Anime Crossover: My Cheat Code is Myself

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Her voice was trembling with tears. This girl, who always presented herself as proud and arrogant in front of Xia Yan and was unwilling to admit defeat, revealed her vulnerable side without any restraint.

"I'm sorry for making you worry..." Xia Yan gently pulled them into his arms.

"From this moment on, we will live together forever, and nothing can separate us!"

"Hmph, who cares!" After a brief moment of tenderness, Shinobu Kocho abruptly pushed Natsuhiko away. "The Demon Slayer Corps has been attacked by an unknown army; we don't have time to dawdle here!"

"Now that you've recovered, hurry up and go provide support!"

"Ah, it's no big deal, leave it all to me..."

Before the words were even finished, the figures of several people with a speed of 660 had already appeared on the battlefield.

At this moment, Xia Yan is no longer a brute who can only swing blades and slash. With the Blood Demon Art, he can do everything that Xia Yan can do!

A pair of large, almost exaggeratedly dark wings stretched out behind him.

His overwhelming presence drew everyone's attention to him, making him seem like a god among men.

Immortal, ageless, and possessing the power of Blood Demon Arts!

"After all, I am already invincible..."

The battle ended the moment Xia Yan arrived.

The Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen have been replaced by an overwhelming number of pitch-black monsters. These monsters are invulnerable to blades and spears, possess immense strength, can fly and burrow underground, and have all sorts of terrifying abilities.

Flames, thunder, hurricanes, ice, surging waters, shattered earth, rushing wooden figures that crush people, and beams of light with all sorts of wondrous effects.

As for Xia Yan, who was floating in the sky, he was like a god. With just a glance, he could turn people into dust.

Within minutes, those soldiers wielding modern firearms were reduced to a pile of minced meat.

Only the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen remained, looking around in confusion, their wounds healing without them even realizing it.

The pillars surrounded Xia Yan, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

“Xia Yan…you…”

"Ah, as you can see, I am now a demon, and an ultimate being that surpasses Muzan!"

Looking at the complex expression on Himejima Gyomei's face, Xia Yan spoke frankly.

"By the way, I've already overcome the effects of sunlight, so the Nichirin Blade has no effect on me!"

"Who was going to swing a knife at you! You bastard, you're still as infuriating as ever!" Shinazugawa Sanemi said in a furious tone.

“That’s right, Xia Yan! I believe in you! Even if you become a demon, you will still walk the path of justice!” Rengoku Kyojuro said loudly.

Since Xia Yan had already healed his injuries from the mountain, he was back to being full of energy.

“That’s right, Mr. Xia Yan will never become an evil person like Muzan!” Tanjiro said with a gentle smile.

For him, Xia Yan brought happiness to his whole family.

Although he didn't change how he addressed Xia Yan, he had long since come to respect Xia Yan as his father.

"Hehe, do you trust me that much?" Looking at the trusting looks in everyone's eyes, Xia Yan nodded in satisfaction, then revealed a wicked smile.

"You've been trusting them a little too early!"

The next second, several sharp whips shot out from Xia Yan's back and, to the astonishment of the Pillars, pierced their bodies.

Since they had no suspicion of Xia Yan, none of them reacted in time.

As the blood of the Ghost King was injected, their eyes turned blood red, their blood vessels bulged, and their markings involuntarily appeared.

The pattern continued to expand and its colors changed, turning into ghostly markings that remained on their bodies, and ghostly horns grew on their heads.

“Now, you’re all ghosts too.” Looking at his masterpiece, Xia Yan nodded in satisfaction. “Mine, the Twelve Ghost Moons.”

"Tch, you're such a busybody!"

Although he became Xia Yan's subordinate, Shinazugawa Sanemi still retorted without any politeness.

However, he also understood Xia Yan's intention in doing so.

After all, they were well aware that people who activated their markings wouldn't live past twenty-five, and becoming a demon was the simplest solution.

Himejima Gyomei blinked. "Is this what it feels like to see things with your eyes...?"

"Hmm, this sounds pretty good! And it doesn't seem to have any desire to eat people!"

Kyojuro Rengoku quickly accepted the result and was now enthusiastically waving his fist.

A whooshing sound filled the air.

"Ah, after all, I am a perfect ultimate life form, how could I retain such a low-level weakness?"

Xia Yan waved his hand dismissively. In fact, he didn't care what he ate, but being able to eat only one thing like Muzan was obviously a significant flaw.

"Next, to prevent those idiots from causing more trouble for themselves, let's set a small goal: rule this country first! It's not in my nature to ignore people coming to my door!"

"You guys will probably come to help me too, right?"

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't want to, but if I do it myself, my methods might be a bit rough..."

Xia Yan blinked, and said with a slightly wicked tone, "You don't want to see this country stained with blood, do you?"

Under the rising sun, a group of sneaky-looking swordsmen exchanged glances, and finally nodded helplessly.

……

The world of Bone King.

2138 AD.

A young man named Suzuki Satoru was reclining in a chair that looked quite advanced, perfectly ergonomic, and probably more expensive than anything else in the room.

This is the only thing of value in this small room.

After all, for him, everything in the material world was merely for survival, not for living.

His true life lies within the heavy helmet he wears now; his physical body is merely a tool to reach it.

Although soon, the so-called "real life" will also come to an end.

Chapter 1: The Wage Slave's Complaint Conference (Overlord World)

YGGDRASIL

Yggdrasil, also known as the World Tree.

In 2126 AD, a particularly eye-catching virtual reality game was launched after thorough preparation and meticulous development by an island nation manufacturer.

Drawing inspiration from the nine worlds of Norse mythology, the game features a vast world, numerous professions, and the ability to freely change character appearances.

Once it was released, it became an unstoppable hit, even sparking a fashion trend.

—But that was a long time ago.

……

The Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.

The ninth level.

Round table conference room.

In the center of the room stood a huge round table gleaming with obsidian, surrounded by forty-two luxuriously decorated chairs.

Each one alone evokes the thought, "This must be the throne of a decadent and extravagant king."

However, almost all of these seats are now empty.

The chairs that used to be packed with people now only have two people sitting on them.

Two non-humanoid monsters whose appearance alone exudes evil.

"...Sorry, Momonga-san. I've kept you listening to my rant. Because in the real world, it's really not easy to complain. (bitter smile)"

"Don't worry about it, Heiluo Heiluo. It's me who invited you online even though I know everyone is busy. It's only right to listen to your complaints, no matter how many they are. I'll listen patiently."

One of the entities in the conversation is a viscous black mass.

Its body, like melting asphalt, kept writhing, never remaining the same for a moment.

Their race is called "Ancient Black Slime," and they are the race with the strongest acid-corroding ability in the entire game, making them the pride of the slime race.

The one responding was the skeleton, the most classic undead design in the game.

Judging from its appearance, it should be a boss character among the skeleton soldiers.

He wore a black academic robe with purple and gold trim, which looked quite luxurious. The collar also had matching decorations to complement the luxurious embellishments.

The hollow eye sockets gleamed with a crimson-black light, and a black light, like some kind of halo, emanated from the back of the head.

Just by looking at it, one can associate it with names like the Archmage of the Dead or the Skeleton Mage.

And their race is indeed the Archmage of the Dead, and the highest-ranking rulers of the dead.

These two types of monsters occasionally appear in the most difficult dungeons, but the two in front of us are not monsters from the game.

Instead, it was the players who chose the monster race.

After all, it's common knowledge that if a game offers too much freedom, even the players themselves might not know what they're capable of doing.

Becoming a monster is now considered normal.

However, although they all appear to be domineering or evil monsters, their voices are anything but domineering. Instead, they sound gloomy, more like those of a corporate slave suffering under the weight of life.

Due to technological limitations, although the game can have a certain degree of five senses, the characters cannot make corresponding facial expressions.

Therefore, players usually use character emoticons or emotional icons, commonly known as emojis, to express their emotions.

"Ah, thank you so much, Momonga-san."

Perhaps because she had released some of the pressure, Hei Luo's tone was more energetic than before.

"It's really a happy thing to be able to meet long-lost friends after logging in."

"Speaking of which, I remember Nidhoggsan seemed to log into the game every day, and I could even see him online. But he doesn't seem to be online. Could it be that he's already logged off?"

The thought of that figure who was always online whenever he logged in, and whom the other members of the guild jokingly said had bought a house in the game, was something I never saw on the last day before the server shut down.

Hei Luo's tone couldn't help but reveal a hint of curiosity.