Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

The ease and comfort in his eyes were instantly washed away by an emotion called shock!

No dragons! No magic! No reincarnation! No system!

It lacks those cheap commercial elements that have been overused by the market!

Yes, there are only the purest, most original, and most soul-stirring stories themselves!

This outline is clearly structured and logically rigorous.

Every setting and every step is like a precise set of gears, interlocking and filled with a tension that sends chills down your spine.

She only glanced at it, and countless tense and exciting images uncontrollably flashed through her mind.

When the police officer, burdened with a sense of justice, learns that his secret is about to be exposed, will he choose to shoot the innocent?

Will that priest who constantly talks about God tear off his mask of hypocrisy when faced with the threat of death?

Will that bullied, vulnerable girl unleash the most terrifying malice after getting her hands on a gun?

Suspense! Conflict! Twist!

All the buzzworthy elements needed for a commercial work are perfectly condensed into this framework.

"This...this setting..."

Machida Sonoko's heart skipped a beat, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

She took a deep breath, her mood shifting from "playful" to "serious," even carrying a hint of "expectation," and slowly turned to the main text.

The first day, the first person, the first gun.

The spotlight on stage suddenly blazed on the man in the clown mask as he shoved a cold Colt Python revolver into my hand. In an exaggerated, aria-like tone, he announced the official start of this cheap reality show called "Survival."

……

She was struck dumb by lightning after just reading the first page!

This writing is amazing!

What kind of monstrous writing is this?!

Sharp! Cold! Precise!

Not a single wasted word, not a single superfluous adjective! Every word is like a bullet, precisely aimed at the reader's central nervous system!

That's a meticulous yet ruthless portrayal of the characters' psychological changes under extreme circumstances!

She could clearly see the transformation in the elite policeman's eyes from "confusion" to "vigilance" and then to "murderous intent"—all in less than three hundred words!

Machida Sonoko is completely smitten!

She forgot she was in the office, forgot the time, and forgot to breathe.

You are completely captivated by this story, which is full of dark, twisted charm.

“Rustle…rustle…”

In the office, only the sound of her fingers rapidly flipping through papers in her excitement could be heard.

Her movements became faster and more urgent, like a dying traveler in the desert, desperately thirsting for the next sip of sweet spring water.

When you turn to the last page and see the final settlement—

She let out a long breath.

That breath carried an endless aftertaste and a shiver.

"Great!"

Reading a good book is like enjoying a spiritual feast.

Machida Sonoko closed the manuscript gently, as if it were a rare treasure.

Then, she slumped into the large office chair.

His chest heaved violently, and his hair was soaked with sweat.

Her face was flushed with an unhealthy redness due to extreme excitement and lack of oxygen, and even the corners of her eyes were glistening with tears.

He just stared blankly at the ceiling.

It took her a full three minutes to find her voice again.

"Monster..."

Machida Enko muttered to herself absentmindedly.

A good while.

She reached out with trembling hands and opened the manuscript again.

This time, she wasn't just reading a story; she was examining the details of the manuscript with the eye of a professional editor.

She read it word by word.

One typo... none.

There isn't a single grammatically incorrect or nonsensical sentence.

Not a single redundant paragraph that could be cut...!

Even the use of every punctuation mark is as precise as a textbook, perfectly serving the rhythm of the text and the expression of emotion!

what does this mean?

Machida Sonoko understood what this meant better than anyone else!

This means that this manuscript requires absolutely no editing! It's a perfect final draft that can be directly typed, printed, and put on the shelves for sale!

boom! ! !

Machida Sonoko's heart was once again filled with turmoil.

For a newcomer to submit a manuscript with an excellent outline is already a rare talent, one in a hundred.

To possess such fluent and stunning writing skills is to be a rare and exceptional talent.

And to be able to deliver a perfect final draft that requires no modifications...

Is this a monster?

"No...no! We have to sign him!"

This idea, like a wildfire, ignited instantly.

Machida Sonoko suddenly stood up from her chair, and because the movement was so violent, she knocked the swivel chair behind her to the ground!

Bang! ! !

A loud bang erupted in the quiet office, startling all the colleagues who were still taking their lunch break.

They all looked at them with astonishment.

"Machida-san, what's wrong?"

"Are you okay?"

"Are you too tired? Do you want to take a rest?"

Machida Sonoko took a deep breath and tried her best to calm down.

As she hurriedly bent down to help the chair up, she smiled apologetically:

"It's nothing, just a big cockroach flew by and startled me."

After saying that, she took the manuscript and walked quickly toward the editor-in-chief's office at the end of the corridor.

The office colleagues looked at each other and whispered among themselves.

"Machida-san is acting really strange today."

"Yes, her face was completely red, and her hands were still trembling as she held onto the chair. What kind of cockroach could scare a strong woman like that?"

"What do you think... what treasure is she holding in her arms?" a perceptive colleague guessed.

"Who knows?"

"Haha, maybe Machida-san really did find gold in the shit."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter Four: The Chief Editor of Evolutionary Face Art

Ryuji Aida.

Editor-in-chief of the third part of the Shinazugawa Bunko Editorial Department.

He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses, slowly sipping a cup of fine Gyokuro tea, and reviewing a candidate manuscript for a major award that he thought was promising.

"Hmm... 'The Sword Saint Miss Can't Be Directionally Deficient' has a somewhat novel premise, but the writing is still too immature and the character portrayals are not compelling enough."

He put down the manuscript, picked up his pen, and prepared to write the reviewer's comment: "Mediocrity, limited potential."

at this time--

boom!

The heavy solid wood door to his office was pushed open.

Ryuji Aida was startled by the sudden loud noise, and the expensive teacup in his hand shook, spilling a few drops of tea and wetting the documents.

He looked up in surprise and saw his subordinate, Machida Sonoko, rushing in with a look of anxiety on her face.

At this moment, Machida Sonoko is nowhere to be seen as the shrewd and capable intellectual beauty editor-in-chief she usually is.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, her pretty face was flushed, her chest was heaving violently, and her face was full of excitement and agitation.

"Editor-in-chief! A monster! I've found a monster!" She rushed to the desk, lowered her voice, and said urgently.

Aida Ryuji looked helpless.

“Machida, you’ve lost your composure,” he sighed, speaking slowly and deliberately.

monster?

In what year was there no so-called monster in the industry?

But in the decades-long history of light novels, there are only a handful that truly deserve the title.

He admired Machida Sonoko's drive and vision, but she was too young and impatient.

They are easily misled by some flashy, seemingly amazing but actually shallow works.

For her to get this excited, it must be some kind of unconventional, showy piece of work.

Ryuji Aida shook his head inwardly.

"Calm down, Machida-kun." The editor-in-chief slowly took off his glasses, wiped the lenses, and said in a calm tone like an elder reprimanding a junior, "The sky isn't falling. Tell me, what kind of manuscript could make you forget the most basic professional ethics of an editor?"

"Editor-in-chief! Look! You'll see once you see it!" Machida Sonoko seemed completely oblivious to the reproach in his words, and presented the manuscript with both hands.

Ryuji Aida took the manuscript, his gaze lingered on the cover for half a second, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"6 Days, 6 People, 6 Guns".

really!

The name itself exudes an aura of incompatibility with the market.

The editor-in-chief was filled with disappointment.

He opened the manuscript without much expectation.

However, the next second.

His gaze froze.

Ok?

What's with this opening... this overwhelming sense of dread?

He felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively straightened his back as he continued reading.

Time passes minute by minute.