Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Why, why would such a powerful life form appear in the mortal world?

He was clearly the chosen one of this world, and he had obtained a rule, and such a powerful one at that...

Are the rules of the world so weak?

"Is that all you've got?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yang caught up in one step, his right fist punching out straight at the blood-man. The Crimson Character Seal was immediately injected into the blood-man's body, igniting its internal "information chain," which constituted the complete record of its existence, from its birth to every moment.

hum-

The character “赤” suddenly appeared in fiery seal script.

Like a dragon, like fire.

boom!

Flames exploded outwards from the blood-soaked man's body, cracking his entire form, and the dark red outer shell peeled off piece by piece in the crimson-gold light.

But this time, instead of the familiar crimson flames, it exploded with blue, cold phosphorescence, like burning deep within polar glaciers.

The flames were so cold that fine white frost flowers condensed in the surrounding air and fell onto the wooden floor.

The blood-soaked figure exploded like a balloon being blown up, turning into countless tiny ice crystal fragments that dissipated into the dim air.

Something fell from where the blood-soaked man had disappeared, hitting the floor with a crisp cracking sound.

a cell phone.

With the screen facing upwards, the casing is light pink and decorated with cartoon stickers, clearly intended for girls.

Click, click!

"First published on 705u.com - Book Club"

Ice flames spread across the surface of the phone.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yang suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. The strange tale is hiding in a mobile phone. It hides in the electronic device of the person who posted the information, and it can move freely within these devices. No wonder we can't find it no matter what we do."

Zi An Yan stared at her phone, her gaze fixed.

"This is... Sarina's phone."

The classroom quieted down, and sunlight from outside leaked in through the half-drawn curtains, falling on the remains of a cell phone on the floor and reflecting a faint glow.

Chapter 110 Distance Turns Negative

Dragon Ball Momo strode onto the grass, grabbed Sarina by the collar, and pulled her up from the ground.

"You did this?"

Sarina's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling: "I...I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Stop playing dumb." Dragon Ball Momo's voice was very low, so low that only the two of them could hear it. "The message on the anonymous board was posted by you."

"The Blood-Stained Ghost Story resides in the phone of the person who posted the message. When Zian Yan jumped from the building, you were in her spot. The person who was replaced was the one who posted the message."

"You like Mori-kun, right?" Ryuu Momo released her collar, her tone icy. "But Mori-kun confessed to Tsubasa, and the two of them are about to get together. So you left a message."

Sarina lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly: "I...I just..."

"Just what?"

“I’m just so angry…” Sarina’s voice trembled with tears. “I was the one who met Mori first… I was the one who liked him first… Why did he confess to Tsubaki? What do I lack compared to her?”

Dragon Ball Momo asked expressionlessly, "So you posted those things on the anonymous board?"

“I never expected it to turn out like this!” Sarina looked up, tears streaming down her face. “I just wanted to vent, I never imagined that so many people would see that message… and I never imagined that ghost stories would exist…”

"You regret it?"

"I regret it! Of course I regret it!"

Dragon Ball Peach loosened her collar and stood up.

"You've had a great time these past few days, haven't you?"

Sarina's sobs were stuck in her throat.

"The night Yanzi encountered the blood-red letter, you went to dinner with Mori-kun, didn't you? I heard you went to that Italian restaurant near the school." Ryuu Momo's voice was calm. "Yanzi almost died in the blood-red letter, and you were on a date with her suitor."

Sarina opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

“I heard you’ve been in great spirits these past few days, even humming songs in class. When your friend asked about Yanzi, you said, ‘She’s staying at a boy’s house, so I don’t need to worry about her.’ You haven’t even gone to see her.”

Sarina lowered her head, her shoulders trembling.

Dragon Ball Peach grabbed Sarina's hair and dragged her into a deserted alleyway.

Nagasaki Momo stood there, watching as Dragon Ball Momo dragged Sarina away around the corner, followed by a muffled sound, mixed with suppressed cries and pleas for mercy.

Nagasaki Motoyo blinked and looked down at her toes, but failed.

Today is Monday, and since early this morning I've witnessed a suicide attempt, a high-altitude body swap, a disappearance into thin air, and a gangster's daughter committing violence in the street...

Should we go back to sleep?

……

The empty classroom was very quiet.

Frost droplets from the exploding ice flames still clung to the ceiling and walls, gleaming coldly in the light filtering through the curtains.

The temperature was several degrees lower than outside.

Zian Yan sat on the ground, leaning against the podium, her hands wrapped around her knees, her body trembling slightly.

Zhang Yang sat down next to her: "Are you cold?"

"Ah."

Zhang Yang took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

His body heat still lingered on the coat, and the warmth seeped through the fabric of the school uniform. Zian Yan shrank her neck and wrapped the coat tighter around herself.

The two sat quietly for a while.

Zian Yan spoke softly, "I have a rough idea about Sarina's situation."

"I know she likes Mori-kun."

"When Mori confessed to me, I hesitated. It wasn't because I didn't like him, but because I felt... that if I said yes, Sarina would be sad."

Zhang Yang turned his head: "So you were originally planning to refuse?"

“I had that thought at the time.” Zian Yan gave a bitter smile, “But then you appeared, hugged me and said, ‘She’s my girlfriend.’... At that moment, I actually felt relieved.”

"why?"

“That way I won’t have to refuse.” Koyasu Tsubaki’s voice was very soft. “Mori-kun can give up, and Sarina will have a chance to get close to him. I won’t hurt anyone.”

Zhang Yang paused for a moment: "But in the end, someone still got hurt."

“Yes.” Zian Yan lowered her head. “Sometimes I think I have a really annoying personality. I always want to make everyone happy, and I always want to keep all relationships perfect, but in the end I don’t protect anyone.”

"Senior, your personality is called being a pushover."

Zi'an Yan smiled slightly: "It seems so."

She paused for a few seconds before saying, "I was isolated."

“In middle school, because I had excellent grades, was fairly good-looking, and came from a well-off family, I was inexplicably isolated.” Zian Yan’s voice was calm. “Later, I opened up to other people and got out of the isolation. From then on, I told myself that I could not let anyone be lonely again.”

Zhang Yang said calmly, "This kind of thing has nothing to do with being outstanding or not, nor with appearance or family background. The reason for bullying never needs to be reasonable; it's simply because 'you are different from us.'"

Don't underestimate the will to dominate!

If you stop bullying because you'll die, what's the difference between that and being already dead?

Zian Yan looked at him and blinked: "Was Ayang also isolated?"

"No, I've always been in the top class. My classmates are all academic, so no one has time to bully or isolate me... or maybe I just don't have enough homework."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Zi'an Yan couldn't help but chuckle.

Zhang Yang said seriously, "To be honest, I think many troubles are a luxury. If you were like me, hit by a truck on your first day in this world, visited by a group of young ladies on your second day, confronting ghost stories on your third day, resolving your father-daughter relationship on your fourth day, encountering a blood-letter ghost story on your fifth day, meeting a truck ghost story on your sixth day, and on your seventh day, which is today, watching your senior jump down from the sky, you wouldn't have time to be confused."

Our General Te is like that; he's busy every day and has no time for confusion or mental exhaustion.

Zian Yan laughed even harder.

"Ha ha……"

After laughing, Zian Yan wrapped herself in his coat, stood up, walked up to him, and looked down at him: "Ayang, thank you for saving me."

"You've already thanked me."

“That time doesn’t count.” Zian Yan squatted down and gently pressed her hand on Zhang Yang’s shoulder. “I want to repay you properly.”

"What reward?"

"My body... I can give it to you."

Zian Yan's voice was calm, and the light from outside the window was reflected in her pink eyes.

Zhang Yang looked up at her and said, "I can't repay your life-saving grace with just my body."

Zi'an Yan was taken aback for a moment: "Then what do you want?"

I want you to fall in love with me.

Zian Yan blinked: "But Ayang, what is love? I don't understand what love is, between men and women..."

"There's no such thing as a romantic relationship. I only want you to fall in love with me, not that I want to fall in love with you." Zhang Yang reached out and placed his hand on her cheek.

“Ah Yang is really domineering.” Zi An Yan reached out and grasped Zhang Yang’s wrist, gently closed her eyes, leaned forward, and rested her head on his shoulder. “But this is actually good. I will try my best to fall in love with Ah Yang.”

The distance between the two people has been reduced to zero.

Zi An Yan sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around Zhang Yang's neck, closed her eyes, and kissed him.

Her hair was disheveled, the buttons on her chest were undone, and her clothes lay on the floor, piled up together.

The distance has become -27 centimeters...

Chapter 111 The Swallow's Nest and Picking the Dragon Pearl

Dragon Ball Peach pushes open the door to the empty classroom.

The sunlight was slanting.

The lingering smell in the air was strange, like the smell of something burning, mixed with the salty smell of evaporated sweat, and something else—damp and slightly warm.

Zian Yan sat on the floor.

Her school uniform jacket was draped over her shoulders, the collar open, revealing a faint red mark on her collarbone.

Her hair was a little messy, with a few strands sticking to her forehead.

A thin layer of redness remained on her face, spreading from her cheeks to her ears and then to her neck.

She looked up at Dragon Ball Peach.

I smiled.

The smile was one of contentment.

Like a cat that has just eaten, lazy and listless.

Dragon Ball Momo has known Tsubame Koyasu for three years and has never seen her with this expression before.

She turned to look out the window.

Zhang Yang stood by the window, his back to the door, buttoning his shirt.

His shirt was open, and sunlight shone from behind, outlining the contours of his shoulders and waist.

There were many strawberries on his neck, as if they had been painstakingly planted by a hardworking farmer. You could tell at a glance that the person who planted them was in a hurry.

Dragon Ball Momo knelt down in front of Zian Yan and brushed away the strands of hair stuck to her forehead with sweat: "Are you alright?"

"It's alright." Zian Yan's voice was a little hoarse, but her tone was light. "Don't worry, Tao Tao, I'm fine."

Dragon Ball Peach stared into her eyes.

The corners of her eyes were red, and there was still moisture on her eyelashes.