Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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His exclamation came to an abrupt halt. Because the data link had already become entangled with him.

"Your core is to change the form of the soul," Zhou Ye's voice was like that of a creator. "Ironically, this characteristic is very suitable for making soul stabilizers. Used to repair those humans who have been corrupted by curses and suffered mental breakdowns. You will become the guardian of what you most want to play with."

"No! I don't want it! My happiness! My freedom!" The real man's screams were even more heart-wrenching than Su Nuo's. He had spent his life toying with the souls of others, and now his own soul was to be used as a potion to save others—what an absurd punishment!

Louhu's "volcano" has been refined into a highly efficient geothermal energy core, which will be used to drive the ecological cycle system of the new city in the future. Huayu's "forest" has been reshaped into a "seed of the world tree," possessing the miraculous power to purify the soil and atmosphere and rapidly promote vegetation growth. Tuogen's "ocean" has been transformed into a "heart of the deep sea," capable of regulating hydrology and decomposing all pollutants in the ocean.

The four top-tier cursed spirits that once brought disaster to the world were unable to put up any decent resistance in the face of an absolute technological gap, and were thus "repurposed" into the cornerstones of the new world.

Zhou Ye gripped the katana transformed from Su Nuo and casually twirled it. A tiny, almost invisible black crack appeared in the air—the mark of space itself being cleaved open.

"A good tool," he commented.

……

Meanwhile, in the western part of the state, in an ancient shrine deep in the mountains, unknown to the public.

This is the place where the demons and cranes urgently summoned the monks.

Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuki appeared in front of the shrine's torii gate.

"Honestly, this business trip is so boring," Gojo Satoru mumbled, hands in his pockets, a lollipop dangling from his mouth. "I should have let Shoko take over the business trip. It's so boring!"

"Stop complaining, Wu." Xia Youjie, dressed in a smart black combat uniform, had completely shed the gloom of his past as the cult leader and regained the cheerful demeanor he had at the vocational high school. "This is our first team-building project since joining the company, so it's a bit of a sense of participation. Besides, don't you think it's fun? Like a treasure hunt."

"Interesting my foot! These places are all incredibly eerie." Gojo Satoru kicked a pebble away. "And the opponents are too weak. That 'Cursed Embryo Over Heaven' thing was so easy to destroy with just one finger. It wasn't even a warm-up."

The two bickered as they entered the shrine. Inside, the shrine had long been transformed into a massive sorcery workshop, the air thick with the nauseating stench of blood and the remnants of cursed power.

A figure dressed in a white kimono with long pink hair blocked their way.

Rimei. Sukuna's most loyal servant.

“Gojo Satoru… Natsuyu Jie…” Rimei’s eyes were cold, filled with deep-seated hatred. “You lackeys of the Directorate General, how dare you show your faces? Lord Sukuna will soon reign supreme, and your days are numbered.”

Gojo Satoru picked at his ear, looking bored. "Ah, that Ryomen Sukuna. He probably won't be coming. My boss said his work attitude was bad, so he fired him and turned his workstation into a knife. Want to take a look? It feels pretty good."

"You're talking nonsense!" Rime's emotions instantly spiraled out of control. "Lord Su Nuo is invincible! How dare you mortals slander him!"

"【Ice Condensation Spell: Frostnagi】!"

An extreme chill erupted from Rime, instantly covering the entire shrine ground with a thick layer of frost. Countless sharp ice spikes pierced towards the two from all directions.

"Hey, Wu, this one's mine." Xia Youjie stepped forward, a smile of eager anticipation on his face. "It's been a long time since I've really stretched my muscles."

He didn't even summon a spirit; he simply raised his right hand. A torrent of pure magical power erupted from his palm. It was no longer the filthy magical power mixed with countless negative emotions of the past, but rather an incomparably pure energy optimized by the Council's technology.

"boom!"

The heatwave and the cold current collided, causing the entire shrine hall to shake violently. The ice spikes from Ura 203 were instantly vaporized upon contact with Natsume's cursed power.

"How is this possible... your magical power..." Rime's face was filled with disbelief. Xia Youjie's magical power was far greater than the information he remembered.

"Times have changed, little sister." Xia Youjie's figure appeared behind Li Mei like a ghost, and with a chop to the back of her neck, he struck her precisely.

Before Rime could even react, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed limply to the ground.

"Done." Xia Youjie clapped his hands.

"Tch, boring." Gojo Satoru scoffed and began rummaging through the workshop.

As a result, the food was stale and the aroma was fading. The ...

"That's it? That's it?" Gojo Satoru held a piece of parchment, looking disgusted. "This guy's thousand years of hard work is not as valuable as the popular science PPT that Zhou Ye showed us. What a waste of time."

Xia Youjie picked up a silver cube provided by Zhou Ye. This was a "Spatial Beacon Purifier," capable of completely erasing all magical remnants and spatial coordinates within an area, preventing anyone from tracking back or returning here through spells.

He pressed the start button, and the cube emitted a soft white light. Wherever it passed, whether it was the aura of curses or the lingering scent of the sword, it seemed to dispel all traces of the surrounding air.

"Let's go, next one." Xia Youjie hoisted the unconscious Li Mei onto his shoulder like a sack of rice. "This one seems to be a die-hard fan of Su Nuo. Let's take her back to the boss and see if we can get her too."

"With some recycling, we might be able to make a refrigerator or something."

"Haha, great idea!" Gojo Satoru laughed. "The cooling effect will definitely be outstanding."

The two walked side by side out of the now unremarkable shrine, their shadows long in the setting sun. They were casually sweeping the remnants of the old era into the dustbin of history with an almost playful air. They both knew that the real spectacle was just beginning.

Chapter 365 My lord, please follow me, there is a traitor here who has betrayed you.

The aftershocks of the Shibuya Incident continue to reverberate across the global internet. A plethora of speculations, analyses, and conspiracy theories have emerged, portraying that earth-shattering battle as a prelude to an alien invasion, a divine intervention, or even the malfunction of a secret national weapon. Human society, in a restless state tinged with fear and excitement, awaits an answer.

The answer came faster than anyone expected.

It is 9:00 AM Eastern Time in North America, which is 10:00 PM Tokyo Time.

There was no prior notice.

All over the world, whether it's a giant billboard in Times Square or an old black-and-white television in an African tribe; whether it's a projection in front of world leaders holding an emergency meeting or a smartphone in the hand of an ordinary person... all screens are covered by the same image at the same moment.

The scene depicts a somewhat empty, futuristic-looking ship's bridge. Zhou Ye stands in the center of this bridge, dressed in simple casual clothes, his expression calm, as if he were not addressing seven billion people worldwide, but rather giving a routine internal company briefing.

"Everyone, don't panic." His voice, translated into all known languages ​​on Earth through some technology, resounded directly in everyone's minds. "My name is Zhou Ye, and I am a representative of the Celestial Council. I know you have many questions, and I will now give you the answers."

Behind him, a huge holographic screen lit up.

The first video is an aerial view of the city at night. Suddenly, a monstrous creature, as large as a truck, leaps out of the shadows and pounces on pedestrians on the roadside. It's a terrifying scene that most people can't even imagine in their lifetime.

“What you see is called a Cursed Spirit,” Zhou Ye’s voice rang out again. “It is an energy life form that is born from negative human emotions and feeds on humans. It has existed for thousands of years in places you do not know.”

The scene shifts to a battle between sorcerers and cursed spirits. Gojo Satoru's "Boundless Void," Fushiguro Megumi's "Chimera Dark Garden," Kugisaki Nobara's "Shūrei Curse"... those scenes that ordinary people regard as miracles or special effects are presented to the world in the clearest and most realistic way.

"Opposing them are sorcerers. A group of people with special powers who secretly protect the world. However, this system has a fatal flaw. The existence of sorcery power itself breeds sorcerous spirits. Guardians and destroyers come from the same source. This is a civilization model destined for self-destruction..."

Around the world, countless people gasped in shock. Myths and monsters were actually real. And they, living in a world where they could be devoured by monsters at any moment, were completely unaware of it.

"The incident that happened in Shibuya not long ago was the final result of this escalating conflict. The old system is no longer able to prevent the collapse of the world."

Zhou Ye paused here.

“So, here we are.”

The moment he finished speaking, the camera behind him suddenly zoomed out, piercing through the bridge's porthole and into the depths of space.

The next second, the whole world went silent.

In Earth's geosynchronous orbit, a fleet so vast it defies description slowly emerged from optical camouflage. Tens of thousands of starships, each with a unique design, all radiated a cold, metallic sheen representing absolute power. They formed a steel dome, casting their shadow over the entire planet.

That was the main force of the "Mechanical Empire United Fleet." It was Zhou Ye's invincible army that had conquered countless civilizations.

New York, Pentagon underground command center. A silver-haired general stared at the overwhelming fleet on the screen, his coffee cup slipping silently from his hand and shattering. He knew that all of humanity's nuclear weapons combined posed little threat to this fleet.

"We, the Celestial Council, will take over the management of this world from this moment on." Zhou Ye's voice rang in everyone's minds once again, calm yet unquestionable.

"This is not a conquest, but a repair and upgrade."

“We will completely eradicate all cursed spirits. We will provide advanced technology that can cure all diseases, eliminate all poverty, and provide an inexhaustible supply of energy. We will end all your wars and conflicts.”

"You will gain an unprecedented future of peace and prosperity. All you need to give up is the old power structure that has long been corrupt and dragged you into the abyss."

This is both a carrot and a stick. One is more tempting than ever before, the other is bigger than ever before.

“We are not asking for your consent. We are simply informing you of this established fact.”

"The Council will establish a unified global interim government. From now on, there will be twenty-four hours for the peaceful transfer of existing institutions in each country. Any attempt to organize resistance, incite chaos, or disrupt the transfer process will be considered a provocation against the new order."

"We will remove all obstacles that prevent the world from moving forward."

The live stream has ended. The image disappeared, and the screen returned to normal.

But the world can never be the same again.

At first there was deathly silence, then a deafening uproar.

The world leaders roared and argued in emergency communications, but ultimately fell into a desperate silence. Resist? With what could they resist? Ram their starships with fighter jets?

However, a peculiar trend of public opinion is quietly forming among the people and in every corner of the internet.

"Wait a minute... they mean... to eliminate those monsters? To cure all diseases? And to stop us from paying the mortgage?"

"Hey upstairs, is that the point? The point is that aliens are attacking our doorstep!"

"So what if they've come to our doorstep? Look at their fleet, do you think we can defeat them? Besides, they didn't say they were going to kill us all, they're here to help the poor!"

"I just checked, and my neighbor's little daughter who had cancer was just treated by a new medical volunteer in the community with a small glowing device, and the tumor disappeared! She's lively and energetic now! I don't care anymore, whoever can cure my daughter is my father!"

A forum called "Welcome New Ball Captain" was created within five minutes of the live stream ending, and within half an hour, the number of users exceeded 100 million.

The forum is full of all sorts of dark humor jokes.

A widely circulated meme shows a middle-aged man with a beer belly lying on a sofa, pointing at a fleet on TV, and saying to his wife, "Honey, the new landlord is here. He said he'll replace our water pipes for free and give us a year's worth of free property management fees."

Even worse, some people have started to spontaneously "report and expose" others.

A public information channel recently launched by the Sky Dome Council was overwhelmed by a deluge of data from all over the world within just a few hours.

"Report to the council! Our mayor is taking his sister-in-law and gold, preparing to flee through a secret passage in the west of the city! The coordinates are XXX.XXX!"

"Your Council! My boss is an arms dealer. He has an underground warehouse with enough weapons to equip a division, and he's inciting his security guards to cause trouble! Here are the warehouse's layout and password!"

"That senator who shouts on TV every day that humanity will never be enslaved, his basement is bigger than the White House! This is a photo I took at the risk of my life!"

Those so-called "interest groups," those politicians, oligarchs, and capitalists who tried to preserve their power, were sold out by their own people in an incredibly enthusiastic manner before the council's fleet even arrived.

They were horrified to discover that the so-called "human dignity and freedom" seemed so powerless and ridiculous in the face of "free healthcare, permanent energy, and a safe and stable life."

Most ordinary people made the most authentic choices through their actions.

Please come with me, sir. I know where those bastards are hiding.

Chapter 366 Old Plot: Megatron's Troubles

The 24-hour transition period was spent in a surreal calm and efficiency.

There was no resistance or war as expected. The Sky Council's shuttles landed in the central squares of major cities around the world, attracting worldwide attention. Those who stepped off were not soldiers with weapons, but engineers, doctors, and administrators in uniform.

The first thing they did was to keep their promise.

On the banks of the Ganges, the "Seed of the World Tree," transformed from the Flower Palace, was planted. Visibly, the river, polluted for millennia, became clear at an astonishing speed. On the banks, the barren land was revitalized, covered in lush grass.

In Tokyo, geothermal cores converted from leaking corrosive gases were connected to an underground energy network. The energy supply for the entire city, and indeed the entire Kanto region, instantly became abundant and stable, and electricity bills became a thing of the past.

In hospitals around the world, the council's medical staff, using the simplest portable devices, are healing patients who were once declared incurable. Tears of joy far outweigh screams of fear.