Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Asuna sat at the corner of the stone table, holding a teacup in both hands, listening intently.

The worlds, histories, and vastly different possibilities that Nüxi spoke of were all like an unopened book.

Then my phone rang.

ding ding-

The shrill ringtone exploded in the courtyard. Asuna hurriedly pulled out her phone, and the caller ID on the screen made her expression change.

She answered the phone, spoke a few words in a low voice, and then stood up after hanging up, looking somewhat helpless: "My family is urging me to go home. So many things happened tonight... It's past midnight now, and they keep calling me. I have to go back."

Zhang Yang put down his teacup: "I'll take you there by helicopter."

Asuna waved her hand: "No need to trouble yourself, I can just take a taxi back..."

“Taking the tram is so boring.” Zhang Yang stood up, patted his sleeves, and said, “Aren’t your parents nervous? Then let the helicopter land in your yard. They’ll be so surprised when they see you get off that they won’t be able to close their mouths all night.”

Asuna wanted to refuse, but she suddenly imagined the scene: her father standing at the living room window looking out, his coffee cup suspended in mid-air; her mother rushing out of the study; and her brother staring wide-eyed at the wind whipped up by the rotor blades, ruffling the potted plants in the yard.

"You can think about it, right?"

"It will cause trouble for my neighborhood..."

"Then let's park further away."

Asuna was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly, a very small smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.

Chapter 162 Kuroyukihime of the Chaotic World

late at night.

The woman arranged a secluded courtyard with blue bricks and gray tiles, a pomegranate tree in the courtyard, a stone table and benches under the tree, and the walls covered with trumpet creeper.

Zhang Yang lay on his back on the wooden bed, his hands behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

During the day, Nozomi's words kept replaying in my mind—the world of Sword Art Online was actually a part of the Godkiller multiverse.

It looks like it was sewn on.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Yang came to a somewhat unreliable conclusion, mostly because the male protagonists of both works were voiced by Matsuoka Yoshimi.

It makes perfect sense that the same voice actor can have two fruits hanging from the same tree.

Since the multiverse can fit even Jesus, rock stars, and UFO Buddhists, what's a little VR game world?

What else could it be for?

It can't be because the illustrators of the two works are the same person, right?

It shouldn't be just one person...

He changed his posture, turned to the side, and stared at the swaying shadows of the trees on the window frame, when suddenly he remembered something else.

The author of Sword Art Online also wrote another novel.

Accel World.

The story takes place decades after Sword Art Online, when neural link terminals are ubiquitous and the human brain is directly connected to the network. A secret program called Brain Burst 2039 is circulating among middle school students, capable of accelerating thinking a thousand times.

As Nüxi once said, the future she observed had become completely chaotic.

The future of widespread neural connectivity devices has become chaos.

The story of Accel World takes place in the future of Sword Art Online, around 2046.

Zhang Yang suddenly thought of a possibility: could the chaotic future actually be "Accel World"?

He thought to himself that since the future was already destroyed, he had to go and salvage his other anime waifus.

Aside from her slightly imperfect eyesight, Kuroyukihime has all sorts of advantages, like her black stockings...

In short, I must save my anime/manga waifu.

"—The one destined to take me to that faraway place is here—"

Positioning: Kuroyukihime (Black Snow Princess).

Once the thought was made up, a small, dark hole was torn open in front of the bed.

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

A sudden gust of wind arose, causing the clutter in the room to sway violently.

……middle

The world has stopped. (Turn)

Before me lies a city that is melting.

The building lost its sharp edges, resembling a candle softened by high heat. The glass curtain wall drooped into a viscous liquid, suspended in mid-air, yet did not drip.

The asphalt road surface bulged with wavy wrinkles, and the traffic lights were bent at a ninety-degree angle, frozen in their deformed state.

There was no wind, no sound, and no temperature.

The air solidified like amber, and the string of time seemed to have been cut by someone with scissors.

Zhang Yang stood on a melting street, surrounded by skyscrapers all exhibiting the same posture—losing their original shape, flowing slowly like mud, yet stopping halfway, never reaching the next step.

All humans have disappeared.

The streetlights were still on, the vending machine screens were still flashing, and the half-melted car was parked in the middle of the road, with no one in the driver's seat.

The entire city was like a soulless shell, clinging to a fleeting afterimage.

Then he saw someone.

At the end of the street, in front of a partially submerged apartment building, stood a black figure.

Long, black hair reaching her waist; a black sailor uniform; black knee-high socks; her snow-white skin contrasted sharply with the surrounding gray-brown haze.

Wearing the school badge on his chest, Meixiang Middle School.

She was walking forward, but stopped halfway. Her legs below the knees had turned lead gray, semi-transparent, and faintly glowed.

The trend toward chaos.

Zhang Yang walked over and took her right hand.

"Holding your hand"!

With a flash of colorful light, the leaden gray on Kuroyukihime's body faded, and the translucent skin gradually filled with blood color. The chaotic transformation shrank back from her waist to her calves, from her calves to her ankles, and from her ankles to her fingertips, just like the receding tide.

Kuroyukihime opened her eyes.

Zhang Yang thought to himself that Kuroyukihime in the novel could not be considered a loli in the conventional sense. The student council president, with her petite body and bow accessories, was different from a real loli and had a unique charm.

Seeing the real person up close now, it's indeed true.

He lacked this kind of rare character in his harem.

"Am I...walking?" Kuroyukihime looked down at her hands, squeezed them, and felt their texture. "Thank you for saving me."

"No need for thanks," Zhang Yang laughed. "You can't let me save you for nothing anyway."

"How do you want me to repay you? Or... wait, what happened here? Why were you able to act?"

Kuroyukihime's tone remained relatively calm; she did not scream in alarm at the world's destruction. Her mental age far exceeded her physical age, allowing her to maintain composure with difficulty.

“The timeline is becoming chaotic.” Zhang Yang looked around. “Someone told me that an accident caused the future to collapse. I can’t explain the specifics, but you just need to know that your timeline is being erased. Whether it’s the past, present, or future, everything on the timeline will collapse.”

Why am I okay?

"How would I know?" Zhang Yang thought for a moment and then explained his powers.

Kuroyukihime frowned slightly as she listened, pondered for a long time, and then said, "...So you located me just before I was about to turn into chaos, so that you could play the hero and save me, and add me to your harem?"

Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with fire as he looked around: "Hmm, perhaps that's one reason. But besides you, it seems there are others here who haven't directly transformed into Chaos."

"Wait a moment." Kuroyukihime placed her hand on her neck and suddenly uttered, "BRAIN BURST!"

About a second later, she looked up and said, "Perhaps it's because of the Accelerators."

"Let me start from the beginning! BRAIN BURST is a fighting game that allows you to fight in the real world at an accelerated pace. In this accelerated state, the player's thinking speed increases a thousandfold."

"However, due to program limitations, the maximum perceived acceleration time is thirty minutes, which is equivalent to 1.8 seconds in reality."

"With the brain accelerated a thousand times, the soul has become quantum in some ways, making it more able to 'anchor' its own existence than ordinary people. It is precisely because of this that the trend of chaos in us Accelerators has been slightly slowed down."

Zhang Yang: "..."

Quantumization, huh.

When in doubt, quantum mechanics is the way to go; it can explain everything.

Kuroyukihime looked at him again and asked, "Are you from the past?"

“2022.” Zhang Yang immediately introduced himself, “My name is Zhang Yang, Godslayer, and I’m currently collecting harem members.”

Kuroyukihime looked up: "What is your purpose in building a harem?"

"Of course, it's so that my wives can all be happy."

Can I be happy?

"Of course, as long as you join my harem."

“But my world is crumbling, it’s turning into a lump of mud,” Kuroyukihime said. “I feel like I can’t be happy.”

Zhang Yang said very honestly, "I'm very sorry about this. Although it seems like I caused the chaos, it's not my fault, it's all the fault of the powers."

"If the gods hadn't stayed in mythology instead of running rampant on earth, I wouldn't have been able to kill them."

"I could not possibly usurp power."

"Power is something that I can't easily control on my own, which is why it has become chaotic."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "So, it's all the gods' fault. If you want to hate, then hate the gods!"

Kuroyukihime was speechless. She took a deep breath before saying, "Your skills in shifting blame are impressive. But your motives are completely shameless, driven entirely by lust—I've come to understand that perfectly well."

Zhang Yang comforted her, "There's no need to say that. Although you've lost this future, you still have me. I can take you back to the past."

"Do you want me to abandon my future and escape to the past to eke out a living?"

"But believe it or not, if you refuse now, you'll regret it terribly when you get back, losing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Denying your feelings for the sake of pride will only lead to unhappiness every day afterward. So for your sake, and for mine, please stop being stubborn!"

Kuroyukihime stared at him for a long time: "This is the first time I've ever seen a man compare himself to 'a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity'."

"But you're right. If I refuse, I'll regret it for the rest of my life... at least until I completely descend into chaos."

She stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and gave Zhang Yang a quick kiss.

Zhang Yang felt the girl's lips and subconsciously showed off his kissing skills, thinking to himself that she was indeed the Black Snow Princess, a woman who had lived in the acceleration field for who knows how many years, and she was really willing to go all out.

Kuroyukihime, slightly out of breath, created some distance: "As you said, you can hold one person in each hand. Can you bring one more person back to the past?"

Zhang Yang wiped his mouth: "Who?"

Kuroyukihime was secretly delighted—there was a reason why she took the initiative to kiss Zhang Yang.

Although she didn't know why this important figure had chosen her and was willing to save her from a world in ruins, she had to seize this opportunity. She would take people back to the past to try and save the world. Even if she couldn't save the world, she could at least save herself and her friends.

She glanced through the list of Accelerators she knew, automatically skipping her sister, and said one name:

"Kurasaki Fuuko".

Chapter 163 Those Who Know When to Adversity Are the Wise

The roar of helicopter rotors tore through the night sky.

Asuna Yuuki sat upright on one side of the cabin, her chestnut hair slightly disheveled by the gusts of air, her dark brown eyes reflecting the approaching lights outside the porthole.

Okay. A high school student taking an armed helicopter home, that's a whole other story.

She thought to herself that if someone had told her this morning that she would be taking a military helicopter home tonight and being brought back by a man who called himself a god-slayer, she would have thought that person was out of their mind.

Now she just feels—well, that makes sense, it's reasonable.

The helicopter slowly landed in the center of the courtyard.

The vortex airflow pressed circular indentations into the lawn, and several potted Phalaenopsis orchids on the terrace were blown about.

Behind the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows, three figures froze simultaneously.

Shozo Yuki held a coffee cup in his hand, which hovered in mid-air.

Kyoko Yuuki stood up from the sofa, her expression frozen.