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

"Left side, no! Right side!" He made a mistake.

The sharp claws tore through the air, and Duan Zilian dodged suddenly, almost losing his life.

Duan Zilian gritted her teeth, exerted force with her right leg, and delivered a powerful low sweep kick to the back of the faceless man's knee.

Bang! The faceless man's body swayed slightly, as if he had kicked a steel plate, and Duan Zilian's heart sank.

His current reaction is not to fight, but to run! This is something that cannot be dealt with by fists and feet.

next second.

"You're giving Lu a piece of verse!!"

He let out a strange cry, turned around and ran away; the transition from fighting to running was instantaneous.

However, the monster was incredibly fast.

Duan Zilian felt a foul-smelling wind rushing towards her from behind.

His collar was suddenly yanked, and he was thrown out like a tattered sack.

"boom!"

Duan Zilian's back slammed heavily against the roadside wall, and her internal organs felt as if they had shifted.

"Cough...cough cough..." He curled up on the ground in pain, tears streaming down his face from the intense agony.

"I should have taken the tram. This damned frugality..."

At that moment, Duan Zilian suddenly thought of Yui Yuigahama with pink hair.

She can't be nearby, can she?

If we were nearby, both of our lives would have been lost here today.

The monster approached step by step, its footsteps echoing the groans of death.

The shadows under the streetlights were stretched into an extremely menacing shape.

Duan Zilian gritted her teeth and tried to get up, trembling, but her legs wouldn't obey her commands.

He could only grab a handful of sand from the ground and shout, "Don't come any closer... you bastard! Don't come any closer!"

"I've only been a transfer student for a week! I haven't even started to enjoy the daily life of a Japanese high school boy yet! Am I going to die in some kind of secluded alley?!"

Its sharp claws were raised high.

Duan Zilian closed her eyes and instinctively raised her hand to protect her head.

bump!!

The expected excruciating pain did not occur; instead, the silence was broken by the sound of a glass bead hitting the bottle wall.

A dull thud was heard, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Duan Zilian opened her eyes tremblingly.

The once arrogant monster was now lying on the ground, a large bump on its head, as if it had been hit hard by something.

An empty marble soda bottle was rolling down next to the monster.

"Why aren't you home so late, young man? What are you doing here?"

A lazy voice, tinged with disdain, came over.

Duan Zilian sat on the cold ground and struggled to lift her head.

A man is standing next to the fallen monster.

He was wearing a slightly worn leather jacket, a cowboy hat, his hands in his pockets, and what appeared to be a blade of grass in his mouth.

He was looking down at the monster on the ground, his eyes like he was looking at a bag of carelessly discarded trash.

Chapter 3 The Strange Man in the Brown Leather Jacket

Hong Kai glanced at the monster at his feet, and his heart slowly turned serious.

"So, the aliens have finally come after all..."

"Hey, kid over there."

The man didn't turn around, didn't even look at him directly, but simply tapped something on the ground with his chin.

"Although I don't know what this thing is, if you don't want to become its midnight snack, you'd better run now."

"Huh...Eh?" Duan Zilian's brain short-circuited for a moment.

Who is this guy? He just knocked this monster unconscious with a soda bottle?

The faceless man on the ground was clearly enraged. It let out a piercing roar and sprang up from the ground like a spring, its sharp claws aimed straight for the man's throat.

Duan Zilian instinctively shouted, "Watch out!"

The man didn't even take his hand out of his pocket; he simply turned slightly to the side and dodged the fatal blow.

The claws barely grazed his nose, without touching a single hair.

Immediately afterwards, the man raised his leg and casually kicked the faceless man in the stomach.

Thud! A deep, muffled sound.

The monster, which weighed at least 160 pounds, was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a garbage dump in the distance.

It twitched a few times, then became completely still.

Duan Zilian stared wide-eyed, her chin nearly hitting the ground.

That skill... is this a movie scene? Or is it that the average Japanese person is actually superhuman?

The man patted the dust off his trousers, as if he had done something insignificant.

He pulled down the brim of his hat and turned to leave.

"Wait...wait a minute!" Duan Zilian finally found her voice.

He leaned against the wall, stood up shakily, his legs still trembling uncontrollably.

He looked at the man before him and slowly began, "That thing... what exactly is it..."

The man stopped and turned his head.

The shadow of the streetlights obscured most of his face, revealing only his deep-set eyes and angular features.

"Don't ask, young man. The less you know, the longer you live." The man's tone was indifferent, revealing a sense of world-weariness that was impossible to refute.

He bent down to pick up the marble soda from the ground, held it in his hand and weighed it in his hand; the glass marbles inside made a crisp clinking sound.

"Also, next time something like this happens, remember to call for help. Not everyone will happen to be passing by buying soda." With that, the man waved his hand, and his figure quickly disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

Duan Zilian was left standing there, staring blankly at the mess and the unconscious monster.

Have I stepped into a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scenario?

A cold wind blew by, and Duan Zilian shivered. Only then did he realize that the back of his school uniform was soaked with cold sweat.

He stared in the direction the man had disappeared, the phrase repeating in his mind over and over again: "The less you know, the longer you live."

This is outrageous! He was just joking about it in the activity room this afternoon, and now he's standing right at the scene of the crime. It's not a question of whether he knew about it or not; he's personally stumbled upon it.

"What the hell is going on here...?"

That's it, my peaceful study abroad life has been ruined in the very first week.

……

Duan Zilian doesn't even remember how she got home.

His body seemed to be on autopilot, his mind was blank, and he only knew to walk mechanically, glancing back every now and then, until he stood downstairs at the apartment building, when he became a little more awake.

This is a high-end apartment building in the center of Chiba City. The neighborhood is very safe. His parents did spend a lot of money on rent so that he could live comfortably in Japan. However, the allowance for Duanzi Lian was... less than impressive.

"Beep—click".

As you swipe your card to enter the lobby, the motion-sensor lights illuminate one by one.

The chill that had been clinging to my back finally began to dissipate at this moment.

He rushed into the elevator, staring intently at the changing floor numbers.

Upon entering his home, he deftly locked the door, attached the security chain, and tightened the mechanical lock.

Only after he finished doing all this did he collapse, leaning against the door and sliding down to the entryway floor, completely exhausted.

"Huff...huff..." My heart was still pounding wildly in my chest.

The scene from just now flashed through my mind like a slideshow: a face without features, black claws, and the leather-clad man's seemingly magical kick.

"What is that...? Japan actually has something like this?" He sat in the entryway for a full five minutes until his legs went numb before he got up and went into the bathroom.

As he took off his school uniform shirt, he glanced at himself in the mirror and gasped.

"hiss……"

There was a large, shocking bruise on his back, a deep, dark purple.

That was from when I was thrown by the monster and slammed against the wall. The burning pain was excruciating as soon as I moved my arm.

If that man in the leather jacket had arrived a second later, he'd probably be in a body bag by now.

"Japan should just hurry up and collapse."

The hot water washed over his body, washing away the dirt and cold sweat. Duan Zilian's tense nerves relaxed a little, although the hot water on his back still caused him a lot of pain.

After taking a shower, he put on a loose T-shirt and rummaged through the refrigerator for a can of ice-cold beer.

Although I'm not an adult yet, I need some excitement to calm my nerves.

He applied the ice-cold beer to the bruises on his back as a cold compress, wincing in pain.

The apartment's living room is spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of Chiba's vibrant night scene, brightly lit and bustling with traffic.

Everything seemed so peaceful, so peaceful that he felt his narrow escape from death was like a hallucination.

"Who would believe something like that?" He slumped onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

A strong sense of loneliness welled up inside him. He wanted to go home. Japan was too dangerous. He wanted to buy a ticket and go home right now.

He took out his phone; the screen was blindingly bright. There were very few people in his contacts, except for his family and his recently added friend, Ms. Hiratsuka.

As for Yukinoshita and Hikigaya, they haven't reached the point where they're close enough to exchange contact information.

In the dead of night, in an unfamiliar place, the only "acquaintance" he could contact was the female teacher who had forced him to join the department.

He hesitated for a moment, then clicked on Hiratsuka Shizuka's profile picture, which was a selfie of her wearing sunglasses and standing next to a sports car.

After tapping and deleting on the screen, he finally posted a message trying to gain sympathy:

[Duanzi Lian]: Hiratsuka-sensei, are you asleep? I'm about to start writing my will. Are there any formatting requirements?

The message was marked as "read" almost instantly after it was sent.

Two seconds later, the vibration sounded.

[Jing Ke'ai (Note name)]: ?

[Jing Ke'ai]: If you try to kill yourself because you don't want to do your classical Chinese homework, I'll beat you half to death for using that as an excuse.

Seeing this violent reply, Duan Zilian actually felt much more at ease.

[Duan Zilian]: It wasn't homework. I really almost failed.

[Duan Zilian]: It's that thing you mentioned this afternoon, the suit-wearing weirdo from the East District. I ran into him (crying).

[Duan Zilian]: [Image]

He took a picture of the bruises on his back and sent it over. Although the lighting was dim, the purplish-red marks were still clearly visible.

There was silence on the other end for about half a minute.

[Jing Ke'ai]: ...What happened? Did you run into some delinquents? Or did you get into a fight with a biker gang?

[Jing Ke'ai]: Did you call the police?

[Duan Zilian]: I didn't call the police, I mean it. I ran into that weirdo in the suit. That thing... well, even if the police came, they'd probably be dead. Anyway, I ran fast. Teacher, is the public security in Japan really that bad? Is it too late for me to apply for withdrawal from school? I feel like my destiny clashes with this country.

[Jing Ke'ai]: Stay home and don't move around. I'm coming over now.