Chat Group Crossover: My System Simulates Infinite Anime Worlds — Chapter 8

Chapter 8: I Truly Wish to Dissect HerYou're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

【Over the next half a month.】

【Your life settled into a predictable yet productive rhythm: cultivation and studying alongside Mei. Some days you would attend classes together, other days you would simply vanish, much to the exasperation of your teachers.】

【The faculty had long since learned they were helpless against you. Such was the unspoken privilege afforded to true geniuses.】

【After school, you dedicated every ounce of your energy to training.】

【You continued to refine your unique Breathing Technique, honing it until you could absorb the ambient energy in the air with startling speed. Concurrently, you made slow but steady progress on a simplified version, one that could potentially be used by ordinary people.】

【Your physical strength grew with each passing day. A tangible power hummed beneath your skin, and you could feel your innate compatibility with the world’s energy deepening, becoming a natural extension of your own will.】

【As for your martial arts cultivation, the fragmented memories lingering in your mind suggested you had reached the apex of the Body Tempering Realm. Fueled by that special energy and a massive intake of nutritional supplements, you had successfully forged what the ancient texts called Golden Skin and Jade Bones in an astonishingly short time.】

【During this process, you also discovered a strange, complex mark that had appeared on your back. A similar, deeper pattern seemed to be woven into the very fabric of your being, and you could sense a special power contained within it.】

【It felt remarkably similar to the spell runes you had once studied.】

【A flicker of annoyance passed through you. It was a shame that the memories of those specific spell runes hadn’t been preserved. If they had, you could test the possibility of drawing powerful talismans in this world.】

【Still, you weren’t discouraged. After half a month of rigorous self-experimentation, you had a much clearer understanding of your innate abilities.】

【The first was undoubtedly ‘Heaven Rewards the Diligent’—an absolute law of reality for you. As long as you applied yourself, you would see results, no matter how absurd or impossible the task might seem.】

【Another ability seemed to be a deep aptitude for learning, accelerating any intellectual pursuit. As for the last one, you concluded it must be some form of inexhaustible financial supply.】

【In your fragmented recollections, you were certain that none of your previous simulations had begun with such a wondrous, advantageous start.】

“Nagumo, what are you thinking about?” A soft voice, gentle as a spring breeze, pulled you from your thoughts.

You turned to the beautiful girl sitting beside you in the library, a faint smile touching your lips. “Mei. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. Actually,” you added, your gaze direct, “I was thinking about you.”

【Hearing this, Mei’s fair, lovely face instantly bloomed with color, two perfect crimson clouds spreading across her cheeks. She quickly hid her face behind the book in her hands, her shoulders trembling slightly.】

【You continued to gaze at the girl before you, your expression one of pure, unadulterated admiration.】

【However, your stare was perhaps a little too intense, causing her to draw a completely different, and slightly flustered, conclusion.】

That night, you returned to your new home. You had long since moved out of the apartment where you first awoke.

Your new residence was a detached, two-story villa, complete with a spacious basement—a feature you had specifically sought out.

【The spacious basement was perfect for your research.】

You were down there now, holding a thick textbook on advanced computer hacking. As you read the final page, you gently closed the cover.

Instantly, the knowledge began to collide and merge within your mind. Concepts and theories broke apart and reassembled themselves, birthing entirely new insights and applications.

You marveled again at the sheer utility of your ‘Heaven Rewards the Diligent’ability. It was truly a gift from the gods.’If I’d had this in that other world,’you thought with a touch of grim irony,’the one with the rebellion… I certainly wouldn’t have been crushed to death by a falling fire meteor.’

After a slight sigh, you set the thought aside and turned to your computer.

Your fingers became a blur across the keyboard as you began your digital assault. You didn’t just hack into one network; you commandeered dozens, using them as springboards to leap across the global web. You ricocheted between servers, sometimes doubling back on your own path, weaving a trail so convoluted it would be impossible for anyone to trace. Your target: government databases.

You quickly found the information you were looking for—mentions of Honkai Beasts, Honkai Energy, and the terrifying entities known as Herrschers. The data, however, was frustratingly partial and lacked any real detail.

Within these records, you found a name: the Flame-Chasers. It was a special anti-Honkai organization established by a coalition of nations.

For some inexplicable reason, the moment you read the name, your brow twitched, and a subconscious urge to curse rose from deep within you.

After taking a moment to calm the strange irritation, you pressed on.

Using various compromised locations as relays, you pooled the immense computing power of several nations’ supercomputers into a single, focused lead.

Your new target was the internal database of the M Continent, the supposed headquarters of the Flame-Chasers. You were seeking more substantial information.

However, you were discovered almost immediately after your intrusion began. It seemed someone was actively blocking you—and from the feel of it, it was more than one person.

This was well within your expectations. The M Continent was the world’s leader in science and technology. With so many brilliant minds gathered in one place, a few sparks of genius were bound to fly.

The corners of your mouth curled into an intrigued smile as you settled in for a defensive battle against them.

The digital duel raged for some time.

Finally, you feigned a weakness, a subtle opening in your defenses, and laid a trap. Just as your opponents thought they had cornered you and were moving in for the kill…

…you bypassed their final firewall with contemptuous ease. Somewhere in a sterile white laboratory, a certain green-haired woman in a lab coat let out a cry of frustration and smashed the keyboard before her into pieces.

Someone else reacted with lightning speed, physically disconnecting the network and cutting all external power to the server.

But it was too late. Having already obtained the data you wanted, you slipped away as silently as you had come.

You left like a poet waving his sleeve, not taking a single cloud with him.

Your silent departure, however, left the intelligence agencies of various nations in a state of utter panic.

People have always feared that which they cannot control or comprehend. This is a fundamental human instinct, and it is an instinct magnified a thousandfold in those who hold power.

After all, the ability you had just demonstrated was far beyond what a mere genius could achieve. What kind of prodigy could hijack the supercomputers of dozens of nations to launch a coordinated attack?and support the real translator.Read at elysianreads.com This is a stolen translation. You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

Even the top scientists within the Flame-Chasers themselves had been powerless to stop you from stealing their most sensitive data.

As a direct result of your actions, the funding originally allocated to the Flame-Chasers’ primary research department was partially cut.

This, in turn, thoroughly infuriated a certain curvaceous, green-haired older woman, as the slashed funds were specifically from her budget.

Of course, that was a story for another time.

Right now, you were back in your basement, carefully reviewing the data you had plundered.

At the same time, you finally learned what the mark on your back was. Their research called it a Stigma, and it was a phenomenon that appeared on those known as Herrschers.

You saw that Honkai Beasts were categorized into various types. More, every time a Herrscher was born, an Emperor-class or even a Judgment-class Honkai Beast would inevitably emerge alongside it.

The files also referred to Herrschers as “Apostles of God,” which made you think the people who wrote these reports were out of their minds.

‘Apostles?’you scoffed internally.’These Herrschers are clearly just individuals who accepted an overwhelming amount of foreign energy and subsequently suffered a catastrophic form of Qi Deviation.’

However, amidst the flawed analysis, you did find one thing that piqued your interest.

It was a research proposal regarding the fusion of Honkai Beast genes with human genes.

Although it was only a rough draft, you could see the immense potential. While you didn’t know the exact composition of Honkai Beast genes, you correctly guessed they contained a special, incredibly violent will. If that violent will and the body’s natural rejection of foreign genetic material could be overcome…

…if those two monumental problems could truly be solved, one would likely begin a path you recognized as Genetic Ascension.

Still, in your expert opinion, the path of Genetic Ascension was fraught with peril.

When Honkai Beast genes invaded a human body, they would likely twist most subjects into half-human, half-beast monstrosities. Even the successful ones might manifest unique and grotesque Honkai Beast traits.

Your thoughts then returned to the Stigma on your own body. If it was what they claimed, then you, too, might be on the path to becoming a Herrscher.

You considered this a significant nuisance and turned your attention back to the data.

None of it detailed the precise mechanism of a Herrscher’s birth. It only stated that after a “Great Honkai” occurred in a certain location, a Herrscher would emerge from the devastation.

The two Herrschers born this time wielded the powers of Matter Reorganization and Spatial Manipulation. Post-mortem analysis had discovered a “Herrscher Core” inside their bodies, which researchers believed to be the source of their power.

You felt a wave of speechlessness wash over you. Reading this data was practically useless.

Even if a location suffered massive destruction, there should still be clues. It should be possible to detect the environmental changes that occurred at the moment of a Herrscher’s birth. Countless factors should have been taken into account.

Then, after a moment’s thought, you felt a sense of resigned understanding.

When such a colossal disaster occurs, the initial investigators probably wouldn’t dare to get too close. To save their own skins, who would risk their life to conduct a detailed investigation? They most likely took a few readings from a safe distance and brushed the rest off.

They didn’t bother to carefully investigate what had actually happened within the ruins.

also, those in power were far more concerned with how to cover up the event and maintain social stability than with finding the truth.

Thinking about this left you feeling utterly speechless. According to the data now in your hands…

…the First Great Honkai had affected half a city, and it had taken two small tactical nuclear weapons to finally destroy the target.

The Second Great Honkai had been even worse, affecting an entire city and its surrounding areas.

The scope of the disaster was expanding exponentially with each occurrence, and yet it seemed no one was taking it seriously.

You found this incredibly strange. According to the files, no tactical nuclear weapons were deployed during the Second Honkai.

Instead, the report stated that a single young girl had precisely and efficiently killed the target.

The girl’s name was Elysia.

This immediately captured your full attention. After all, all previous data on Honkai Beasts and Herrschers indicated that they were not threats that could be overcome with human strength alone.

Although some people were born with a high resistance to Honkai Energy, even they couldn’t remain in high-concentration areas for long without being eroded by it and contracting the fatal Honkai Sickness.

The fact that this girl named Elysia could kill a Herrscher in the epicenter of a Great Honkai, under the highest possible concentrations of Honkai Energy, suggested something was fundamentally wrong with the accepted model.

As you pulled up Elysia’s physical examination report on the screen, you felt a sudden urge to complain. Why on earth did a standard government health report include her bust-waist-hip measurements?

Observing the numbers with a purely artistic and anatomical eye, you had to admit her figure was excellent—curvaceous in all the right places. In fact, her proportions were even more impressive than your beautiful deskmate’s.

Then again, you mused, your beautiful deskmate was still developing. In a few more years, her figure would definitely surpass this girl’s, especially in terms of key measurements.

You narrowed your eyes, a deep sense of suspicion forming. The data in your hands felt… faked. Incomplete. Sanitized.

For some reason, this feeling connected deep within you, accompanied by a sudden, urgent desire. It was the dispassionate, fervent curiosity of a master craftsman who has just discovered an impossible artifact. You wanted to strip her naked, lay her on a table, and dissect her for research.

Then, just as quickly, your thoughts shifted.

There was only one such precious subject in the entire world. She couldn’t be dissected. That would be a waste.

After all, a living, breathing specimen was infinitely more valuable than a dead one.You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.