Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Zian Yan smiled and said softly, "Since you're all here, let's chat."

Shijou Maki snorted: "What are you talking about? The transfer student who teleported into the girls' room in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Yang sighed: "Everyone, I was indeed a bit presumptuous yesterday. But I just wanted to investigate some things, whether supernatural forces exist in this world."

Qianhua raised her hand: "I can testify to this! He asked me so many questions yesterday!"

Dragon Ball Momo said calmly, "So you just teleported over to ask them one by one?"

"High efficiency."

"...You really have a lot of confidence in yourself."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I've always been confident and assertive."

Shijo Maki looked at him, her red eyes scrutinizing him, but her lips twitched as if she wanted to laugh but held it back: "You said you wanted to investigate supernatural powers, so what did you find out?"

"No."

"So your investigation involved breaking into a girl's room in the middle of the night, asking 'Are there any ghosts?', and then leaving?"

"This is the current plan."

Shijo Maki opened her mouth, then closed it again, turning her head to look elsewhere.

Chika laughed out loud: "Maki-kun, it seems like you can't do anything about him."

"Who said that!"

"That's exactly what your facial expression said."

"Fujiwara-san!"

The rooftop finally came alive again.

A while later, when A-Tenbo Meng was pulled over by Chika, her face was full of expressions that said, "You first-year students really know how to get things done."

She was a second-year student with long black hair, slightly upturned eyes, and a half-smile on her lips; she looked like someone who wouldn't be easy to deal with.

"So, you called me here to ask if ghosts exist in this world?"

“Yes!” Chika nodded.

A-Ten-Bō-Meng sighed: "No, that's a lie."

Everyone: "..."

Koyasu Tsubame couldn't help but ask, "Yume, you must be the heir to the shrine, right?"

“Yes, that’s why I’m so sure there’s no such thing.” A-Tianfang Meng also said seriously, “If it were really ghosts or gods, Shintoism wouldn’t have been beaten like a ball by Buddhism.”

Qianhua took out yesterday's recording again: "Look at this, it's talking."

"..."

After watching, Atianfang Meng's gaze swept over Zhang Yang. "How did you do that? Can you call me? If you learn it, you can beat Dad and I'll be the one making all the decisions from now on."

Zhang Yang: "..."

For some reason, he was no longer surprised.

Could it really be my imagination, or is there truly no supernatural power in this world?

If this is truly a peaceful world, bringing Fu Hua and Su Chang here for a relaxing vacation seems like a pretty good idea.

Seeing that Zhang Yang didn't answer, A Tianfang Meng blinked, took a step forward, and lowered her voice: "You wouldn't happen to be one of those legendary immortal cultivators, would you?"

"That's it."

"Wow." Atianfang Meng took a half step back and looked him up and down. "So, do you have any goals? Like immortality or ascension to godhood?"

"Have."

"what?"

"To establish a harem."

There was a moment of silence on the rooftop.

A-Tianfang Meng paused for two seconds, then her eyes suddenly flashed with an inexplicable brilliance.

Now that you mention this, I'm really interested.

"A harem? Are you serious?"

"real."

How many do you have now?

"Currently, two and a half."

"Two and a half?" Atianfangmeng laughed even harder. "Have you already taken care of two? Did you use contraception?"

Zhang Yang said seriously, "This is harassment."

A-Tianfang Meng smiled and shook her head, then turned her gaze to the four girls beside her, suddenly changing her expression: "Among you four, who is 'two' and who is 'half'?"

Qianhua's face flushed red: "Zhang Yangjun and I are just friends! We only met yesterday!"

Dragon Ball Momo said expressionlessly, "I was just curious about his abilities, nothing more."

Zi'an Yan smiled, a slightly awkward smile: "I only came because I was worried about the others..."

Shijo Maki snorted: "I don't know him well. I was just asked by my parents to come and see what kind of person he is."

“Oh—” A-Ten-Bō-Meng drew out the last syllable, “So, Zhang Yang’s harem consists of other people? Are they from his hometown, or did Zhang Yang accidentally capsize and end up in Tokyo?”

Chika's ribbon swayed twice in the wind, her cheeks flushed slightly, but her mouth remained firm: "Senior A-Tianfang, don't talk nonsense!"

Am I talking nonsense?

"You're talking nonsense!"

Dragon Ball Peach said with a fierce look in her eyes, "Say it again and I'll kill you! Besides, if we're really talking about it, aren't you on the rooftop too? Maybe you're this guy's target as well."

"Zhang Yang, am I your target?" A Tianfang Meng asked directly, unafraid.

Zhang Yang was also very sincere: "No, A Tianfang is not on the list."

"That's great." A-Ten-Fang Meng happily walked towards the stairwell: "After all, he's the kind of man who can smash a truck. I can't possibly survive being hit every second."

Fujiwara Chika: "..."

Zian Yan: "..."

Dragon Ball Momo: "..."

Shijou Maki: "..."

Zhang Yang snapped out of his daze and muttered subconsciously, "The frequency isn't that low..."

……

When school was over, Zhang Yang packed his schoolbag and was about to leave.

He planned to wander around and see if there were any strange signs in the cities of this world.

But as soon as he stepped out of the teaching building, he was stopped by someone.

Kaguya Shinomiya stood at the end of the corridor, her black hair gleaming coldly in the evening light, her red eyes staring straight at him, her expression as indifferent as a sculpture.

"Zhang Yang, can you come with me?"

"can."

The two walked around the teaching building, through a grove of trees, and to a secluded spot.

There are no surveillance cameras here.

There are no students coming and going.

The only sound was the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Kaguya Shinomiya stopped and turned around.

The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on her face. Her expression remained aloof and indifferent, but something stirred within her eyes.

"Hayasaka told me that you went to see a lot of people. Chika, Dragon Ball, Koyasu-senpai, Shijou, and you even met with them on the rooftop today."

"You're really well-informed. What can I do for you?" Zhang Yang asked, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

After all, he deliberately threw a punch, so the Shinomiya family should have some reaction, right?

Kaguya Shinomiya was silent for a moment, seemingly somewhat resistant, but still spoke up: "The Shinomiya family has already cleaned up the mess you made of the truck you crashed yesterday. As for your question about whether there are other supernatural forces in this world, the Shinomiya family would like to know that as well."

"you……"

She paused for a moment before saying, "They want me to go with you this weekend to explore a place rumored to be haunted, if you'd like."

When she said this, the Ice Queen really hoped Zhang Yang would refuse.

However, the first-year ice queen was clearly uninformed and unaware that Zhang Yang was already planning to build a harem.

"Of course, but I'd like to bring a few more people."

Zhang Yang immediately agreed.

At the same time, it was decided to bring Fujiwara Chika, Ryuju Momo, Koyasu Tsubame, and Shijo Maki along.

Chapter 91 Yotsuya Miko is very happy

The sun was shining brightly over the weekend.

The warmth spread across the street, landed on Miko Yotsuya's shoulder, and touched the corners of her slightly upturned lips.

She walked on the sidewalk, her steps much lighter than usual.

There are no ghosts or monsters.

not a single one.

Starting yesterday, or from some moment at dusk the day before yesterday, all those things that crawled out of the walls, hung down from the ceiling, and emerged from the shadows by the roadside vanished.

It's as if it never existed.

Jianzi took a deep breath.

There was no chilling feeling of being stared at, no fear of a pale hand landing on your shoulder at any moment.

She looked up. The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and there was no long-haired woman hanging upside down on the telephone pole.

Yotsuya Miko almost burst out laughing.

……

"So, there really isn't any left?"

Yuria Nibutō leaned very close, tilting her head back and staring into Miko's eyes, as if trying to discern something from her pupils.

She was not very tall; standing next to Jianzi, she looked like a primary school student, but her eyes burned with a genuine, unwavering flame.

"There really aren't any left." Jianzi nodded. "What about your end?"

"...There aren't any left either."

Yulia's expression was somewhat complicated.

Logically, she should be happy.

Everyone would be happy if those things were gone.

But there was a hint of disappointment in her tone, as if she had been told that her hard-earned skills, honed over many years, were no longer needed.

"Tell me," Yulia said in a low voice, "could it be that we both lost our powers at the same time?"

"will not."

How can you be so sure?

Jianzi thought for a moment and said seriously, "Because the last time I saw them, their expressions... were like they were frightened by something."

Yulia paused for a moment: "Were you scared?"

"Yes, they are more afraid than I am. It feels similar to being driven away by Xiaohua's life energy, but it feels a hundred times more severe."