Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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Zhou Ye's calm words, to him, were more lethal than Lü Ci's "Soul-Enlightening Technique." This was no longer a question, but a verdict. It declared that the seemingly unbreakable alliance of the Ten Elders was nothing but a joke in his eyes.

"Sir...this...this is the Lu family's arbitrary decision! It has absolutely nothing to do with the World Society or any other family!" Feng Zhenghao's voice was hoarse, and he almost instinctively distanced himself from the matter.

He finally understood why his father had said that the world of supernatural beings was far more treacherous and colder than the business world. Because the people there would use a logic completely incomprehensible to make the most insane and foolish decisions.

For example, Lü Ci.

Zhou Ye smiled noncommittally, didn't look at him again, but stood up, straightened his casual clothes, as if preparing to leave.

This action brought a sense of immense relief to both Feng Zhenghao and Feng Shayan. They just wanted this plague to leave as soon as possible.

Just as Zhou Ye was about to pass them by, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and said something to Feng Shayan, who was standing frozen in place.

"Your spatial abilities are too rudimentary. If you are prepared, I can teach you more and stronger ones. I can be your guide regarding space."

"Please note the price you will pay in exchange for the power of space."

After saying that, he didn't linger. He pushed open the glass door of the fast food restaurant and walked into the bustling night outside, which had returned to normal. His figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The sand swallow stood there, repeatedly chewing on those incoherent words, a hint of confusion flashing in its eyes, which then shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

She was born with spatial abilities, which prevented her from practicing the Feng family's Spirit Binding and Commanding skills. However, if she had a mentor like Zhou Ye, she could make a substantial improvement in her spatial manipulation abilities.

But what's the cost?

The tragedy that has befallen the Lü family is still fresh in my mind; I must know what price I will have to pay to gain power.

Feng Zhenghao watched his daughter deep in thought, his heart filled with mixed emotions. A casual remark from her might have grasped the essence of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques more effectively than generations of hard work by the Feng family.

What kind of being is this?

He didn't have time to think, because his phone started vibrating frantically. Looking at the caller ID, it was an emergency summons from the Ten Elders' meeting.

……

In less than half an hour, the holographic projections of the Ten Elders lit up one by one again in that familiar, top-secret conference room.

This time, however, the atmosphere was even more deathly still than before, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Lu Ci's projection appeared first. His image was somewhat unstable, his face was ashen, and the mental trauma made him look more than ten years older than before.

As soon as he logged on, he turned his attention to Feng Zhenghao, letting out a beast-like roar:

"Feng Zhenghao! You little rascal, how dare you betray the company! It was you! You sold the company's secrets to that monster! You traitor!"

Faced with this indiscriminate accusation, Feng Zhenghao's expression remained unusually calm, even showing a hint of pity.

"Lu Ci, you old bastard, stop with your mad dog-like tactic. I only made the most rational choice at the time for the survival of the family."

He paused, his voice turning cold.

"And as it turns out, my choice was right. Your mad dog didn't even deserve to raise its eyelids. And you paid the price for it."

"You!" Lu Ci trembled, speechless, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal. Because what Feng Zhenghao said was a bloody truth.

At this moment, Wang Ai's slow, leisurely voice rang out, carrying undisguised mockery:

"Hey, Lao Lü, do you believe me now? I told you long ago, you can't force things like this. Physically, they can't hit you. Mentally, well, you've just humiliated yourself. They just sat in the fast food restaurant drinking Coke the whole time, didn't move an inch, and still crippled your Lü family's most elite assassin, and even made you vomit three liters of blood. How are you supposed to fight them? With your head?"

Although Wang Ai's words were harsh, they expressed what everyone was thinking.

What is the Lü family's "Soul-Enlightening Technique"? It is one of the most bizarre and unpredictable methods in the world of supernatural beings, and it is the foundation of the Lü family's domineering power, which even the company fears.

Back then, the Wang family traded a portion of the incomplete "Spirit Binding and General Command" technique with the Lü family for the "Double Perfect Hand." These two cunning old foxes made a deal, and despite the incompleteness of their skills, they explored and combined them with practical tactics, bringing Lü Ci considerable profits.

But even this most secret and forbidden technique became a joke in front of that man.

Lu Jin's expression was also extremely solemn. He said in a deep voice, "This person's abilities have completely exceeded our comprehension. This means that all spells targeting the mind, soul, and memory are not only ineffective against him, but will even bring about a devastating backlash. This... this is simply the nemesis of all soul-related spells."

His words plunged the conference room into a deathly silence.

Everyone, including the furious Lü Ci, felt a chill run down their spines...

Which of the ten elders present didn't have one or two underhanded tricks up their sleeves? But most of these tricks were inextricably linked to the spirit and soul. Zhou Ye's display of "absolute restraint" rendered most of their deterrent power useless.

Just then, the sorcerer Chen Jinkui, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, his voice dry and hoarse: "Gentlemen, things... may be worse than we thought."

He raised his hand, and a rune flashed, projecting the latest intelligence report into the center of the conference room.

That was a casualty report.

"Within ten minutes of Senior Lü Ci's failed attack, we received a series of reports. Thirteen children aged five to ten from the Lü family's collateral branches scattered throughout the country and even overseas have simultaneously developed symptoms of acute heart failure and are currently being treated. Another twenty-seven young family members have suddenly become lethargic, and no cause can be found in the examination."

Chen Jinkui's gaze swept over Lü Ci, whose face had instantly turned deathly pale, and he said, word by word:

"This is no coincidence. It is a curse we cannot understand, or rather... the retribution of causality. It has already followed the bloodline and entangled the entire Lü family. Moreover, it started from the outermost and weakest part. The other party... is slowly torturing the Lü family."

"Asshole!!"

Lu Ci suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, "He dares!!"

However, his roar seemed so pale and powerless.

Everyone present understood.

That man not only had the ability to take revenge, but he chose the most cruel and inhumane way. He wanted the Lü family to watch helplessly as their bloodline withered and died bit by bit from the very tip of their veins, ultimately facing annihilation in endless fear and despair.

The air in the conference room was freezing cold.

In the end, everyone's eyes involuntarily converged on the empty seat—the seat that belonged to Zhang Zhiwei, the old celestial master of Longhu Mountain.

Although he wasn't online, his words, "If he wants to come, let him come," carried a completely different weight in everyone's hearts at that moment.

That's not arrogance, nor is it presumption.

It was a kind of insight that had already seen through everything and knew that any struggle was meaningless...

Just as the meeting fell into a desperate silence, Zhao Fangxu, the senior executive of Nadutong who had been in charge of communicating with the company, had his projector flicker. He pushed up his glasses and spoke in an extremely dry voice.

"Everyone, we've just received news... the target tourists have already set off."

"The direction... is towards Longhu Mountain."

Chapter 389 Heading West

The street outside the fast food restaurant was ablaze with neon lights and bustling with people.

Zhou Ye stepped out of the space that had distorted his perception and reintegrated into this mundane world full of everyday life. He didn't look back at Feng Zhenghao and his daughter again. To him, the transaction, along with the clumsy sneak attack, was nothing more than an insignificant interlude in his journey.

Whether it's the World Society or the Lü family, they are just names that he casually checked off or marked with a red cross on his "tourist list".

The next stop is Longhu Mountain.

He didn't choose the fastest way, such as building a spatial tunnel to instantly reach his destination. That would be too boring, and he would miss a lot of scenery.

For a "tourist" who has lived for a long time and will have a near-eternal life in the future, the process is sometimes more important than the result.

Like a true backpacker, he scanned a shared bicycle on the roadside and leisurely rode towards the train station.

Nadutong North China Branch, the underground command center.

On the huge electronic screen, a constantly flashing red dot was moving slowly along the city's main road toward the train station at an inexplicably slow pace.

"Report! The target is moving at approximately 15 kilometers per hour, and its trajectory matches the city's non-motorized vehicle lane 13... Preliminary assessment indicates that the target is riding a shared bicycle." A young technician stared at the data on the screen and reported in a dreamlike tone. His face was filled with absurdity, as if he were reporting that an ant was trying to trip an elephant.

The entire command center was deathly silent.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces showing the same bewilderment and astonishment.

To monitor this target, codenamed "Tourist," they activated the highest-level emergency response plan. Military-grade reconnaissance satellites tracked the hotspot from the sky, state-of-the-art silent drones hovered over the city, and the company's elite S-level personnel were deployed along all major transportation routes leading to Longhu Mountain.

They envisioned countless possibilities: the target might transform into a streak of light and fly at supersonic speeds; the target might tear through space and make short jumps; the target might even directly burrow into the earth's veins for ultra-long-distance stealth.

All the plans are based on the fundamental premise that "the target will move at high speed and in an unconventional manner".

Now, reality has given them a resounding slap in the face.

The target was to choose one of the most "conventional" modes of transportation in the world.

"What...what is he doing? Is he toying with us?"

A young analyst stared at the slowly moving red dot on the screen and muttered to himself. It felt like you were fully armed, ready to face an invasion of a Godzilla-level monster, only to find a Pikachu in floral shorts carrying a small bucket emerging from the sea.

The stark contrast left everyone feeling powerless, as if their intelligence had been completely crushed.

Zhao Fangxu stood in front of the screen with his hands behind his back. His eyes behind his glasses flickered, revealing no emotion.

After a long silence, he finally spoke in a deep voice:

"No, he's not playing a trick on us."

His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the entire command center.

"He's telling us something in his own way."

Zhao Fangxu's gaze deepened.

“He doesn’t care about our surveillance. No matter what means we use or what kind of intricate network we lay, we can’t affect his schedule or even his mood. If he wants to be fast, he can be faster than a missile; if he wants to be slow, he can be slower than taking a walk. All our responses are meaningless to him.”

These words sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

This is no longer a matter of overwhelming strength, but rather a disregard stemming from a higher dimension of life. It's like how humans don't care about the ants at their feet, or how meticulously they plan their escape.

The red dot on the screen finally arrived at the train station and stayed there for more than ten minutes.

Soon, a new report arrived.

"Report... Target... Target has purchased a K-series green train ticket to Yingtan, Jiangxi, hard seat, carriage number 13."

The technician who gave the report already had a sob in his voice.

A green-skinned train with a "K" prefix, hard seat.

These two words together shattered the last illusions of all the elites in the command center.

All the interception plans they had prepared became a joke at this moment.

"Beer, soft drinks, mineral water, peanuts, sunflower seeds, eight-treasure porridge! Come on, move your foot!"

The noisy carriage was filled with the aroma of instant noodles, the smell of sweat, and the chatter of passengers from all over the country. Children chased and played in the aisle, young couples snuggled together watching movies on their phones, and several middle-aged men huddled together, playing cards with peanuts.

Zhou Ye leaned against the window of the hard seat, watching the fields and villages rushing past outside.

This environment, brimming with the warmth of everyday life, gave him a long-lost sense of relaxation. He was like a drop of water, naturally merging into this ocean called "mortals," without causing any ripples.

But within his sea of ​​consciousness, the core of the Herrscher of Reason was operating at a terrifying speed of billions of times per second.