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

It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky was already showing signs of darkening.

As Duan Lian, feeling a warm glow in her heart, prepared to hurry back to the coffee shop for intensive training—

"Duan! Duan Zilian! Please wait!"

A hurried yet somewhat naive voice sounded from behind. Duan Zilian turned around and saw Banqiao Mitsuo running towards her with a DSLR camera in his arms and a laptop tucked under his arm.

"I've finally found you!"

Mitsuo Itabashi took a deep breath, pushed up his glasses, and said with clear and sincere eyes, "Mr. Duan, I've been saying I wanted to interview you for a long time, but I kept putting it off until now because of various things."

"Now, Ultraman Tiga... although there's a lot of talk outside, I feel that as a survivor of the incident, you must have a more truthful perspective. Now, shouldn't you accept my interview?!"

Duan Zilian leaned wearily against the wall, listlessly looking him over: "What's there to interview? Ultraman Tiga is now synonymous with 'demon' online."

"No, I believe Ultraman Tiga is good! Absolutely!" Itabashi Mitsuo took a step forward, his tone fervent and resolute. "Duan-kun, I only need fifteen minutes of your time, even if it's just a casual chat. Please!"

Looking at his innocent appearance, Duan Zilian suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

Despite the ridicule and sarcasm from the outside world, this "hot-blooded fool" is still desperately protecting the Giant of Light, while he himself has stood him up for so long.

"Alright, fifteen minutes it is." Duan Zilian sighed.

"Great! Follow me, I know an empty classroom on the second floor, it's quiet there." Itabashi Mitsuo excitedly led the way, just like a child who had finally received candy.

An empty classroom on the second floor of the teaching building was deserted, with only a few stacked desks.

Mitsuo Itabashi appeared unusually excited, tapping his fingers incessantly on the table.

He was talking at length about his views on Ultraman Tiga while adjusting the camera settings.

The interview went surprisingly smoothly. Itabashi Mitsuo asked very detailed questions, from the magnitude of the tremor to his feelings when he saw the giant. Danzi Rei answered half-truthfully, trying his best to play the role of a "close-up witness".

"Thank you, Duan. These materials are very important to me."

Mitsuo Itabashi pushed up his glasses, his face full of fervor. He opened his laptop and pushed it in front of Duan Zilian, the screen lighting up slightly.

"As payment, I'd like to show you something. This is something I've been working on for Ultraman Tiga for the past few nights... um, a special presentation slide that I've named 'The Trajectory of Light'."

"I want to prove to those keyboard warriors just how many great things Tiga has done."

"Is it great... I don't really think so myself..." Duan Zilian said to herself awkwardly, feeling that the man in front of her, Hashizaki Mitsuo, was surprisingly enthusiastic.

Duan Zilian stared at the screen. As Banqiao Mitsuo pressed the play button, the first page of the PPT popped up. It was a candid shot of Ultraman Tiga's profile in the sunset, with exquisite composition, harmonious light and shadow, and the ruins of the city in the background.

"Look, this is..."

Just as he was about to begin explaining, Mitsuo Itabashi suddenly clutched his stomach, his face instantly contorting in pain.

"Oops... sorry, Duan, I think the expired rice ball from lunch gave me an upset stomach... I'm going to the restroom, you can check on things in the back for now! I'll be right back!"

After saying that, before Duan Zilian could react, Mitsuo Itabashi clutched his stomach and ran out of the classroom looking embarrassed, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.

The only sound in the classroom was the computer fan, while hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, growing ever more distant.

"Looks like they're in a real hurry..." Duan Zilian said with a speechless laugh.

"By the way, when was this photo taken...?"

Duan Zilian stared intently at the photo on the screen, her mind filled with doubt.

"It seems to be... the first time I transformed, the time I fought Magbaza." Looking at the message in the photo, he finally confirmed it.

"But where was this shot taken from? Why didn't I notice it at the time? From this angle, it looks about the same height as Ultraman Tiga. Was it taken by a drone?"

Duan Zilian sat alone in front of the screen, her fingers gently tapping the space bar as she flipped through the photos.

One, two...

Gradually, his fingers began to stiffen as he typed.

Why... do all these photos have such strange angles?

One photo was taken from very close range behind Red King, clearly showing the texture of the monster's back; another was taken from a high altitude, at an angle even higher than that of a news helicopter.

This perspective is impossible for a drone to capture, and it's even more impossible for him to be standing in such a position.

Duan Zilian's heart began to race, and a strange chill quickly crept from the soles of his feet to his brain. He clicked rapidly, going through all the previous photos.

The moment the last photo appeared, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his blood seemed to freeze in that instant.

The photo was taken in a dark alley in Yokohama, and in the picture, a boy's back is raised high with a spark prism.

That was a close-up of the last second before he transformed, and the Spark Prism in his hand was even emitting a violent white light.

"How could this be... How is this possible..."

Duan Zilian's hands began to tremble violently. He pressed the very end of the PowerPoint presentation, where there were no more pictures, only a line of bloody red text, starkly contrasting against the black background:

【Duan Jun, try switching accounts.】

Duan Zilian felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his head, causing his thoughts to freeze. He was like an uncontrollable puppet, his mouse trembling as he moved to the account management interface in the lower right corner of the desktop.

Two social media accounts were logged in there.

First account: [Mitsuo Itabashi, President of the Ultraman Tiga Fan Club]

The second account... [Kiri... Elrod?]

"!!!!!!!!!!"

These two completely opposing identities are now eerily juxtaposed, exuding a nauseatingly mocking aura.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A sharp laugh drifted in from under the door.

Duan Zilian suddenly turned around.

Mitsuo Itabashi, who should have been in the restroom, was now standing quietly in the shadows behind the door, the eerie light shining on his face, making him look unsettling.

His glasses had been removed at some point, and his honest face became distorted and eerie under Duan Zilian's gaze.

"Are you satisfied with the sacred interview process? Duan Zilian... oh no, Tiga... Ultraman."

He would cry like a baby one moment and burst into maniacal laughter the next.

"You rebellious ones who stand in the way of the great God..."

Mitsuo Itabashi walked in slowly, his steps no longer timid like that of a tech geek, but carrying a sense of superior judgment.

"Banqiao, you... you're that 'Kiri Elorod'??" Duan Zilian's voice trembled, and her palms were sweating.

“Kiri Elorod? No, no, no, Ultraman Tiga, you should call us…God.”

"Itabashi Mitsuo" cracked his neck, making a crisp sound. "Your gentle side helped us a lot in Yokohama. Watching you get cursed by those little bugs you were protecting, that feeling... wasn't it more wonderful than Red King's heavy punch?"

"You bastard!!!" Duan Zilian roared like a tyrannical dragon as he swung his fist and charged at his opponent.

However, before he could even throw a punch, an invisible pressure suddenly came crashing down like a tidal wave!

That was the spiritual will of the Kirieloids.

Duan Zilian was slammed against the back wall of the classroom by the force of the impact. The wounds on her body reopened due to the violent impact, and blood quickly soaked through her black school uniform.

"Ugh...woo!"

An invisible shackle bound his limbs, hanging him on the wall like a sacrifice.

"That punch you threw that day...it really hurt, Ultraman Tiga."

Mitsuo Itabashi's face was completely distorted, with half of his face covered by a bizarre black and white mask.

He leaned closer to Duan Zilian, his eyes filled with malice.

"The entire platform's public opinion, that child's death... you did it all?!" Duan Zilian glared at him fiercely. He never imagined that Banqiao Mitsuo was actually "Kiri Elorod".

This extreme contrast made him grit his teeth and his eyes widen in fury.

"Ah, that's the expression I wanted to see."

"That look on his face, betrayed by those around him, even wanting to kill me! Hahahahahahaha!!" Mitsuo Itabashi's voice trembled as he let out a provocative laugh.

Then, he calmed down, his eyes still filled with mockery.

"In the eyes of humans in this world, you are already a demon, and the great God will kill the demon and reap their last faith when the bells toll tonight."

He stretched out his cold fingers and gently traced Duan Zilian's pale cheek.

"Before the judgment arrives, you can sleep quietly here for a while. Don't think that your two predecessors can come to save you. Your light has been completely blocked here. Enjoy the memories... After all, you are the most important sacrifice in this grand finale."

Duan Zilian felt a violent wave of dizziness wash over him; the mental toxins of the Kirieloids were rapidly eroding his consciousness.

He stared intently at the hypocritical mask, trying to struggle, but felt his body growing lighter and lighter, his consciousness gradually sinking into the abyss.

"……asshole……"

His last glimpse was of Mitsuo Itabashi's face, which was alternating between crying and laughing, and the clouds on the horizon outside the window that had turned completely purplish-black.

He suddenly remembered the unusual expression and serious tone of Kai Akira when Mitsuo Itabashi first came to the coffee shop.

So, everything was traceable after all...

He was wrong, utterly wrong, because he trusted someone who seemed honest.

Duan Zilian's consciousness grew weaker and weaker until she finally collapsed unconscious against the wall.

The lights in the empty classroom flickered for a moment, then went out completely, leaving only the words "Kiri Elorod" on the laptop screen emitting a faint, cold glow.

Then, the laptop started moving, and the sound of the keyboard clicking echoed in the empty classroom.

At the peak of internet traffic, it released a message that left everyone breathless.

"Lost children, the devil's disguise has been torn away, but remnants remain."

"The great god Kyrielord will unleash true punishment, executing the demons lurking in the shadows."

"When the bells toll and the doors open, the world will be baptized, and only those who believe in the true God will be saved."

Chapter 38 Despair! Chiba has completely fallen!

The moment the message of the divine decree appeared on the online platform, it was like a spark falling into a pile of dry grass, instantly igniting a raging fire.

Countless reposts, likes, and insults proliferated wildly within just half an hour.

Kaguya Shinomiya's previously acquired PR firm mobilized tens of thousands of accounts for a "magical attack," but with little effect; the entire social media platform had practically devolved into a massive war.

"That's a life-saving light! Are you blind?!"

"That so-called angel killed a life that had already given up resisting!" "Don't let Kirieloid brainwash you!"

"Look! The demon is about to be judged!" "Tiga, Tiga is the demon!!"

"Angels will bring peace to mankind."

In war, the voice of reason is as weak and feeble as a candle in the wind, and countless duplicate accounts flood in.

Gradually, the idea that "Tiga is a demon" has become a distorted consensus.

……

The peaceful afternoon tea time in the coffee shop was broken by a few sudden exclamations.

In the corner, three customers were looking down at their phones, their coffee spilled on the floor from their earlier exclamations.

"Hey! Look at your phone! That announcement! Did you see it?!"

"Is Ultraman Tiga about to be judged by the angels...?"

"But I always felt that Ultraman Tiga was on our side!" "Don't talk nonsense!"

Hong Kai, who was squatting behind the bar slurping noodles, suddenly stood up and exchanged a horrified look with Hibino Mirai next to him.

The two of them rushed to the customers' phone screens almost instantly.

The moment he saw the contents, Hong Kai's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

“Kaisan…” Future spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Before Kai could answer, a silent spiritual force suddenly enveloped the entire Chiba like a tsunami, and Kai and Mirai immediately felt an extremely disgusting smell.

Meanwhile, a guest who was arguing with his companion suddenly felt dizzy.

Then, his eyes suddenly became vacant, and he whispered, "Angel..."

"Huh? What did you say?" Hong Kai looked at him instantly, before the other person could respond—