Anime Crossover: My Part-Time Job as a Giant of Light While Studying Abroad in Chiba

Running ahead was a boy who looked a bit downcast, but he had a big smile on his face and was holding the hand of a long-haired girl dressed as a shrine maiden.

The girl's long red hair flew in the air; she seemed a little uneasy, yet she followed the boy closely.

They ran freely through the streets of Tokyo, bathed in the early summer sun, oblivious to the strange looks from those around them and to the heavy rules and regulations.

They looked so vibrant, so free.

Duan Zilian stared at their happy and carefree backs for a moment, then smiled with relief.

"Forget it, let's leave this headache to TPC."

"I'm a tourist now, and I'm going to have a great time in Tokyo. I don't want to think about anything else."

He then put his arms around Hong Kai and Wei Lai's necks, and the three of them staggered towards Senso-ji Temple.

(Happy Children's Day to all the kids who haven't grown up yet!)

Chapter 105 Lion

An international flight from New York landed smoothly at Narita International Airport.

As the airport announcement sounded, the first-class boarding stairs slowly descended.

A man in a black suit was the first to disembark from the plane.

Jugglus stopped at the gangway, squinting slightly as he gazed at the azure sky through the bright glass window.

"Humph."

He let out a cold laugh.

Then, he took a black box out of his pocket, inside which was a black Bluetooth headset.

"Boss, I've arrived in Tokyo." Jugglus put on his headphones, his voice devoid of warmth.

"Received. I've already arranged for customs and security checkpoints along the way. No one will question what you're carrying."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have amusement in them as he slowly spoke:

"I never expected you to take on the job in Tokyo. Isn't the glitz and glamour of New York good enough?"

"Just catching up with old friends."

"Really? Old friend?"

Have a good time.

A simulated mechanical voice came through the headphones.

After listening, Jugglus clicked his tongue, then angrily cut off the connection, flicking his black hair that fell across his forehead.

He never had a pleasant look towards this mysterious boss.

He retrieved his suitcase from the baggage claim area and strode towards customs.

Along the way, his unique charisma attracted many admiring glances, but he ignored them and walked straight through the VIP passage.

Just as he had said on the phone, he had no trouble at all, and his suitcase was let through without even going through the security scanner.

As Jugglus exited the airport, a brand-new Maybach was already parked silently on the side of the road.

The driver, wearing white gloves, respectfully opened the car door.

Good afternoon, sir.

The driver got into the cockpit and said in a low voice, "Judging by the time, they're probably still asleep in New York."

Jugglus Juggler also got into the spacious back seat and gave the signal.

"Yes, but Tokyo is about to wake up."

After that, there was no further conversation in the carriage.

The Maybach let out a deep roar of its engine and sped away toward Tokyo.

"Kai... let me see if you've gotten weaker..."

……

"Hahahaha! I'm so powerful! This feeling of being favored by the will of the universe!"

At the bustling fortune-telling area of ​​Senso-ji Temple, Hong Kai held a fortune slip with the word "Great Fortune" written on it in his hand, then put it in his pocket with an approving look on his face.

Hibino Mirai, standing to the side, opened the "Ki" in her hand and smiled happily as well:

“I’m doing great too. It looks like the rest of the journey will go smoothly, Kaisan.”

Duan Zilian, standing to the side, seemed to have faded away, radiating a dark and resentful aura.

He stared at the paper in disbelief, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then secretly opened them a crack to look again.

The character for "misfortune" on the back of the divination slip remained firmly imprinted on the paper, as if mercilessly mocking him.

"I went...why?!" Duan Zilian cried out in despair, clutching her hair.

"Even though it's a part-time job, I'm still a soldier, so why am I being targeted even for drawing lots?!"

"Haha! This proves that the light of the Milky Way shines only on me!"

Hong Kai leaned over and shamelessly patted Duan Zilian on the shoulder.

"It's alright, junior! Just stay behind my broad back and I'll protect you from the wind and rain, and wash away your sins and bad luck!"

"Get out! I don't want it!" Duan Zilian angrily crumpled the paper into a ball.

"Let me tell you, this kind of thing is pure feudal superstition! It has absolutely no scientific basis and cannot be believed at all, understand?"

"Duan Jun, don't crush it." Wei Lai grabbed his hand and pointed to the shelf next to them covered with white paper strips.

"In Japanese custom, if you draw a bad fortune slip, you tie it to that rack, and that way you can leave the bad omen with the gods."

"Kaisan and I are going to visit the little shrine up ahead first. You can follow us later."

Mirai nudged Duanzi Lian from behind, then followed a smug-looking Hong Kai toward the shrine ahead.

"Oh? There's such a thing?" Upon hearing this, Duan Zilian quickly ran to the shelf and tied the ominous fortune slip in her hand into a tight knot.

"Phew...it seems the gods still left a way out for the unlucky ones."

After saying these words, he clapped his hands and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Young man. Drawing an unlucky lot is a very high-probability event in the normal course of life."

Just then, a deep, resonant voice suddenly came from the side.

Duan Zilian turned her head away.

Suddenly, an old man appeared beside them. He wore a tattered straw hat and a black Taoist robe, the shadow of which obscured most of his face.

Although she couldn't see his face clearly, Duan Zilian felt a powerful, lion-like aura at that moment.

That kind of aura, it commands respect without anger.

"True strength lies not in whether one holds good fortune or misfortune."

The old man reached out and tied a slip of paper to the wooden frame, his tone calm as if he were stating a truth:

"Because his fists are meant to shatter the injustice of fate. It's good to leave the 'fierceness' here, but take away that fighting spirit, understand?"

"You seem... to be a very experienced elder."

Duan Zilian was taken aback by these words, and her previously agitated mood calmed down.

"Thank you for your guidance. Are you a manager here?"

Duan Zilian subconsciously lowered her voice and asked respectfully.

"No, he's just a homeless vagrant who's passing by and stopped by to offer some incense."

The old man spoke softly, then clasped his hands together and bowed to the fortune slips on the wooden frame.

"Hey! Duan Zilian! What are you standing there daydreaming about? Come over here quickly!" Hong Kai shouted from afar, waving his hand and urging him on.

"Oh! It's coming!"

Duan Zilian snapped out of her daze, quickly turned around and responded, then turned back and bowed to the old man in front of her.

"Thank you for your advice, sir. My friend is calling me."

"I'm leaving now, see you next time if fate allows..."

After saying that, he quickly ran towards Kai and the future.

"There doesn't seem to be anything fun to do here," Hong Kai yawned, looking somewhat annoyed.

"I'm really not interested in these gods and Buddhas. I'd rather spend my time eating monjayaki."

“I actually feel there’s a Zen-like atmosphere here,” Duan Zilian said.

"An old gentleman wearing a straw hat just told me some very philosophical things, which I found quite profound."

"Which old gentleman?" Future asked in confusion.

"Right next to that shelf... huh?"

Duan Zilian's fingers froze in mid-air; the spot where the old man in the straw hat had been standing was now empty.

"Well, it seems he's going somewhere else. Kaisan, Mirai-san, it's a real shame you two didn't go and talk to him. I think you two would definitely have a lot in common."

Hong Kai shrugged dismissively.

"Anyway, the earth is round, and if we're destined to meet, we'll meet again someday. Let's hurry up and explore, and after we're done, we'll go to the Tokyo Skytree, the view there is beautiful!"

"Hey, is this just your routine of clocking in? I haven't even had a chance to properly experience this place yet."

……

Meanwhile, in Tokyo, at the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters, the Special Investigation Bureau.

"Hello, I am Daigo Madoka. I have been sent by TPC headquarters to assist in the investigation."

Daigo, dressed in a crisp GUTS uniform, handed his identification to the police officer in front of him. The officer glanced at it, nodded slightly, and returned the identification to Daigo.

An elderly police chief with graying hair walked over, grasped Daigo's hand firmly, and looked at him sincerely:

"Hello, Daigo, was it Director Sawai who personally recommended you?"

"Ah...yes." Daigo nodded somewhat embarrassedly.

"Then there's no problem. With GUTS's elites coming, the pressure on our side will be greatly reduced. Come with me, the confidential conference room is over there."

The old police chief turned and led the way, with Daigo following closely behind.

The two walked through the busy office area. The old sheriff lowered his voice, a hint of weariness in his tone:

"Actually, Daigo, before the big bird appeared in Chiba, some unusual phenomena had already started to appear in Tokyo, but since it didn't cause any large-scale damage, we always thought it was just a simple minor security incident."

"But now that the note has clearly foreshadowed Tokyo, we have no choice but to bring up those minor incidents again."

"A minor incident? What kind of incident?" Daigo asked, somewhat puzzled.

The old sheriff pushed open the door to the confidential room and placed a thick file on the table.

"I don't know when it started, but a group of very strange people appeared on the streets of Tokyo."

"A strange person?"

"Yes, those people are dressed very well, but they give off a strange feeling, like fake people. They can't do anything, and their movements are very uncoordinated."

The old police chief flipped through several blurry surveillance screenshots.

“At first it was just a few isolated cases, but by the end there were quite a few cases, and even many citizens called to complain and wrote letters of complaint.”

"But there have been no cases of Tokyo citizens mysteriously disappearing."

"Therefore, after the task force's investigation yesterday, we came to a very alarming conclusion."

Daigo's eyes were somewhat serious; upon hearing these words, he vaguely sensed something.

"What conclusion?"

"That means it seems that quite a few monsters and aliens have infiltrated the city of Tokyo."

Chapter 106 Duan Zilian Doesn't Want to Go Up Tokyo Tower