Anime Crossover: Limits Removed, I Don't Eat Beef!

After speaking, Li Chaofei placed his hand on Reginlev's dragon head and transmitted the method to enter that space into Reginlev's mind.

"..."

As he processed the information Li Chaofei had transmitted into his mind, Regin Levi couldn't help but inwardly complain.

'What do you mean by "generally wouldn't actively get involved"? You clearly just want to be a hands-off manager!'

"After getting to know you, it seems you're basically a pleasure-seeker! You're probably always on your way to have fun!"

'However... entrusting top-tier combat power to him is a convincing statement.'

He didn't say what was on his mind, because saying those complaints would inevitably damage the image of the Dragon King.

After asking Li Chaofei some more questions about communist ideology and receiving answers, the man and the dragon parted ways for the time being.

The Dragon King, Lei Jin Levi, is about to embark on his grand undertaking!

After Regin Levi left, Li Chaofei naturally continued what he had done before encountering Regin Levi: searching for the location of humans in this world.

However, before he could even reach any human settlements, his sweeping motion revealed a three-person team, including Rick, thousands of miles away.

"Oh? Well, it's better to be lucky than early! This saves a lot of trouble."

With a muttered remark, Li Chaofei vanished from the spot in an instant.

...

On the other side, above Abant Heim.

Abant Heim is the abode of the Skywing race; it is a 'sky city' floating in the air, and home to sixteen intelligent, perceptive, and intellectual races—the Fantasy race.

Inside Arbont Heim lies another world, independent of this one, filled with unreal objects.

The entire space floats in the air, with a large number of cubes stacked in a complex and chaotic manner, serving as a "foothold" in the traditional sense.

The disappearance of the ground renders traditional modes of movement unsuitable, making the use of the Skywing species' flight and teleportation abilities more appropriate.

The sixth-ranked Skywing race all reside here, using Avant Heim's enormous body to build their own city.

At the very top of the city, there is a most dazzling place, for it is also the fiery throne.

On the throne stands the strongest being in this world, without equal, the God of War, Artes.

A young girl approached the throne and slowly knelt down on one knee.

She had beautiful emerald-colored hair, from which a horn extended; heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one gold; a halo with intricate geometric patterns on her head; and wings that seemed to be woven from light extending from her waist.

She was the first and strongest winged being created, Azriel, whose life spanned ten thousand years.

She slowly folded the wings on her back, moved the halo behind her head, and lowered her head.

This is the only absolute loyalty shown by the Skywing race, exclusively to their creator.

Its enormous body was about twice the size of a normal Skywing, with a black beard as black as steel hanging down, and eighteen wings wrapped around its back like a cloak. Its deeply sculpted face was stared at by sharp, moist golden eyes, and just that was enough to make Azriel's brain tremble.

But Azriel knew very well that even this magnificent appearance, which commanded awe and fascination, was merely a scale of her creator, a drop of water in the ocean, and a tiny, insignificant manifestation of his immense power.

"I have a premonition that the person who will end my reign as the strongest has appeared."

Like a charlatan, yet also emitting a cryptic laugh as if something was amiss, Azriel couldn't understand his intentions either.

As the creator of their Winged race, Altshu never spoke much.

That is why she had no way of knowing what the Lord was thinking.

Or rather, for someone as insignificant as her to speculate on the divine heart of the Creator, which is as deep as an abyss, is inherently an extremely disrespectful act.

The Creator is the strongest; He is the pinnacle of this world!

It is the strongest god, the war god Artesius—the king of kings.

The supreme being—the Creator who embodies the concept of "war"—is invincible, for being the strongest, and therefore the most powerful.

However, Azriel had not heard the Lord's laughter for a long time—that incomparably brave and heroic laugh.

Since killing the final dragon, the Creator has only sat on his throne with a worried and weary expression, resting his chin on his hand, mostly silent and lost in thought.

However, he now seemed quite happy, and at that moment, the voice of the Creator rang out again.

"The being capable of slaying me, the one wielding the power to kill gods, has finally appeared!"

"I will wait for him here, waiting for him to challenge me!"

PS: There's a passage in the original No Game of Life that I'd like to share with you.

"My lord, please allow me to inquire of your divine will, which is as deep as the abyss."

Artesius silently urged her to continue with his eyes, and Raphael knelt down, asking the question that had been bothering him.

"Why refer to Azriel, the first individual, as 'that thing'?"

The God of War sat motionless on his throne, his ferocious and majestic face revealing profound wisdom and a hint of weariness.

With unwavering will and absolute authority, he declared, "Nothing special, meow."

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Pfft! No, so Azriel learned her verbal tic from you, huh?! Artash!

Also, my childhood friend is getting married the day after tomorrow, and I have to go to the restaurant for rehearsal tomorrow. Unfortunately, I'm the best man... But I won't stop updating; I'll try to write whenever I have time, so don't worry!

Chapter 13 Human Weaknesses and Their Hymns

Arthas is an extremely arrogant god. As the strongest, he always regards the rest as worthless, maintaining his aloofness as a god of war.

Because his very essence is 'the strongest,' he never takes others seriously. However, nothing in this world can ever be perfect.

Even the God of War has his own troubles—he longs for an opponent. Someone who can challenge him, be his equal, and perhaps even defeat him. (What! You're the otherworldly version of the bald demon king?!)

Although the purpose of the great war was to seize the throne of the one true god, the God of War Artesius, as the strongest being, did not really care about such things. However, in order to symbolically participate in the war, he still created the Winged Race to fight against the other gods.

The so-called strongest is someone who is impossible for anyone to surpass. If he wanted to, he could easily win the battle.

But he did not do so, and apart from the Skywing race, he never participated in any major battles.

Alt was pleased that an enemy who could rival him had appeared.

But Azriel, seated on the throne, thought differently. Hearing the Creator's words, she couldn't help but say:

"How could anyone possibly be your equal? ​​On this land, there could be no enemy who could rival you!"

Upon hearing Azriel's words, Altshu glanced indifferently at Azriel beneath the throne with his golden eyes, which were filled with divine might, and said detachedly:

"What's the point of being the strongest if you have no challengers?"

That's right! If no challengers come to challenge him as the strongest, then what's the point of having the title of the strongest?

Artesius eagerly awaited the arrival of the challenger!

What he needs is a battle, a battle that gets his blood pumping and is exhilarating!

Although he's not bald, he's already the strongest!

As for their creator, Azriel could understand it, because their Skywing race's creator was the strongest god who fed on hatred, fighting spirit, malice, and blood—the God of War, Artesius.

And 'war' is about killing each other!

That crushing, one-sided massacre is hardly worthy of being called 'war'!

That's why their creator is so lonely!

...

Meanwhile, on the other side, after the battle between the man and the dragon ended and the raging winds caused by the shockwaves subsided.

Rick immediately led Ivan and Aray to their destination. The three of them wore headscarves, heavy fur armor, and goggles.

These things, besides protecting against the current severe cold, also serve to safeguard the body from being touched by the black ash.

The black ash that falls from mid-air, occasionally emitting a glowing green light, is actually called 'Spirit Remains'.

'Spirit remains' are deadly poisons to most living beings, including humans.

It shines with a bright green light, yet it is also called black ash because it symbolizes death. Just touching it will burn your skin, like burning white paper.

If it gets into the eye, it will cause blindness.

If it enters your mouth, even your internal organs will dissolve.

Even though they are now completely covered, they still have to be careful not to get the "black ash" on them.

This is why, in the previous chapters, when the man and the dragon were fighting, they chose to find a place to hide instead of continuing their journey through the fierce winds.

Because if they're not careful, they could lose their lives here!

At this moment, they arrived at their destination, inside an abandoned creation left behind by a goblin species.

I'll skip the unnecessary dialogue from the original work here and jump straight into the plot. (If you don't want any dialogue omitted, please leave a comment, and I'll include it in later chapters.)

...

It was then that Rick and his two companions discovered the latest version of the world map recorded by the goblins, which also showed the strategies and power distribution of various races.

The three were recording and deciphering the strategic map with a clear division of labor.

Suddenly, a violent shaking occurred, but the three seemed to be used to this kind of thing.

He immediately dropped everything and ran outside.

Once they landed at a suitable location, they calmly observed the current situation.

As the tremors intensified and the surrounding pipes ruptured, they realized what was about to emerge—a demonic species.

Even the most ordinary demon species are beyond the reach of humans. In this era, humans are like ants to other races!

Under these circumstances, Rick, as the leader, simply spoke calmly and indifferently:

"Ivan, this is an order. Die here."

The middle-aged man called Ivan, upon hearing Rick's words—which were clearly sending him to his death—did not hesitate for even a second. He simply nodded calmly and said:

"Swearing an oath to his legacy!"

After saying that, he jumped down from the pipe where he was hiding and exposed himself!

Then he removed his hat, goggles, and the cloth covering his face, and spoke with his back to Rick:

"I entrust my child to you!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Rick, a relieved smile on his face, but his eyes held a complex mix of emotions.

With a mixture of guilt, helplessness, and hope, he then spoke:

"I'm sorry, Rick."

Just as Ivan finished speaking and was about to rush towards the giant, worm-like demon that had already appeared, another magnetic male voice suddenly rang out in this space.

"Look, this is a hymn to the human species!"

"Even though there are many flaws such as killing, anger, lust, and laziness, when the human race is facing life and death, there will always be some people who shine with qualities worthy of praise and song."

"Humans, including myself, are truly a contradictory species!"

Chapter 14 "Saving" the World

The 11th of the sixteen races – the Demon Race.

It is a species created by the 'Demon King', a mutant of the second-ranked race, a fantasy species. It is huge in size but extremely stupid.

That's why Rick and the others planned to send Ivan out to distract the demon, allowing the two of them to escape.

In this historical context, even though Rick spoke calmly and indifferently when he said those words, his heart was constantly tormented by pain.

He naturally harbored resentment towards the races above him, whether for their view of humans as ants or for their destruction of the planet!

However, the reality is that in this world, as the only humans who were not created by gods but evolved on their own, their aptitude for magic is zero, which means that they cannot use magic, or even perceive it.

This has led to the current situation where humans are like ants compared to other races.

This is an unchangeable fact, so when faced with Sequence Races, he can only do what he is doing now: sacrifice some people to save more people!

Now, they are seeing scenes that previously only existed in their imaginations.

The man who suddenly appeared simply raised his hand towards the demonic creature not far away, and then, the huge, earthworm-like demonic creature seemed to be lifted into the air by some strange force.