forward.

This seemingly casual step seemed to possess some strange magic. An invisible, golden ripple spread across the ground beneath his feet, centered on him.

The ripples gently collided with Kurumi's oppressive aura, without producing a deafening roar. Instead, like a gentle spring breeze and a light rain, they silently dissipated the mountain-like pressure weighing on the three girls.

With his not-so-impressive back, he effortlessly shielded the three girls behind him who were under immense pressure.

It was as if a safe haven, called "Su Chen," had been created for them.

then.

He looked down at the smiling Time Witch downstairs, his face showing no sign of tension or fear, but instead revealing a wicked smile that was equally filled with evil energy.

“Ara ara…”

He even mimicked her catchphrase, which was full of a rich young lady's air, with such composure and playfulness that it instantly shattered the tense atmosphere from before.

"This unknown lady."

"do you know."

"People who usually utter these classic villain lines..." He paused, his tone turning dangerous, a glint of unfathomable danger flashing in his dark eyes, "...usually end up with pretty bad luck, you know?"

"Oh?"

Kurumi looked at him, a hint of even greater interest flashing in her beautiful, wine-red right eye. She could feel her oppressive aura being neutralized by him in a way she couldn't comprehend.

"Really? I thought Mr. Su Chen would first ask me 'Who exactly are you?' or 'Why are you doing this?'—those kinds of boring questions that sound like they're from a righteous cause?"

“I didn’t expect…” A joyful smile, as if she had found a kindred spirit, appeared on her face. “You seem to be even more interesting than I imagined.”

"Each each other."

Su Chen shrugged, his posture as relaxed as if he were chatting with an old friend.

"However, I do have a question I'm curious about."

"Please speak." Kurumi gracefully raised her hand, gesturing for him to proceed, as if she were truly a hostess hosting a tea party.

"Do you remember how many slices of bread you've eaten so far?"

Su Chen looked at her and asked JOJO's classic question.

"..."

Kurumi was slightly taken aback.

She clearly hadn't expected the other person to ask such a... nonsensical question.

Then, she burst out laughing.

They laughed so hard they were shaking, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Hehe…hehehe…”

"Mr. Su Chen, you are a really interesting person."

She stopped laughing, and in her beautiful, wine-red right eye, a strange light seemed to suck in one's soul.

She understood, of course, the meaning behind the question—a kind of dark humor between people of the same kind who viewed the other as inhuman and took the other's predatory behavior as natural as eating and drinking.

“However, it’s a pity.”

“I’m not interested in ‘bread’.”

"I'm only interested in your 'time'."

Her voice became somewhat ethereal, as if it came from another time and space, carrying a heartbreaking sorrow and an undeniable resolve.

Give it to me.

"As long as you dedicate your vast, delicious 'time' to me... "

In her eyes, countless shattered images seemed to flash—soaring flames, collapsing cities, the silhouettes of countless departed people…

“I can go back 30 years and kill the original ‘source’.”

"To fix this world that has already fallen apart."

"Go and create a perfect new world where all the dead can come back to life."

"what?"

Su Chen listened to her grand declaration, which was full of savior-like qualities, and picked at his ear speechlessly.

“I’m saying… your dream sounds a lot like some priest’s ‘Made in Heaven’ project, doesn’t it? It sounds great, but the process… I feel like it will sacrifice a lot of innocent people.”

"And..." His gaze turned cold, the previous nonchalant air vanished, replaced by an unyielding domineering presence, "Why should I use 'my' time to achieve your dreams?"

"Isn't that unfair?"

"fair?"

When Kurumi heard those two words, it was as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

She smiled again.

This time, however, her laughter lacked any of its previous elegance.

All that remains is the purest, coldest madness.

"—Power is fairness."

She stopped talking nonsense and simply snapped her fingers crisply in mid-air.

next second.

At the feet of Su Chen and the others.

Throughout Shinjuku Central Park, all of it is in the shadow of the buildings.

Those shadows seemed to come alive, writhing, stretching, and twisting...

One after another, there were Kurumi clones wearing tattered "Raizen High School" uniforms who looked exactly like Kurumi herself.

Holding a 3.2 flintlock pistol that also exuded a retro vibe, he slowly emerged from the writhing shadows like a ghost.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and their faces wore the same morbid yet fanatical smiles.

One, two…

Ten, a hundred...

Hundreds.

Densely packed.

They completely surrounded Su Chen's team.

Those hundreds of cold, murderous gazes converged into a net, locking them firmly in place.

'Goodness…'

Looking at the scene before him that resembled an "army," Su Chen silently made a comment in his mind.

"You're going to unleash 'King's Might' right off the bat, huh?"

'What a pity…'

'Your 'grunts' are nothing compared to mine.'

"Then, Mr. Su Chen."

In mid-air, Kurumi's "true form," lifting the hem of her skirt, gracefully bowed to Su Chen once again.

A smile, brimming with yandere charm and pleasure, spread across her face, befitting a master.

"My 'tea party'..."

"Now, let's officially begin."

Chapter 119 The King Does Not Meet the King

"My tea party is now officially beginning."

When Kurumi's declaration, brimming with a sense of ownership, resounded like a queen's decree across the desolate park, the prelude to the war was instantly drawn.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

There was no probing, no warning.

Hundreds of retro-style flintlock muskets spewed deadly flames at the same time.

A dense barrage of lead bullets, like a torrential downpour, formed a deadly barrage capable of turning a skyscraper into a honeycomb in an instant. It rained down from all directions on the seemingly hopeless prey on the rooftop.

"Wow!"

Instantly, the communicator crackled with the panicked screams of the Blank siblings, mixed with the frantic clatter of keys being pounded on.

However, Su Chen and his three queen companions, who were at the center of the storm, showed no sign of panic.

"Proceed according to plan."

Su Chen simply gave a short, emotionless command into the headset.

Then, his figure was the first to move.

He didn't try to withstand the barrage of bullets that could tear steel apart, nor did he summon a stand-in for defense.

Instead, it began a dazzling high-speed movement on the narrow rooftop with an extremely agile and anti-physics-defying posture that completely violated Newton's three laws.

It was as if he was stepping on some kind of invisible staircase. With each step and each turn, he was able to narrowly dodge the deadly bullets that grazed his clothes or even scorched his hair at an extremely dangerous and unbelievable angle.

He was like a dancer waltzing on the edge of a knife—elegant, composed, yet brimming with deadly danger.