Chat Group Crossover: My System Simulates Infinite Anime Worlds — Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Recalling Many Past Events

[Flashes of memory, disjointed and sharp, pierce the fog of your amnesia. You see giant cosmic beasts, their forms vast and terrifying. You see strands of genetic code, twisting like serpents, used to synthesize a potent gene serum—Types I through III, a voice in your head supplies.]

[You also recall that the primary components for that serum were harvested from Honkai Beasts.]

[And then, a name: the Sea of Quanta Frontline. In these fragmented visions, the Flame-Chasers have already perished. The details are lost, but the sense of finality is absolute.]

[You remember a feeling of pride from that time. Things seemed to go well, and you were apparently the leader of this Sea of Quanta Frontline.]

[However, you also remember a convenient assistant… a ‘tool person,’ your mind offers, or was it a ‘tool machine?’]

[You can’t recall the name. It was something like… Pro… something? The rest is a frustrating blur.]

[You only remember those few syllables. But you do remember that it was incredibly efficient, capable of operating automatically. It was a born workhorse—no, better than a workhorse. It could run twenty-four hours a day for over a month without stopping.]

[At the same time, a flicker of absurdity crosses your mind. The Taixu Sword God technique you just conceived of… could it really be combined with the power of those giant cosmic monsters? The idea seems both insane and strangely plausible.]

[You don’t dwell on it. You are, after all, an amnesiac. Each time you reach this point, it feels like your account is refreshed. Your last death, you recall with a grim certainty, was quite tragic. As for how? The details are gone, but the feeling of a miserable end lingers.]

[also, the energy emanating from Bianca feels deeply familiar. You’ve encountered this power before, and more than once.]

[Following this realization, you begin learning something called Valkyrie psychological training from Bianca.]

[You find the material isn’t difficult at all. In fact, it feels like you’ve learned it before. A sense of incompleteness nags at you, as if this version has been heavily redacted or split apart.]

[After a short time practicing the techniques she taught you, your body has a powerful, instinctual reaction.]

[It’s as if what you learned in a past life has returned. Combined with your innate talent for adaptability, you swiftly acclimate to the quantum energy suffusing the environment.]

[You turn your gaze to the sea’s surface, your right hand forming a two-fingered sword gesture.]

[You mobilize this quantum energy—a term you just learned for the high-level energy you’ve been absorbing.]

[The moment you unleash the technique, the sky above darkens unnaturally. A colossal greatsword of deep, azure energy materializes from the heavens, its descent cleaving a gaping trench into the very surface of the quantum sea.]

[For a few heart-stopping seconds, the chasm holds. Then, with a deafening BOOM, the sea rushes to reclaim its territory, erupting in a titanic surge of water that crashes towards the shore.]

[Bianca is instantly drenched, sputtering like a drowned kitten. Her maid companion suffers the same fate, and to add insult to injury, a starfish has somehow found its way onto the top of her head, while a small crab scuttles across her cheek.]

[You, on the other hand, remain perfectly dry. A shimmering shield of energy had sprung into existence before you, deflecting the deluge. In that quiet moment, watching the chaos you’d wrought, your mind raced.]

[You feel that you must have some connection to Bianca’s world. Perhaps you’ve been there before, or to one of its parallel timelines. Your impression of the Honkai isn’t a singular event; it’s a mix woven from multiple encounters.]

[At your side, Bianca wipes the seawater from her face. Her eyes are wide with something far beyond mere surprise—it is pure, unadulterated awe. “Master!” she exclaims, her voice ringing with excitement. “I want to learn that!”]

[Looking at Bianca’s fervent expression, you find yourself wanting to ask what, exactly, the full version of that Valkyrie psychological training entails.]

[But seeing her unrestrained enthusiasm, you simply nod. “I’ll teach you.”]

[Upon hearing your agreement, Bianca’s carefully constructed composure shatters. She throws her hands in the air and jumps, a genuine, unrestrained leap of joy. The little adult was gone, replaced by an ecstatic young girl.]

[You feel a faint sense of approval. This is what a child should be like—sensible, but not robbed of her youth. Not one of those insufferable brats. Your gaze then falls upon her clothes, which are dripping with seawater.]

[With a casual wave of your hand, a pulse of energy radiates outwards. In an instant, the clothes on her body are completely dry.]

[The commotion you caused has also attracted the attention of others. The old man you’ve befriended quickly arrives on the scene.]

[From your usual resting spot, he looks over at the two strangers—one a blonde girl now bouncing with excitement, the other leaning motionlessly against a rock.]

[Just then, his eyes catch a large shape rising from the sea. He points a wrinkled finger towards the horizon and shouts, “Nagumo! Look quickly, there’s something over there!”]

[You follow his gesture and see a black submarine surfacing.]

[A means of transport has just appeared, you think. You can negotiate with them to give you all a ride out of here.]

[You push off the balls of your feet, and the surface of the sea holds firm. Then you are off, running at an impossible speed. Geysers of water erupt with each footfall, a trail of explosions marking your path. At that moment, everyone inside the submarine stares at their viewports as if they’ve just seen Superman.]

[Though they came from different eras, there were scientists among them. They knew exactly what kind of physics-defying velocity was required to run on water.]

[Back on the shore, Bianca’s eyes shone with a fervent light. This was a mentor far greater than any Schicksal instructor; none of them could perform such a miracle.]

[If she could master all of his skills, she would undoubtedly become the strongest Valkyrie. She never expected that a mission into the Sea of Quanta would lead to such a fortuitous encounter. She was overjoyed.]

[She made a silent vow: she would learn everything he had to teach, draining him of every last one of his skills.]

[A memory of her earlier conversation with you surfaces, and Bianca can’t help but chuckle to herself. “As for that… I’ll consider it later.”]

[In her excitement, Bianca has completely forgotten about the maid who accompanied her. After all, this maid was also on a mission, and Bianca knew her from before.]

[At this moment, the maid was experiencing an unspeakable bitterness. After all…]

[She was, quite literally, falling apart. Unless someone helped reassemble her, she was stuck. The most crucial point was that her mandible had come completely detached.]

[You have already arrived on the deck of the submarine. After a short while, the main hatch hisses open, and you see a few crew members looking at you with extreme vigilance.]

[Then, their person in charge appears—a woman with a magnificent mane of red hair.]

[The moment she emerges, she strikes a pose and launches into a passionate declaration.]

“You, from the 20th century… no, the 21st, perhaps? Or maybe another world entirely! Welcome aboard the Caledonia! I am the captain, ‘Barbarossa,’ and on behalf of my entire crew, I salute you!”

[You watch her exaggerated performance with your arms crossed, completely unfazed. “That’s not your real name, is it?” you state flatly. “You sound like you’re in the middle of a stage play.”]

[“Let me be clear. I don’t know what era I’m from, or what world. I have amnesia. You can just call me Nagumo.”]

[“And you? What’s your real name? It’s definitely not Barbarossa, right?”]

[The red-haired woman responded to your bluntness not with annoyance, but with a slow, deliberate clap. A smile played on her lips as she began her proper introduction.]

[“I am Mary Ann William Shakespeare, captain of the Caledonia, hailing from 16th-century England. And this Shakespeare is very pleased to make your acquaintance.”]