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ArabicChat Group Crossover: My System Simulates Infinite Anime Worlds — Chapter 1
Chapter 1: A Hero’s End, A Bizarre Beginning
[Personal Trait: The Joestar Family’s Lifelong Flash, Activated!]
[You blocked a fatal blow for your childhood friend. There was no sharp agony, only a deep numbness as you looked down at the gaping hole torn through your chest.]
[You could feel your life draining away like sand through an hourglass. The acrid smell of burnt flesh and ozone filled your nostrils—the lingering scent of the energy beam that had passed through you. Medium-well, you thought with a strange detachment.]
[You looked up at your childhood friend, her face a mask of stunned horror. With what felt like your last ounce of strength, you reached out and gently pinched her cheek.]
[Wiping away the tears that now streamed freely down her face, you comforted her in a voice barely above a whisper.]
[“Sorry… It looks like I won’t be able to walk with you anymore. But I kept my promise… I protected you. Now go. Hurry…”]
[You offered one final, reassuring smile.]
[And then, you began to fall backward. As much as you wanted to collapse into her arms, you knew it was better this way. You didn’t want to stain her with your blood. More, a clean fall might give her the precious seconds she needed to escape.]
[In the moment you fell, your world tilted. Your last sight was an unexpected flash of blue panties beneath a short skirt, framed by a pair of legs as pale and smooth as polished jade.]
[A flicker of regret sparked in your fading consciousness. You lamented your recent decision to act like a proper gentleman. If you had known this day was coming, you would have graduated from your innocent childhood friendship long ago.]
[The traits ‘Combat Endurance’and’Last Radiance’ flared to life, preserving the final embers of your life force.]
[Your childhood friend finally snapped out of her shock. She lunged forward, catching you and shaking your body desperately, her cries echoing in your ears.]
[“Wake up! Please, wake up!”]
[Hearing her words, you felt a wave of exasperation. A hole clean through the chest… you were as dead as one could be. What was she still doing here? I told you to leave, so leave, damn it!]
[At the same time, a strange sensation registered. Despite the catastrophic injury, you could still feel a faint connection to your limbs.]
[Using that last, impossible surge of strength, you shoved your childhood friend away, your voice a ragged shout. “Go!”]
[Your hands, moving on pure instinct, shot out and latched onto the pair of snowy, jade-like legs you had seen just moments before.]
[The silver-haired girl whose legs you now clung to stared down at you, her expression a complex mixture of reminiscence and utter bewilderment.]
[You couldn’t hear a thing anymore. The world had dissolved into a silent film. All you knew was the feeling of her legs in your grasp—they were quite soft, you noted, though perhaps not as soft as your childhood friend’s.]
[The ‘Combat Endurance’ trait was not a high-level one. After only a few seconds, your consciousness began to sink into a deep, dark abyss. Yet, even as the light faded, your hands maintained their grip.]
[Unfortunately, in your final, spasming moments, your hands slipped to a place they shouldn’t have, earning a brief, annoyed twitch from their owner.]
[You died.]
[Overall Evaluation: Originally, you could have lived a happy life with your childhood friend. However, fate had other plans. During her rebellious, chuunibyou phase, she secretly came into contact with the extraordinary powers of this world. She never told you. You fulfilled your promise to her, protecting her with your life, and in your final moments, you left an indelible mark upon her soul.]
[Final Evaluation: They say a simp ends up with nothing, but you weren’t a simp. You just had terrible luck.]
[Final Grade: D]
[Issuing rewards according to the grade.]
[Rewards Issuing: Host’s physique has been slightly increased. Item acquired: Blood-Stained Ring.]
[This simulation has ended. Please wait for the next simulation.]
[ദ്ദി˶•̀֊•́)✧ Please rate this system, Host! A five-star review would be greatly appreciated; your positive feedback is very important for this system’s performance review.]
In a spacious, neatly kept room, Nagumo’s eyes fluttered open. He lay on his bed, staring blankly at the familiar white ceiling.
That felt like a particularly long dream.
His gaze drifted to the translucent rating panel hovering in the air before him. Without hesitation, he reached out a phantom hand and tapped the five-star icon.
One worker shouldn’t make things difficult for another, after all.
Having been a member of the workforce in his past life, Nagumo understood the grind. As the rating screen faded, a small, blood-stained metal ring materialized in the air and clattered softly onto his blanket.
He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and walked over to his student desk. He pulled open the top drawer and carefully placed the new ring inside. It joined three other items already nestled within.
One was a thick, ancient-looking tome titled Compendium of Spells and Talismans. The second was a beautifully crafted dagger that seemed to drink the light. The third was the strangest of all: a miniature golden tree trunk, from which grew several fruits of pure white jade.
Looking at these strange treasures, faint memories flickered in Nagumo’s mind. Each was a trophy from a life lived and lost, the tangible results of his simulations. His eyes lingered on the blood-stained ring for a moment before he placed it solemnly with the others.
With a soft sigh, he gently closed the drawer.
A moment later, a pleasant warmth spread through his entire body, suffusing his muscles and bones with a gentle energy. When the current faded, Nagumo clenched his fists. A small, satisfied smile touched his lips as he felt the distinct increase in power thrumming beneath his skin.
He raised his right arm, examining the sleek, watch-like device strapped to his wrist: a Blood-Qi Monitor. He tapped its surface, activating the detection function.
A holographic display shimmered into existence, projecting the data into the air.
[Blood-Qi Value: 9999]
[Realm: One-Star Martial Artist]
His Blood-Qi value far, far exceeded the standard for his rank. For an ordinary One-Star Martial Artist, the upper limit for a supposed genius was a mere 199. An exceptional, once-in-a-generation talent might reach 399. His was 9999.
Nagumo felt that with this solid foundation, and perhaps just a little more effort, he could finally break through his current bottleneck and step into the world of a Two-Star Martial Artist. If everything went according to plan, he should be able to forge the legendary Golden Muscles and Jade Bones at that stage, further refining his physique and building an unmatched foundation for the future.
A gratified smile spread across his face.
If he continued to grow stronger like this, he might just obtain the meager power needed to protect himself and survive in this world, where danger could manifest at any moment.
As for so-called world domination? The thought had never even crossed his mind. He felt that a peaceful, quiet life was the greatest prize of all—even if this world was anything but peaceful.
His gaze fell back to the simulator system’s interface, where the number of available simulations was displayed: a big, fat zero.
He sighed, a hint of helplessness creeping in. Although he could purchase extra simulation attempts with energy-rich items, he didn’t have any on hand. This month’s resources had been exhausted long ago.
Nagumo turned and flopped back onto his soft bed, sinking into the mattress. Staring up at the ceiling once more, his thoughts began to wander.
He thought about how he had arrived in this world over a decade ago. Time really did fly.
His name in his previous life had also been Chen Pingan. He had been a perfectly ordinary, good-hearted young man living in Huaxia.
Perhaps the name, which meant “safe and sound,” carried a karma too heavy to bear.
One fateful day, while rounding a corner on a shared bicycle, he encountered the classic of the isekai genre: the runaway truck.
Except this was a runaway truck in the most literal, unbelievable sense.
The truck, in a screech of grinding metal and a flash of impossible light, transformed into the spitting image of Optimus Prime.
Seeing it happen, Nagumo had been utterly dumbfounded. The pedestrians nearby were equally frozen, their mouths agape, staring at the impossible sight. Could you even begin to imagine an Autobot suddenly materializing on a city street in front of you?
As for escaping? It was absolutely out of the question.
Because the Autobot bellowed a phrase that would be seared into his soul for eternity: “Magnetic Field Rotation: One Million Horsepower Truck Explosion Punch!”
Nagumo passed away without a trace of pain. In that single, cataclysmic instant, he was atomized into a fine red mist. His nerves didn’t even have time to register the impact.
When he next regained consciousness, he was experiencing one of the eight great sufferings of life: the agony of birth.
He remembered his infancy with a grimace. Because he was an unusually well-behaved baby, only crying when he needed to be fed or changed, he was often rewarded for his quiet nature with a firm smack on the bottom.
And so the days passed, one by one, as he slowly grew up.