In a crossover anime, do you believe that a machine spirit can defeat a fake human?

In a crossover anime, can believing that a machine spirit can defeat a fake human? Author: Shipborne Power Generation Princess

A crossover anime world, what a wonderful start.

Got it. Now all I need to do is be an ordinary plagiarist, and I can live happily ever after with the beautiful girl...

Snow Under the Snow, Mai-san, Kasumigaoka...

Haha, just kidding. There are more cute girls than pretty girls living all over the city.

There's a family of nine with a total of seventy-two legs, a super-energetic but inactive guy, and a tall, thin, malnourished, dark-skinned athletic student...

And a mysterious engineering student who transmigrated from another world with Schrödinger's golden finger.

As for why it's called Schrödinger...

At least he himself still doesn't understand whether the idea of ​​"getting better luck by putting your hands together in front of a machine" counts as a cheat code.

Now, let's turn the camera to Chen Yi, the king of stubborn immortality.

(This is a crossover anime/manga series, featuring everyday battles and world-building elements, including but not limited to: Oregairu, Saekano, Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai, etc.)

Newborn: Chapter One MAN!

My first time on a plane resulted in a plane crash, and I even time-traveled. It's hard to say whether it was good luck or bad luck.

After washing his face in the bathroom, Chen Yi was somewhat stunned as he looked at himself, who appeared significantly younger.

From the grand plans of life to the small things like what to eat and what hotel to stay in after getting off the plane, all these plans were abruptly cut off, leaving only confusion and helplessness in the face of the journey.

What should I do?

These thoughts lingered in my mind for a long time.

After standing there in a daze for a while, Chen Yi was finally awakened by the hunger that came over him.

Doing nothing is not an option.

Identification, money, and information about the world...

These are all things that urgently need to be confirmed.

Back in his bedroom, Chen Yi soon found his passport, admission certificate, and a considerable amount of Japanese yen tucked inside a cabinet near the bed.

Old Zhong, an international student, seems to be one of those who aren't short of money. A rough count shows he has over 100,000 yen in cash alone.

General Martial Arts Academy? Chen Yi raised an eyebrow, looking at the address on the admission permit.

He recognized the name; it was a fictional school from an anime that didn't exist in real life, so he had probably traveled into the world of the anime.

It's fine; it's not some dangerous other world.

Inspecting the studio apartment, besides some basic items in the bedroom, there was only a violin case next to the sofa in the living room, and a few identical pieces of clothing in the suitcase. All the toiletries in the bathroom were unopened, and the refrigerator was completely empty.

It was so clean that there wasn't a single trace of life in it.

Did the original owner find a house right after landing?

Thinking this, Chen Yi tidied up the things he had found and put them back in their original places, hung the clothes one by one into the closet, and picked up his phone from the bedside table to check the time.

March 17th, 5 PM.

Pulling down takes you directly to the desktop; there's not even a password for the lock screen.

There are no contacts on the phone, no messages in the notes, and no photos in the album.

This must be a new phone.

This identity and these assets are probably arranged by some unseen force, most likely to help him integrate into the new world.

Chen Yi couldn't understand why this was.

...Well, since we're here, let's make the best of it and get dinner sorted out first.

Now that things had come to this, Chen Yi decided to take a stroll around the nearby streets to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment.

......

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

It's still a bit chilly in mid-to-late March, and the rain at this time is very cold.

A strong wind, carrying tiny raindrops, pattered against the convenience store window.

Chen Yi sat inside, sneezing every now and then.

"What bad luck..." He hadn't been out long when he was caught in such a heavy rain, and he happened to be without an umbrella, so he had no choice but to find a place to take shelter from the rain nearby.

My clothes are a little wet, but it's not too uncomfortable yet, I'll just bear with it.

"Ah... Achoo!" Another sneeze.

The rain came without warning. Just a few minutes ago it was sunny, but now it's suddenly pouring down.

It seems there are no decent restaurants to be found. I'll just buy some instant noodles and wait for the rain to let up before going back.

This convenience store accepts mobile payments, which saved me the trouble of taking out cash. I paid in no time and sat back down by the window to wait for the rain to subside.

"Sir? You're out shopping so late?"

The convenience store was deserted, with only him and the clerk inside. As Chen Yi stared blankly at the street, such a greeting came from the cashier not far away.

"...Ah, we're out of ingredients at home, so I came out to buy some instant noodles to tide me over," Chen Yi replied casually.

"Sir, why don't you stay here tonight? It's not safe on the streets if it gets any later." The female clerk behind the cashier said this out of the blue.

"......?" Chen Yi paused, puzzled, and turned to look at the cashier.

A young girl, probably about the same age as him.

"Is the crime rate high on this street?" Chen Yi took out his phone and glanced at it.

It's not even six o'clock yet.

Surely Japan's public safety can't be as bad as America's? Chen Yi looked up at the shop assistant with a questioning gaze.

What kind of circumstances would lead to a curfew being imposed before sunset?

"Sir? You don't know what happened tonight?" The shop assistant's tone suddenly became tense, and he secretly reached under the counter with one hand, his voice trembling slightly.

No, why are you suddenly so nervous? Is this question some kind of taboo that can't be touched?

"Uh, I'm an international student from the University of Tokyo. I just got off the plane today. Could you tell me why?"

"International student?" The shop assistant hesitated for a moment, his guard noticeably lowering.

"Is there any document that can prove it? Like a passport?" She gestured, then, remembering that there seemed to be no communication barrier, she put her hand down.

"Uh, yes." Chen Yi returned to the cashier, took the passport out from the lining, and handed it to her.

He took the passport, glanced at it casually, and handed it back to him, his face tense with a forced smile.

"Sorry, I was a little too nervous," the other person said apologetically.

After glancing a few times towards the entrance to make sure no other customers were coming in, the clerk came out from behind the counter, grabbed his sleeve, and led him toward the back of the convenience store.

"Sir, you may not know this... but this has only recently appeared. A very strange criminal gang has emerged in our area..."

He closed the door, rummaged through the warehouse and pulled out a new set of employee uniforms, handing them to Chen Yi while explaining the situation in detail.

Perhaps worried that there might be customers outside, the shop assistant seemed somewhat uneasy when he was explaining things to him.

In short, this criminal gang appears to be some kind of crab-leg group, whose common tactic is to create a large number of fake identities to assist in their crimes. Moreover, the group is extremely large, and the local police are unable to handle it, requiring the formation of a special task force to solve the problem.

Chen Yi said he understood.

"Change your clothes first, so you don't catch a cold... By the way, my name is Aoyama Nanami, nice to meet you." With that, she closed the door, leaving Chen Yi alone inside to change.

Aoyama Nanami? That name sounds familiar. Is she a character from some anime? Chen Yi wondered.

......

After changing into his dry employee uniform, Chen Yi pushed open the door and was about to thank Aoyama Nanami when he saw a dark gun barrel pointed at him.

"......?" The hand that was holding the doorknob was released and slowly raised to be level with the other hand.

What is this?! Chen Yi broke out in a cold sweat, this was the first time in his two lifetimes that someone had pointed a gun at him.

"Th-that...what does this mean?" He forced a stiff laugh, spread his hands to indicate that he was unarmed, and stared at the pistol that Aoyama Nanami had raised.

The grooved one is a P320!

"Um, could you put the gun down first? This thing is easy to accidentally discharge." Chen Yi tried his best to remain calm and spoke to Aoyama Nanami in a slow and clear tone, afraid of agitating her.

"You, you're not human, are you?" Aoyama Nanami said, trembling, without moving the gun away.

"Humans, how could they not know... about what happened tonight?"

New Student: Chapter Two - Are There Guests?

Cold sweat trickled down my cheeks.

Chen Yi considers himself quite calm and able to maintain a relatively rational state in most situations to deal with various unexpected situations.

As it turns out, those so-called "emergency situations" were nothing more than child's play.

At least when someone points a gun at him at close range, he is completely unable to use his usual intelligence.

My raised hands were tired and I couldn't muster any strength.

After Aoyama Nanami finished speaking, the air in the store froze, and no one made a sound.

"Can you listen to me for a moment?" Chen Yi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

The fact that the other party didn't fire decisively suggests they had some reservations... Was this their first time handling this type of incident? Or was the gun merely intended as a deterrent?

...In any case, he should still have a chance to survive...probably.

"Hmm, let's assume for now whether I'm human or not."

“From the moment I entered the store until you pulled out your gun, it seems I had plenty of opportunities to approach and attack you, right?”

"But I didn't."

"Doesn't that prove that I'm not the inhuman monster you're talking about?"

This is sophistry, Chen Yi thought to himself.

There's no other way; now we can only try to see if we can fool them.

“But you can’t explain why you don’t know those common-sense things…” The other party was not convinced.

"..." Chen Yi was at a loss. As a transmigrator, the lack of information was his biggest weakness.

"Moreover, what you presented was a passport, not a valid pass signed by customs..." Aoyama was silent for a while before stating the biggest point of contention, as if he had made up his mind.

"So, you are definitely not human."

"Wait!" Seeing that she was really about to pull the trigger, Chen Yi was terrified and hurriedly stopped her.

"Bang!" Aoyama Nanami was startled by Chen Yi's sudden movement and lost his grip on the gun, causing it to discharge and hit the ceiling.

"I won't bother you, I'm leaving!" Taking advantage of the moment when the other person was stunned, Chen Yi strode to the door, slammed it shut, and rushed into the rain. His adrenaline surged, and he ran for his life.

The rain was still heavy, but right now, all I could think about was getting home.

Rain blurred his vision and poured into his throat as Chen Yi gasped for breath.

It was cold, and fatigue crept over me. I was still some distance from home.

There was a tall figure carrying a large umbrella walking slowly down the road. Chen Yi paid special attention and kept as much distance as possible when he ran over.

"..."

"Tap, tap, tap, tap..." Amidst the pattering rain, only the sound of his footsteps on the ground could be heard.

Good, the other party didn't follow.

Chen Yi thought to himself, "I'll be home soon."

......

Fortunately, he still remembered the way. He dragged his tired body back home, locked the door, threw his completely soaked employee uniform on the ground, and leaned against the shoe cabinet in the entryway, panting heavily.