Chat Group Crossover: My System Simulates Infinite Anime Worlds — Chapter 100

Chapter 100: A Castaway’s Masterpiece

Upon learning the woman’s name was Shakespeare, you found your gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. The name instantly conjured an image of a wild-haired male playwright, a stark contrast to the composed, elegant woman standing before you.

You were then introduced to the other key members of the submarine’s crew. James Jimmy Watt was the engineer who handled repairs, a man whose hands looked as capable as his mind. There was also the boatswain, Cera Cida Hera, and the first mate, a silent figure whose face was hidden behind a peculiar, helmet-like mask, known only as the Iron-Masked Man.

As you met them, a subtle, yet distinct, hum of quantum energy connected against your senses. It emanated from their very beings. It was a strange sensation; in your perception, it felt as though their bodies were not merely using the energy but had become one with it—a complete fusion of flesh and quantum phenomena.

‘The world is truly vast and full of wonders,’ you thought. Their state could serve as a point of reference, a different path of evolution, but it wasn’t one you could wholly follow. After all, you were still in the process of adapting to quantum energy yourself. Your entire body was shifting, transforming—or more accurately, evolving—to accommodate its immense power.

You exchanged a few more words with Shakespeare. She inquired if you intended to bring everyone from the island. The number was small, she noted, just over a dozen people.

Upon hearing this, she readily agreed. “Taking a few more is no issue for us,” she confirmed with a nod. “We can even send a small boat to help you gather your belongings.”

“That won’t be necessary,” you replied. “We don’t have much to bring—just some food and supplies.”

With that brief exchange, an agreement was reached. You turned, and without another word, leaped from the submarine’s deck onto the surface of the sea. Then you began to run.

The group on the submarine watched your retreating figure, their professional composure momentarily broken. One of the masked agents beside Shakespeare was at a loss for words, simply marveling at the sheer strangeness of the world. They could all sense it: you were sprinting across the ocean’s surface, your feet kicking up spray with each impossibly solid step. It was a feat achieved not through any discernible power, but through sheer, monstrous physical prowess.

also, they could feel the nascent quantum power stirring within your body, a vortex that seemed to be actively absorbing ambient energy. It was fueling a physical evolution completely alien to their own quantum-fused forms.

You arrived back on the shore in moments. Bianca was waiting, her eyes wide with an admiration she couldn’t hide. You reached out and casually ruffled her hair.

She immediately swatted your hand away. “Don’t just touch my head like that!” she protested, her cheeks flushing slightly. “It’ll stunt my growth!”

You let out a soft chuckle at her familiar complaint, then turned to the old man, your friend despite the chasm of age between you. “Alright,” you said, your tone calm and reassuring. “I’ve spoken with them. They can take us off this island. Go and inform the others inside.”

A brilliant smile bloomed across the old man’s weathered face, chasing away the lines of worry. To be honest, he had long felt that staying on this island was a slow death sentence. The thought of being left here alone was even more unbearable. He gave a grateful nod, then turned and hurried back into the makeshift shelter to share the good news.

Just as you were about to start packing your own things, Bianca grabbed your hand, her expression turning serious. She pointed a thumb over her shoulder toward the maid, who was leaning against a large rock with a starfish still perched comically on her head. “Can we… help Rita first?”

You glanced over at Rita. She was slumped against the stone, the very picture of despondency. In the satisfaction of finding a way off the island for your apprentice, you had almost forgotten about the other person in your charge.

You strode forward. With a single, precise kick to the sole of her foot, you sent a sharp, jarring impact up her leg.

A series of sickeningly loud cracks echoed in the quiet air as every dislocated joint in her body snapped back into perfect alignment.

Rita experimentally shook her wrist, then slowly pushed herself to her feet. She cast a single, deeply resentful look at Bianca.

Bianca had the grace to look guilty, scratching the back of her head and avoiding Rita’s gaze. In her excitement, she had completely forgotten about her loyal maid’s plight.

Rita let out a long, helpless sigh. Having investigated Bianca thoroughly before, she was, by now, quite accustomed to her mistress’s occasional thoughtlessness.

You returned to your dwelling and began to pack. There wasn’t much, but one item was non-negotiable: your small wooden boat. It was a masterpiece, a culmination of all the advanced knowledge in your head combined with practical wilderness survival skills.

Into a large backpack sewn from animal hide, you packed dried meat, salted fish, and a small pouch of dehydrated vegetables. More, you packed the sea salt you had painstakingly sun-dried, a jar of honey discovered deep in the island’s forest, and several containers of fresh drinking water.

With the heavy pack on your back, you walked to the shore and boarded the small boat, its hull carefully engraved with runes and complex formations.

“Bianca, Rita, old man,” you called out. “Get in.”

The others from the shelter were still packing their meager belongings, while some of the submarine’s crew had come ashore to collect fresh water.

Soon, you were all on the submarine’s deck. You approached the woman with the full, purple hair and distinctive accessories—the boatswain, Cera Cida Hera. Pointing back at the small wooden vessel you had paddled over in, you made your request.

“Could you load my boat as well? It’s my finest work from my time on this island.”

Though she looked somewhat puzzled by the sentimental request, she gave the order, and the crew began hoisting the small boat aboard.

The moment it was on deck, the young man named Watt was instantly captivated. His eyes locked onto the complex runes carved into the wood. He traced the interlocking pathways with his gaze, finding them incredibly mysterious, almost like something out of a legend—true magic runes.

You saw his curious expression but said nothing.

Beside you, Bianca stared at the little wooden boat. “What’s so great about it?”

You patted her head again, this time more gently. “I told you, I made this by combining the knowledge in my mind. At this stage, it’s my best work. Calling it my masterpiece is accurate.”

You paused, seeing the confusion still on her face. “Explaining it is a bit troublesome. Once we’re settled, I’ll explain it to you properly. This is also something you’ll need to learn in the future.”

Your gaze shifted slightly. “But I’ll only be teaching you. How far you can go with it will depend on yourself.” You then glanced at the maid standing silently behind her. “By the way, the maid beside you can learn as well. Teaching one is teaching; teaching two is the same.”

Rita immediately offered a perfect bow. Though she was unsure what she would be learning, she instinctively felt it would be something of great value. “Thank you very much, Lord Nagumo.”

Bianca, however, planted her hands on her hips, her chin jutting out defiantly. “Who do you think you’re looking down on? If you teach me, I’ll definitely learn it!”

You just chuckled without replying. ‘She’ll learn it, yes,’you thought.’But to what extent she can truly use it… that’s another matter entirely.’

It was then that James Jimmy Watt, who had been poring over your boat, finally spoke up. “Excuse me,” he asked, his voice filled with an engineer’s hopeful curiosity. “May I learn as well?”

You laughed, a rare, open sound. “No problem. If you want to learn, I’ll teach you. Think of it as me leaving a legacy for myself.” Your expression grew distant for a moment. “After all, I could end up anywhere. And the next time… these memories might not be in my mind.”

Hearing this, Bianca looked at you with a strange, piercing gaze. “What do you mean by that?” she asked, her voice laced with a sudden, sharp curiosity.

You simply shook your head, a faint, cryptic smile on your lips. “It’s complicated. And it’s not something you can understand right now.”