Chat Group Crossover: My System Simulates Infinite Anime Worlds — Chapter 105

Chapter 105: What Are You Still Worried About?

After a long voyage across the open sea, the submarine plunged into a highly unscientific, ultra-high-speed ocean current that propelled them toward their destination at an impossible velocity.

The vessel surfaced with a hiss of displaced water, and the crew emerged onto the deck, blinking in the strange light. Before them stood a sight that defied easy explanation: colossal white pillars, ancient and monolithic, stretched as far as the eye could see along the coastline. A shimmering blue curtain of light pulsed between them, a barrier of pure energy. Nagumo’s senses immediately picked up the complex flow within it—a chaotic, yet stable, intertwining of countless different energy types.

Bianca gasped, her hands gripping the railing as she stared at the spectacle. “What on earth is that energy wall?!” she shouted, her voice filled with pure shock.

Looking at the flustered girl, Nagumo reached out and casually patted her on the head. “It’s just a wall made of energy. What’s there to be so surprised about?”

Bianca planted her hands on her hips, turning to glare at him. “It’s my first time seeing something like this, so of course I’m surprised! That thing surrounds the entire coastline!”

A small smirk played on Nagumo’s lips. He looked at this endearing, ridiculous girl, then gently took her head in his hands and turned her face back towards the barrier. “There. Now you’re not surprised anymore. This is your second time seeing it.”

His deadpan delivery left everyone else on the submarine momentarily speechless. A few exchanged awkward glances, a proof of the strange logic they were slowly growing accustomed to. They had come to accept that truly powerful individuals often came with their own peculiar quirks, and their journey with Nagumo had been a continuous, and often bewildering, education.

“To be precise,” a dramatic voice cut through the silence, “it surrounds the entire European continent.”

Shakespeare leaped onto the deck as if it were a stage, striking a theatrical pose. With grand gestures, she began to explain the origins of the energy wall. She then produced a family heirloom—a longsword of ancient design—and launched into a dramatic monologue about its storied past, practically acting out a one-woman play. Finally, with a flourish, she presented what she called the “best sword in the village” to Bianca.

Nagumo eyed the weapon. To his senses, it felt less like a simple sword and more like a piece of high-tech weaponry that was missing several key operating components. His mind, however, was already back on the energy wall.

To him, destroying it would be trivial. A slight, precise interference with its operating mechanism would be enough to shut the whole thing down. If he were to increase the intensity just a fraction more, it would trigger a catastrophic chain reaction, setting off a ring of explosions that would neatly encircle the entire European continent.

He calmly explained his theory.

The reaction was immediate and unanimous. Everyone rushed to stop him, horrified that he could so casually suggest such a thing, even if it was just about an energy wall.

Bianca found his line of thinking utterly terrifying. What kind of normal person had thoughts like that? What if the explosions had a massive blast radius? What if the collapsing pillars crushed innocent people?

Nagumo, however, felt his logic was sound. He pursued only one thing: efficiency.

Finally, after a long, tense silence, they asked if he had any other way to get them through the barrier.

After a moment of careful consideration, Nagumo conceded that while other methods did exist, he still preferred his original proposal. “Blow it up,” he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

A collective sigh went through the group. They had no idea what was happening on the other side, or what dangers the energy barrier might be holding back. What if shutting it down caused some unforeseen, terrible disaster?

Nagumo’s gaze fell back to the sword in Bianca’s hand. “This sword,” he observed, “should be considered a high-tech weapon. It’s missing several operating modules, which I suspect are supposed to be mounted on it, like the ruby on the hilt.”

At this, Shakespeare launched into another supplementary explanation, her voice booming as if she were performing an opera.

Nagumo found himself quietly noting that no matter which version of Shakespeare he encountered across the dimensions, they all seemed to share a deep-seated love for theatrical presentation. He had to keep reminding himself that this wasn’t the Shakespeare he knew. He had to endure it. He couldn’t just hit her.

Bianca gripped the hilt, closing her eyes. As she focused, she began to sense the faint call of six missing gems, their locations scattered across the land. She could feel the immense potential slumbering within the blade, a power that felt in no way inferior to a Divine Key.

The thought reminded her of the great super-cannon Schicksal had built. She had once asked the Lord Bishop what he was so worried about that he needed such a weapon. He had simply looked off at the distant sky and said, “You don’t need to know these things.”

Shaking off the memory, Bianca felt the dormant power of the sword and looked at Shakespeare with wide, urgent eyes. “Where did you get this?”

Shakespeare placed her hands on her hips, let out two sharp laughs, and spat out a single word: “Found it!”

The declaration was met with stunned silence. To just find a weapon of this caliber… she was impressive in her own way.

Shakespeare then recounted the experience. Simply put, she had been caught in an earthquake. Amidst the chaos, the sword had simply rolled out of a pile of rubble and landed directly in front of her. So, she picked it up.

Nagumo stared at Shakespeare with a newfound sense of surprise. The woman was a true “Luck-sack.” If she ever played a gacha game, a whole legion of unlucky souls would probably want to stab her out of sheer envy.

Just then, a cry from the lookout drew everyone’s attention. A lone figure was drifting in the water far in the distance, clinging to a piece of debris.

Without a word, Nagumo moved. His feet blurred, and he was suddenly running, sprinting directly across the surface of the sea. He reached the emaciated man in seconds, hoisted him up with one hand, and ran back to the submarine’s deck. As an afterthought, he also dragged the wreckage of the man’s broken-down airplane along with him.

The bearded man could only stare, his expression one of complete and utter shock. He had never seen someone run at high speed on water. And this person had dragged him and the plane wreckage back? Who was this man? He was no different from the legendary hero, Superman.

Nagumo paid the man’s awe no mind, simply handing him over to Shakespeare’s care. Then, he turned to Bianca. “Time for training.”

Bianca’s petite frame shot forward like a cannonball. With a sharp cry, she threw a punch, concentrating all her formidable power into a single point on her small fist.

Nagumo reached out and caught it effortlessly. He didn’t absorb the blow; instead, he expertly dispersed the force out to the sides, away from the deck. A direct block would have probably dismantled the submarine they were standing on.

Bianca’s assault didn’t stop. A flurry of attacks followed, each one caught and neutralized by Nagumo with steady precision. He would often counterattack with the exact same amount of force, a perfect mirror to her own. In terms of pure energy condensation, however, Bianca was still a notch above him.

Time passed quickly as they sparred, and the sun began its slow descent toward the western horizon. Twilight painted the sky in shades of orange and purple.

With a final, decisive movement, Nagumo sent Bianca flying into the air with a clean uppercut. She sailed in a graceful arc before landing in the water with a tremendous splash. A moment later, she floated limply to the surface.

No one on the ship was surprised by this sight anymore. They were all quite used to the daily spectacle of Bianca being thoroughly pummeled.

Nagumo calmly fished her out of the water and performed a quick check of her condition. Her body was bruised and her energy spent. She indeed couldn’t train anymore for the day. He placed a hand on her, and a gentle, healing power flowed into her.

In no time, Bianca’s eyes fluttered open. With a single, fluid motion, she performed a kip-up, landing on her feet. She pointed a small, tender white hand at Nagumo and shouted, her voice full of fire, “Just you wait! I will definitely defeat you!”

Nagumo simply patted her little golden head. “Yes, yes. I know. Alright, it’s getting late. We should eat.”

With that, the two of them headed back inside the submarine.

When Nagumo ducked into the galley, he found that Rita was already there, quietly beginning preparations for the evening meal. All the ingredients were washed, chopped, and neatly arranged, awaiting only his arrival to begin cooking.