Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Cheng Ling Shuang once said that when martial arts are practiced to a certain level, one can go for months without eating a single grain of rice, or one can eat an entire elephant in one meal.

But that refers to masters who have reached the level of "water separation".

What about him?

Having only practiced the Inch Heart Fist for three days, it was impossible for Zhang Yang to reach the level of Water Separation. He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and focused on feeling his body, following the method taught by Cheng Ling Shuang.

Stomach, liver, intestines, heart, lungs... every organ is operating in a highly efficient manner.

How efficient is it?

Like a precise steam engine, every gear meshes perfectly, without the slightest waste.

Its bones are as hard as steel, even far beyond steel.

The muscle fibers are tightly intertwined, like a compressed steel wire rope, which may not be torn apart even with strong pulling.

Finally, I sensed my dantian and found that there was a flow of energy there.

It possesses an immense power, almost like the ocean, seemingly inexhaustible.

What is this?

Zhang Yang opened his eyes, clenched his fist, and his knuckles made a "crackling" sound.

"Have you finished eating?" Gerald's voice came from the side. "If it's not enough, I'll have someone prepare another serving."

"That's enough, that's enough." Zhang Yang quickly waved his hand, "If you keep eating, I'll eat you out of house and home."

“It’s alright, I can afford this much food.” Gerald smiled and sat down in the chair opposite Zhang Yang. “So, Master, what are your plans next?”

"What did you call me?" Ling

"My Lord."

Zhang Yang shook his head: "I'm not some kind of cult leader."

Gerald's smile froze for a moment: "What did you say?"

“I said, I’m not the leader of the Five Hells Sect,” Zhang Yang shrugged. “I’m just an ordinary translator for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, passing through London, and then I got dragged into all this mess.”

Gerald was also somewhat puzzled: "Then why are you at the ruins of Marquis Voban's manor?"

"..."

Zhang Yang did not answer.

Because he was reminiscing.

He recalled how he met Elsa, how he got caught up in the battle between the cult leader and the marquis, how he fell into the rift, how he met the group of black dwarves, how he was possessed by Vajrapani, how he faced the Red Emperor, and how he was burned to a crisp.

Yes, why did I have to go through all these things?

Zhang Yang leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, a subtle thought popping into his mind.

Speaking of which—

What was my cheat code again?

He recalled that after he died, he was transported to a crossover anime world, hit by a car, and then entered the afterlife space to calculate his talents and open a new door.

Every death can open up a new world.

Each time you die, you will receive a new resurrection coin.

The cooldown period is seven days.

So, what should he do?

He should have stayed.

Survive for seven days, wait for the resurrection coins to refresh, and then go have some fun.

What do I care about a cult leader, a marquis, or a Crimson Emperor?

Why should he get involved in these battles between gods?

He's just a time traveler with a cheat system, unlimited resurrections, and the ability to travel between worlds.

He should be a man of principle.

Be patient, back off, or hide.

Seven days later, he'll be a hero again.

But why can't I help myself?

In World Two, when he met Li Sushang, he didn't hold back and went to slaughter the Jinsha Gang together. When he met Ma Feima, he didn't hold back either and directly cursed these traitors for their master-killing behavior. In the end, he was lucky that he didn't die in less than seven days.

When they arrived in World Three, they couldn't resist again. They attacked Elsa when she was in trouble, and followed the cult leader out of strange curiosity. Even when asked to cut off their finger, which could be restored through resurrection, they still chose to rely on words...

Why can't I help myself?

Seeing that Zhang Yang remained silent, Gerald also had doubts: "You have [Mystic Resistance], so no magic, spell power, or divine power can affect you."

"With a single thought, you turned the whole of London from winter into summer."

"This is not something an ordinary person can do."

“Clearly, you are also someone who murders gods and usurps their power. Apart from Marquis Voban, whom I serve, there is only Luo Hao, the Five Prisons Master of the East.”

Zhang Yang: "..."

Wait a minute, what did he just say? What was the method to obtain divine power again?

“The Marquis’s whereabouts are currently unknown.” Gerald’s tone remained calm. “And even if you say you are not that Eastern leader, I have no intention of offending a god-slayer. A king who kills a god and usurps his power should be respected wherever he goes.”

Killing gods and usurping their power...

God-killer.

This is the world of Godkiller.

Zhang Yang had seen this animation.

In this work, some mortals kill gods, seize their power, and become demon kings who are above humanity.

They were called "godslayers".

In his memory, the expressiveness of "Godkiller" was just so-so.

Similar to the Servants in the Fate series.

There are even claims online that the breathing techniques in Demon Slayer can kill Godslayers.

He thought this statement made a lot of sense at the time.

But now—

He recalled how Luo Hao alone caused plants that devoured steel to grow all over London.

He recalled the storm that had blanketed the entire sky over Voban.

He recalled the Crimson Emperor's fire dragon, a terrifying sight that seemed to melt the entire world.

Then he remembered that he had pierced the Red Emperor's heart with the Vajra Pestle.

"He killed a god himself..."

Zhang Yang gradually understood everything; his current power stemmed from killing a god!

He now possesses the same powers as Voban, Luo Hao, and Aisha, almost like a natural disaster, with the power to summon wind and rain and change the celestial phenomena at will.

The correct strategy is to survive for seven days first, then go out and have fun...

I can't stand it for even a second longer!

Chapter Thirty-Two: I Have the Power of God

Zhang Yang walked on the streets of London.

The snow had completely melted, leaving the road wet and reflecting the gray sky.

He walked while feeling his body.

Reborn.

He had only seen this word in novels before and thought it was exaggerated.

But now he knows that the word is realistic.

Blood surges through the veins, thick as mercury, yet purer than quicksilver.

He waved his arm casually, and the air was torn apart, producing a sharp whistling sound.

Eight hundred catties.

It requires at least 800 jin of force, and possibly even over 1,000 jin.

There is such power in the swinging of my arms now.

With a light push of his feet, he darted forward seven or eight meters, landing silently, like a leaf falling on the water.

They walk as swiftly as galloping horses and leap as nimbly as flying birds.

Traveling a thousand miles by day and eight hundred miles by night.

This is not an exaggeration, but rather a reflection of his current physical strength.

He clenched his fist, feeling the connection between his muscles and bones.

The muscles, bones, skin, flesh, internal organs, and viscera have all coalesced into one.

Copper skin, steel frame, iron internal organs...

There is also the dantian, where a vast amount of energy slowly rotates, like a dormant volcano, calm on the surface but with magma beneath that could incinerate everything.

In this world, the East calls it "true qi," the West calls it "magic power," and in the animation it is called "cursed power."

Zhang Yang suddenly had a feeling.

"Now, relying solely on my physical strength and internal energy, I should be able to put up a fight against Cheng Ling Shuang."

Cheng Ling Shuang, one of the Seven Swords of Tai Xu, Li Su Chang's master, is a woman as cold as ice in the Honkai world.

Three days ago, he could only look up at her back and couldn't even see her sword movements clearly.

Now, he felt he could hold his own against her.

"Even without martial arts or internal energy, this body alone could slaughter the Golden Sands Gang with his bare hands."

As Zhang Yang thought about it, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

That bandit gang that burned, killed, and looted in the northern desert, even when he and Li Sushang joined forces, they still had a very difficult time fighting them.

Now, he's all on his own.

Gerald followed behind him, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far. Although he kept smiling, the envy in his eyes was impossible to hide.

He had already learned it from Zhang Yang.

This boy was not Luo Hao, but just an ordinary person, a translator for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, who accidentally came to London and, somehow, killed a god and usurped the god's power.

How can anyone not be envious of this?

Zhang Yang stopped in his tracks.

"arrive."

Gerald looked up.

The ruins of Marquis Voban's manor, which had been razed to the ground, were now filled with people, a dark mass of them.

They were dressed in all sorts of clothes: some wore cloaks, some wore robes, some wore headscarves, some wore suits, and there were even a few Han Chinese faces wearing Hanfu.

These people gathered in twos and threes, some talking in hushed tones, some resting with their eyes closed, and some tapping the ground with their canes, appearing very impatient.

Gerald glanced around and whispered, "These are all sorcerers hiding in London. Those are mysterious beast tamers from the Malay Peninsula, those are black magicians from the Indian subcontinent, magicians from Britain... and those are Han Chinese martial arts masters practicing Taoist magic!"

"Viscount Gerald!"

A man in a black suit stepped forward first.

He was in his early forties, with neatly combed silver-gray hair and a finely trimmed mustache.

He takes long strides and walks with a brisk pace; you can tell at a glance that he has a bad temper.

"You've finally arrived!"