Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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【clang--!】

A piercing metallic clang rang out. Saeko Busujima's longsword clashed violently with the giant sword of a humanoid mechanical Honkai Beast, sparks flying everywhere. She felt an irresistible force surge through the blade, instantly splitting her hand and drawing blood. She was sent flying uncontrollably, tumbling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"Your exertion method has seventeen redundant movements. Your breathing rhythm is 0.3 seconds slower than the standard value."

The humanoid mechanical Honkai Beast did not pursue her, but simply rested its giant sword on the ground, its crimson electronic eyes locked on her. "Summary: Full of killing intent, but completely lacking in strategy."

"Shut up!"

Saeko Busujima roared and charged forward again. For the first time, her prized swordsmanship was being analyzed and negated with such cold, hard data. This insult hurt her more than any wound.

Kiba Yuto was in slightly better shape, transforming into a series of afterimages as his demonic sword continuously pierced the enemy from tricky angles.

But his opponent, the humanoid mechanical Honkai Beast wielding a sword and shield, could always anticipate his attacks half a step in advance and neutralize them with the simplest parrying motion.

"The energy loss from high-speed movement is disproportionate to your attack power. Your combat style is flashy but impractical."

Each emotionless comment was like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of these privileged young women.

The most tragic cases are still Nami, Kasumigaoka Utaha, Yotsuya Miko, and others.

In this round, the humanoid mechanical Honkai Beasts seemed to have lost interest in "playing around." Their attacks became more efficient and deadly.

The gem shield that Nami had just created was instantly pierced by a high-energy beam of light, and a fist-sized hole was also pierced through her abdomen.

Kasumigaoka Utaha attempted to use language to interfere with the other party's judgment, but was struck by a weapon with an ultra-high frequency sound wave that she could not understand at all, causing her to bleed from all seven orifices and faint.

This time, Yotsuya Miko mustered all her courage and fired at the enemy, only to be slapped away along with her gun, her bones cracking with a sickening sound.

Less than five minutes.

The battle is over.

All the young girls, whether demon noblewomen or human elites, lay on the ground. Some were severely injured and unconscious, while others were conscious and enduring excruciating pain from broken bones and pierced intestines.

The green light of the "Heart of Life" descended once more, healing their wounds. But the emotional trauma and humiliation continued to accumulate...

Rias struggled to her feet. She looked at her hands; the destructive magic was still surging, but she felt utterly powerless.

"Why...why did this happen..."

At that moment, all the humanoid mechanical Honkai Beasts ceased all movement. They sheathed their weapons, marched in perfect unison, and formed a square formation in front of the girls.

The weapon with Tom Cat's image printed on its shoulder armor moved to the front.

"The first phase of adaptive training has ended. Data collection is complete."

The cold, synthesized sounds echoed in the pure white space.

"Now, we enter the halftime break. Activate... [Special Incentive Program]."

"Incentive...program?" Nami asked, clutching her newly healed abdomen, puzzled.

The next second, a dynamic yet incredibly strange piece of music suddenly resounded throughout the entire space without warning.

Under the stunned, bewildered, and incredulous gazes of all the girls, the dozens of ferocious steel behemoths began to dance in unison.

They twist their heavy waists, making seductive caressing gestures; they wave their huge arms, making heart shapes; they raise their heavy metal thighs, making sexy kicks... Every movement forms a catastrophic contrast with their murderous appearance.

That was a dance from Zhou Ye's past life that had mentally polluted countless people—[Ji Ni is Too Beautiful].

The whole world went silent.

Rias gaped, her green pupils losing focus at the sight before her.

Cang Na's hand, which was holding her glasses, froze in mid-air. Her usually proud brain completely shut down, unable to process this utterly absurd information.

The murderous intent that was about to solidify on Himejima Akeno's face was forcibly suppressed, turning into a twisted expression mixed with shame, anger, and disgust.

“Ugh…” Yotsuya Miko was the first to not be able to hold it in and started gagging.

"Boss...you devil!!!"

Nami let out a desperate roar; this was worse than death for her.

Saeko Busujima gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. For the first time in her life, her face showed an expression of wanting to flee the battlefield.

humiliation.

An unprecedented humiliation.

This is no longer training; this is public execution. They are utterly crushed with the greatest force, and their dignity is trampled and rubbed underfoot repeatedly in the most absurd way.

As the dance ended, all the humanoid mechanical Honkai Beasts snapped to attention, reverting to their cold, aloof postures.

The lead Tom Cat weapon, its scarlet electronic eyes scanning the faces that had turned a deep liver color.

"Break over."

Its voice pulled the girls back from the brink of mental collapse.

"Ready to begin the third round."

Chapter 128 Blood and Pain 2

The third round. This word, like a death knell, tolls in the ears of every young girl.

The flames of humiliation and anger burned fiercely in their chests. This time, no one held back an inch.

However, no matter how they screamed, how they unleashed their power, or how they pushed their magic and skills to the limit, the result remained unchanged. Their attacks were nullified, their actions were anticipated, and their dignity was crushed time and again on the pure white ground.

Death, healing, then death again.

This loop repeated nine times.

When the green light of the tenth [Heart of Life] faded, everyone collapsed to the ground, unable to move even a finger. Their mental strings had snapped, their souls seemed to have been emptied, leaving only numb shells.

【Om—】

A slight feeling of weightlessness washed over them as the space shifted. The next second, they found themselves back in Zhou Ye's spacious and bright living room. Warm lighting, soft carpets, and a faint aroma of tea filled the air, creating a stark contrast to the pure white hell they had encountered earlier.

In the center of the living room, Zhou Ye was lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed. He held a glass of freshly squeezed juice in one hand and flipped through a book lying open on his lap with the other. In front of him, on the coffee table, were several other books with covers adorned with complex formulas and galaxy diagrams—[A Brief History of Space], [The Principles of Everything], [A Short History of the Universe], and [Space Physics].

He didn't even look up, just took a sip of juice and casually asked:

"Thank you for your hard work. It's your first day of training. Do you know where your weaknesses lie?"

These words acted like a fuse, instantly igniting everyone's anger.

It would be better if this weren't mentioned, because once it is, that "Ji Ni is too beautiful" dance, which was nothing short of mental pollution, brought about by the steel behemoth, starts playing uncontrollably on a loop in their minds.

"Boss!"

Nami was the first to spring up from the ground, her hands on her hips, her delicate 30-year-old face flushed red with anger.

"You've gone too far! Making those lumps of iron dance that...that kind of thing! Is that what you call dancing? It's torture for your eyes!"

"That's right! That's right!" Rias stood up as well, her long, crimson hair disheveled. She pointed at Zhou Ye, her voice trembling with shame and indignation, "The training is cruel and strict enough, but you actually used this method to kill him and destroy his spirit!"

Faced with the accusations from the group of girls, Zhou Ye finally put down his juice glass. He raised his head, his deep eyes calmly sweeping over each of them.

“The training is rigorous and brutal, but it’s for your own good.” His tone was as calm as if he were describing the weather. “When you have the chance to see my training one day, you’ll realize that what you’re going through today is nothing more than children playing house.”

This dismissive comment, instead of quelling the anger, only added fuel to the fire.

"Playing house?" Cang Na pushed up her glasses, her usually calm eyes now burning with anger behind the lenses. "Zhou Jun, each of us has experienced death no less than ten times! The pain of being torn apart and having bones crushed is not fake! This has nothing to do with the intensity of your personal training!"

“That’s right!” Himejima Akeno stepped forward, her gentle smile long gone, replaced by a cold question. “Especially Utaha and the others, they are just humans who have just come into contact with the mystical side. Your training methods will only destroy their will!”

Saeko Busujima didn't speak, but the veins on her hand gripping the hilt of the sword stood out. Even someone like her, who enjoyed fighting, couldn't condone that one-sided, undignified crushing and humiliation.

Zhou Ye stood up and slowly walked to them.

He didn't look at Nami and Rias, who were the most emotional, but instead focused his gaze on Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Shiyu, tell me, what was your biggest takeaway?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha was taken aback; she hadn't expected Zhou Ye to ask her alone. She bit her lower lip, a hint of resentment flashing in her wine-red eyes, but she still answered truthfully:

"My body's reactions... can't keep up with my thoughts. Many times, I've thought of a solution, but my body just can't perform the corresponding action."

Zhou Ye nodded, then turned to Yotsuya Miko.

"What about you?"

When Yotsuya Miko was looked at, her body trembled involuntarily, but she still mustered up her courage and said:

"I...I was so scared. As soon as I saw them rushing towards me, my mind went blank, and I just started firing randomly."

"very good."

Zhou Ye's assessment was devoid of any emotion. He surveyed the crowd, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"You think I made you go through all this just to make you stronger?"

He let out a soft chuckle, a laugh tinged with pity.

"Your bodies have been healed, but your pride is still bleeding. That dance was more unbearable for you than any attack, wasn't it?"

The living room was dead silent.

No one refuted him, because what he said was true.

"That dance...that's Kirkbor, the enemy you'll encounter in the future, an enemy even stronger than him." Zhou Ye's voice suddenly turned cold.

"They won't talk to you about chivalry, they won't give you a fair chance to fight. They will use every means to trample on your will, destroy your beliefs, and make you die spiritually before physically."

He walked up to Rias and looked directly into her wide, emerald-green eyes, which were wide with shock.

“Rias, your destructive magic potential is strong, but when your pride is crushed, you can’t even muster a decent counterattack. Your so-called noble dignity is worthless in the face of absolute humiliation.”

He then turned to Himejima Akeno.

“Zhunai, your lightning is incredibly powerful, but when the enemy neutralizes your attacks in ways you can’t understand, your first reaction is bewilderment, not finding new tactics. Your reliance on power makes you rigid.”

His gaze swept over everyone—Saeko Busujima, Sona, Nami… Everyone he saw instinctively avoided his gaze.

"Your bodies heal in seconds. But how long will it take for your fragile, vulnerable hearts? An hour? A day? Or a lifetime?"

Zhou Ye walked back to the coffee table and picked up the book "Space Physics".

"I showed you that dance so that you would remember this humiliation today. I wanted you to etch it into your bones and let it seep into your blood. I wanted you to understand that on the battlefield, so-called dignity is the cheapest thing. Only by surviving can you have the right to talk about anything else."

He turned the pages of the book and stopped looking at them.

“I study these things in an attempt to understand the rules by which this world works. You, on the other hand, are still trapped by your own emotions. That’s the real difference between us.”