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

With a tremor of fingertips, a melodious and ethereal piece of music drifted out from the silver piano frame.

The melody was not exciting, and the rhythm was extremely slow.

It's like an evening breeze blowing across the wilderness, carrying a trace of inexplicable sadness, yet containing a sense of open-mindedness and freedom after seeing through the ways of the world.

This melody is a unique piece for solitary travelers.

Everyone relaxed and listened to the melody. Being able to gather together to listen to music on days when monsters roamed was probably a kind of happiness.

Kaguya Shinomiya hugged her knees and leaned quietly against the edge of the sofa.

Listening to this piece of music, the time she spent in the coffee shop reappeared before her eyes.

Back then, Duan Zilian rode her newly bought bicycle through the alleys, and Wei Lai handed her a warm cup of coffee. Hong Kai's humorous remarks were a warmth she had never experienced before.

Hayasaka Ai sat to the side, looking at her young mistress's relaxed and gentle profile, and couldn't help but begin to understand why someone like Kaguya would feel reluctant to leave such a simple place.

Even if it's just in a hotel, or even just in a run-down coffee shop.

But even someone like her wouldn't want to leave this feeling of home.

The melodious sound of a harmonica flowed gently under the Tokyo night sky.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a faint purple light appeared, but it was so brief that no one noticed it.

Chapter 142 Dark Determination

An hour later, the fiery clouds on the horizon gradually faded, and the neon lights of Tokyo streets reappeared.

"Duan-kun, thank you for your hard work today. I hope you have a great time in Tokyo. Please feel free to contact the Shinomiya family if you need anything."

Hayasaka Ai stood by the Maybach's door, resuming her maid-like posture and bowing slightly.

In the back seat, Kaguya Shinomiya didn't roll down the car window, but Duanzilian could still feel the gaze fixed on her.

"Be careful on your way back. Tokyo is not safe lately, so try not to go out at night."

Duan Zilian waved her hand.

Only after the black Maybach disappeared from sight did he let out a long breath and turn to walk back to the hotel lobby.

Just as he turned around—

【Om—】

The air in front of me suddenly distorted in a strange way.

In an instant, the scenery folded in a kaleidoscope of colors, and the surrounding landscape spun and reshaped like a shattered kaleidoscope.

"what's the situation?"

Duan Zilian's inner alarm bells rang loudly, her eyes scanning the surrounding chaos intently.

Gradually, in the center of those nauseating fragments, a blurry purple shadow slowly emerged.

The figure was so blurry it seemed to be swaying in the water, as if it were pieced together from countless evil thoughts.

"Tiga... Ultraman."

A mechanical sound, echoing with countless superimposed echoes, came from the shadows.

Duan Zilian's pupils contracted, and her eyes instantly turned as cold as knives.

He recognized that voice all too well! It was one of the overlapping dual audio signals emitted by the Wood-Pure Starman yesterday!

"The Apo people..."

Duan Zilian squeezed out these three words through gritted teeth.

Was this guy observing from the shadows the whole time?

【Since you're here, I'll just leave you here and not bother searching the whole city for you!】

As Duan Zilian thought to herself, a murderous intent began to rise within her.

Without saying a word, he flashed golden light in his left hand and tried to summon the Spark Prism.

However! The next second, he was shocked to find that the bracelet on his wrist was now tightly bound by a layer of distorted spatial matter.

This strange spatial force directly severed the light energy on his wrist.

The purple phantom emitted a piercing sound, as if mocking his incompetence.

The next second, the purple shadow gradually approached, and the eerie energy slowly gathered towards Duan Zilian.

"Huh?! Damn it, they really think I'm an easy target?!"

Duan Zilian cursed angrily, her eyes blazing with golden light, and her willpower surged wildly toward the bracelet.

As Duan Zilian's thoughts exploded, the distorted matter was actually torn open with a crack, and pure light shone out from within.

The Apo people clearly noticed this as well, and were shocked.

The next second, the purple phantom accelerated the opening of its giant net, attempting to completely devour Duan Zilian before he could break through the seal.

At this critical moment!

"Whoosh—!!!"

A purple crescent-shaped sword aura suddenly slashed through the air from a distance in this alternate dimension!

The sword energy instantly severed the strange energy extended by the Yapool, and forcefully cleaved a huge crack in this kaleidoscope-like space!

"Who?!"

The Yapool let out a painful cry of alarm, the purple phantom shook violently, and then vanished completely like a shattered screen.

Duan Zilian felt her feet stabilize, and the feeling of weightlessness vanished instantly.

The next moment, he found himself back in front of that familiar hotel.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the moonlight remained cold and clear, but Duan Zilian did not relax in the slightest.

He looked around abruptly, and in the shadow of a streetlamp less than ten meters away, he saw a figure standing quietly.

The person stood in the shadows, revealing only a pair of venomous blue eyes and a red crescent moon on their chest.

"You are……"

Duan Zilian swallowed hard; his intuition told him that the person in front of him must be the one who had just unleashed that sword strike.

The demon ignored him and simply slowly sheathed the Serpent Heart Sword in his hand.

"Tell Kai to come find me at Shinjuku Central Park in two days."

He paused, his blue eyes slightly turned to the side, glancing at Duan Zilian.

"Also, protect the people around you, rookie."

Before the words were finished, a night breeze blew by, and the figure vanished without a trace, leaving not even a trace of its presence.

"..."

Duan Zilian stood there, her brows furrowed, with no one else around to see her.

The sudden turn of events made his heart leap into his throat once again.

He didn't dare linger outside and quickly turned and walked towards the hotel lobby.

……

The atmosphere inside the suite was so peaceful that it made you want to sleep.

Hong Kai lay on the sofa, fondling the silver harmonica with obvious affection, his eyes filled with a tenderness he himself was unaware of.

On the other side, Hibino Mirai was hunched over her desk, writing in her diary stroke by stroke.

Today, May 14th, Thursday. It's very hot.

[Ms. Shinomiya treated us to a hotel and even prepared a lot of ingredients. Everyone praised my cooking skills, which made me very happy.]

[Duan Jun bought Kai Sang a harmonica and also gave me a lucky charm. He's a very kind person.]

Although the outside world is dangerous, as long as we're together, we'll definitely get through this...

Just as the future was drawing to a small close.

"Beep—click".

The suite's key card-operated door opened, and Hong Kai and Wei Lai both looked up at the doorway.

"You're back, young man."

"You're back, Mr. Duan. Did Miss Shinomiya and the others get on the train safely?"

However, the two of them immediately sensed that something was wrong as soon as they finished speaking.

Duan Zilian, standing in the entryway, looked rather grim, staring intently at the two people in the living room.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Hong Kai instantly stopped smiling, jumped up from the sofa, and Wei Lai also put down his pen and walked over with some concern.

Duan Zilian looked at the two people in front of her and slowly spoke:

“Kaisan, Mirai-san…do you know someone named…Juggler?”

"!!!"

Upon hearing this, Hong Kai's expression tightened instantly, and that familiar figure reappeared in his mind.

“Jakura…you…”

……

On the other side, under the cover of night, Jugglus Juggler had shed his demon form and was strolling gracefully down the brightly lit streets.

"Mr. Hebikura".

A cold, hard voice came from the communicator hidden in the cochlea.

"An email just arrived from above, questioning why you abandoned your New York district without a word and came to Tokyo on your own?"

Jugglus casually glanced at the neon lights along the roadside.

"Please tell them that I have some personal matters to attend to in Tokyo, that's all."

"No need to relay the message."

A deep voice suddenly came through the communicator.

"Hebikura, please explain your reasons for going to Tokyo without permission. Do you know that things are in complete chaos here in New York?"

Upon hearing this voice, Jugglus Juggler was taken aback at first, then a smile appeared on his lips.

"Mr. Messi."

"First of all, I am very grateful for your help and shelter during this time, but I am sorry, I do have some personal matters that I cannot shirk."

"After this is over, I will compensate your organization for its losses double."

"Hmph, I hope you can keep your word."

The man called Meis snorted coldly, "At the latest, one week. You must be back after one week. Since you're in Tokyo, why not go and hunt down a few space hunters while you're at it? Consider it a task completed."

I'll try my best.

Without a second thought, Jugglus cut off the communication.

Just then, he suddenly felt a vibration coming from inside his clothes.

He frowned, then sighed and pulled another dark red communicator from the inside pocket of his suit.

"Boss."

Jugglus's tone was flat.

"Jakula!"

An angry, synthesized mechanical voice instantly came from the other end of the communicator.

"I gave you the information about Tiga so you could observe him, not so you could become his bodyguard!"

"What were you trying to do? Why did you try to cut off [King's] spatial capture?!"

Hearing this barrage of insults, Jugglus Juggler seemed prepared. He showed no anger, instead responding with a mocking question: