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

"This feature..."

"There was some design redundancy, so we added it along the way." Chen Yi squatted down and checked the limbs and the observation station.

There are no major issues with coordination in terms of movement. After dinner, we'll try using cardboard boxes for an obstacle course test.

"..."

Although the hunting dogs look like toys, aren't they designed as civilian military mechanical dogs?

Kawasaki swallowed his complaints; they were the bosses, and he shouldn't interfere.

"It's almost time, let's go upstairs for dinner." After a while, Chen Yi remembered what he had come for and greeted Kawasaki Saki and Futaba Rio.

"Huh? I got a share too?" Kawasaki Saki pointed to herself.

"Yeah, or should we prepare separate meals for you? We don't have a dedicated cafeteria chef," Chen Yi asked, somewhat puzzled.

Saki Kawasaki originally wanted to say that she would be fine eating instant noodles.

"Go upstairs, I made soup today."

Clay pot tofu and fish bone soup was a type of soup that Chen Yi quite liked in his previous life.

You can add corn and carrots as seasonings, and the soup will have a beautiful milky white color. If the chef is skilled enough, you may not even be able to see any oil.

However, I couldn't find proper clay pots in the supermarkets here in Japan, so I had to wait for them to be imported from Tokyo University by air, which is why I hadn't been able to eat them before.

This, in turn, illustrates just how unusual Japan's eating habits are in East Asia, largely due to the limited variety of species available in an island nation.

Of course, for Chen Yi himself, Japanese cuisine is the place.

Putting everything else aside, the chicken here makes you frown after just one bite. They're all white-feathered broiler chickens with soft, mushy meat; the only way to cook them is by frying.

I miss the free-range chickens of my hometown...

"Is this portion... a bit too much...?"

Kawasaki looked at the large table of dishes and asked cautiously.

"Is it alright for five people to eat?" Chen Yi glanced at the menu, which included four dishes and a soup.

Five strong men would not be enough, but there is only one man here, so the amount is just right.

It's probably because Kawasaki doesn't eat much.

"Eat without worry, there's enough for you."

Chen Yi sat down and invited everyone to start eating.

"That seat is?" Kawasaki Saki looked at the empty seat opposite her, where chopsticks and rice were placed.

"That's Kroos, kind of like... a ghost." Futaba thought of a more tactful way of putting it, choosing not to tell the truth.

"A vengeful spirit!"

Saki Kawasaki was so frightened that she reacted.

"It's not a ghost. Kroka is a super AI. Where would vengeful spirits or evil spirits come from in modern society..." Chen Yi reassured her.

So it turns out Saki Kawasaki is afraid of ghosts. I've learned something new.

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P.S.: I already posted a chapter this morning, meow. I posted it in the wrong order yesterday, meow QwQ

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Second-year high school student: Chapter 192 Anomaly

Chapter 192

I woke up again in the middle of the night.

Chen Yi got up, stretched, and glanced at the two people sleeping soundly beside him.

What about Kroos?

Chen Yi got out of bed and looked around the bedroom.

Kroos was not seen.

"That's strange, am I dreaming...?"

He's become much more likely to drift into lucid dreams at night without realizing it, and most of these dreams are controlled by the Boiling One; he's gotten used to it.

After gently nudging Mai Sakurajima and Rio Futaba to make sure they wouldn't wake up, Chen Yi took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door.

The most urgent task now is to find a suitable weapon, anything will do.

Chen Yi pushed open the study door and tried to turn on the light, but to no avail.

So he had no choice but to grope around in the dark.

"Flashlight..."

The flashlight is also unusable.

Fortunately, for some reason, his left eye was still able to function normally in his dreams, which prevented him from being completely lost.

With his left eye clearly seeing the outline, Chen Yi touched a gun.

DSR-50?

Close-range sniper rifle shooting? Really?

Oh well, we'll just use whatever we have.

Chen Yi continued to rummage through the box, trying to find the matching bullets. At that moment, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind his head. Chen Yi subconsciously bent down and pressed down, then swung his leg and turned his head to send the butt of the gun out in a backhand thrust.

"Boom!"

The butt of the gun slammed into the face of the red-clad "himself," who staggered back a few steps.

The dagger isn't very long, but in close combat, it's not very effective for me to fight with this firewood stick...

Chen Yi pondered a solution, his hand moving over the DSR-50 until he found the optimal balance point for exerting force.

The red 'self' suddenly attacked, but Chen Yi, who was prepared, defended against it and then retaliated fiercely.

For a moment, things reached a stalemate.

“I am watching you…” Chen Yi, dressed in red, spoke slowly, his throat gurgling as if he had something in his mouth.

Its face is melting.

Chen Yi remained expressionless, searching for a flaw.

He had seen this scene at least a dozen times; he was so familiar with it that it didn't scare him at all.

The hand holding the knife began to melt and then turned into a pistol.

The pistol was fused together with the red, solidified waxy substance on the hand.

"Damn it!"

Chen Yi cursed and lunged at the other man before he could fire, trying to knock the gun away, but the man dodged it deftly and then shot him in the knee.

A piercing pain immediately surged up, and Chen Yi staggered, almost falling to the ground, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Every time Chen Yi was dragged into a dream by the Boiling Ones and accidentally got injured, he would briefly doubt that this was reality.

Using the butt of his rifle to support himself as he stood up, Chen Yi did not continue his attack, and the red 'self' also stopped firing.

The tense scene came to an eerie halt once again.

Now he was at a complete disadvantage. Chen Yi thought to himself that if he made any move, the Boiling Ones would fire instantly.

How can you counter an armed person when you don't have a gun?

Chen Yi racked his brains.

"Leader, I have entered the designated attack location and am ready to attack at any time."

Just then, a faint female voice suddenly rang in my ears.

"Inside the room, there is one hostage and one hostile unit. ROE is not required. Eliminate the threat. Understood."

The voice became even more solid, as if it were coming from outside the door.

Chen Yi, as if by telepathy, took the moment when his red self was about to fire, and lay down on the ground. What followed was the breaking down of the door and a burst of gunfire into the room.

The red version of myself was instantly riddled with holes, and then slowly dissipated.

"boom!"

The pistol fell to the ground and was accidentally fired.

Damn! It's Sig Sauer again!

Chen Yi clutched his wrist and glanced at the pistol lying not far away on the ground.

If that shot had hit him in the head, he would have woken up from his dream prematurely.

It's not that I haven't had the experience of being forced to wake up from a dream by talking to the Boiling Pointers, but that feeling is really unpleasant.

Because before he wakes up, he will experience a feeling similar to an out-of-body experience, a narrow and immobile space, and a chill that seeps into his bones.

Then, due to suffocation, one will escape the dream.

So every time Chen Yi realized he was in a dream, he didn't choose to give up, but instead chose to kill the Boiling One.

After all, it's not invincible.

But this time...

Chen Yi admitted that he was indeed somewhat surprised that the Boiling Ones could actually wield guns.

Could it be that something has changed in her condition?

Chen Yi used his good hand to support himself as he tried to stand up, but just as he was about to exert force, he realized that his knee had also been punched through.

Just then, a warm, slender hand pulled Chen Yi up from the ground and helped him up.

"Who are you?" Chen Yi looked at the mature woman beside him, thought for a moment, and swallowed back a name that was on the tip of his tongue.

The other person looked at him expectantly with their red eyes.

"Ahoge... Lorelei?" Chen Yi finally remembered when he saw the long, seemingly cute ahoge on his head.

"Commander still remembers me, I'm so touched~"

Lorelei's hands, which had been supporting him, tightened their grip, and Chen Yi felt something like cotton squeezing his arms.

This specification is terrible for the poor steel plate.

Chen Yi thought to himself.

Wait, this is a dream, so is Lorelei real?

Chen Yi thought for a moment and tried to break free, but he was held tightly in place.

"Lorelei, are you... a Boiler?"

Having run out of options, Chen Yi could only ask directly.

Even Kroos couldn't enter the dream world, and it was mostly filled with Boiling Ones, so it was hard for Chen Yi not to suspect that it was a trap within a trap.

“The commander suspects I’m that ugly, inhuman monster… I’m so sad…” Lorelei raised a hand, pretending to wipe away tears.

Chen Yi pondered, but couldn't understand, so he gave up thinking.

Are you real or fake?

“It’s the real deal, Commander~ If it weren’t for that red non-human monster always occupying the position that should have been mine…” Lorelei nuzzled affectionately, but Chen Yi unusually calmed down and caught the key words.

"Dream......"

There's a new clue: the Boiling Ones have taken Lorelei's place.

Two conclusions can be drawn from this: First, the Boiling One is a living being, not a person with a common mental illness. Second, Lorelei is a living being; the reason she hasn't appeared is that her dream function has been occupied.

However, both of these inferences are far-fetched and can only be considered hypotheses without cross-verification.

Will I ever see you again when I return to reality?

So Chen Yi chose a question that was somewhat indirect.