Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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Although Hua Yu did not speak, the intense fluctuations of its magical power revealed its inner turmoil.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"Everything is just beginning," he said coldly, weighing the prison gate in his hand.

At the same time, the message was instantly transmitted back to the Department of Spellcasting in encrypted form.

"Target confirmed sealed! Repeat, target sealed!"

In an ancient, secret room in Kyoto, a terrifying light emanated from the one-eyed old man's remaining eye. He slammed his hand on the table and issued his final command.

"The final offensive begins! Get everyone moving! Eliminate all traces of those obstructive 04 generation members, along with Gojo Satoru! The Tengen assimilation ritual can also be prepared!"

The order spread like a virus.

In an instant, countless demons and monsters emerged from the dark corners of Shibuya and even the whole of Japan.

The group of curse masters, lurking in the crowd, grinned as they drew their cursed tools and pounced on the assistant supervisors who were evacuating civilians.

The family's private soldiers, who were secretly colluding with the General Headquarters, dropped their disguises and launched a sneak attack from behind on the young sorcerer who was fighting against the cursed spirit.

The remnants of the Panxing Cult, shouting "For Lord Xiayou," launched a suicidal attack.

The streets of Shibuya, which had been barely maintaining order thanks to the efforts of Kento Nanami, Maki Zenin, and others, instantly turned into a true battlefield. Betrayal, ambush, massacre... the ugliest side of humanity was unleashed after news of Satoru Gojo's sealing away spread.

Outside of Shibuya, several secret outposts were activated simultaneously, and sorcerers began constructing massive ritual arrays in preparation for forcibly activating "Tengen Assimilation".

They laughed wildly and shouted, ready to devour the first piece of the "post-Gojo Satoru era." They believed that their time had come.

Five underground floors, the ancestral hall is in a state of emergency, and the interior is filled with a mysterious, chaotic atmosphere. The hall is a complex of buildings, and the interior is a vast, untamed space. The hall is filled with a mysterious, chaotic atmosphere, and the interior is a complex, chaotic space. The hall is a complex of buildings, and the interior is a complex, chaotic space. The hall is a complex, chaotic space ...

Suddenly, the entire space began to shake violently.

It wasn't a tremor caused by magical power, but a deeper, more fundamental shudder stemming from the very rules of the world. The platform lights began to flicker wildly, and pale golden, circuit board-like codes began to appear on the surfaces of the walls, the floor, and the ceiling.

The dome overhead, that pitch-black canopy made of "tents," was like a torn canvas, revealing the truth behind it. It wasn't the night sky, but a constantly shifting digital dome composed of endless streams of golden data.

A calm and steady young voice, through some unknown technology, resounded throughout the Shibuya area, clearly entering the minds of everyone, whether they were sorcerers or unconscious civilians.

"Phase space anchor deployment complete. Dimensional cutting of the Shibuya area is complete, and an independent mirror space has been generated."

"Welcome to...the trial court."

It was Yukichi's voice, but the timidity of the past was gone, replaced by absolute confidence and control.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

What is this? What kind of power is this?!

Immediately afterwards, another clear and melodious female voice rang out, also covering the entire area.

"To all citizens trapped in Shibuya, please do not panic. The Sky Dome Council is conducting a large-scale cleanup operation targeting harmful organisms and corrupt organizations. To inform global citizens of the truth, we will be broadcasting the entire cleanup process live below."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice spread to every corner of the world through the global network.

Countless ordinary people and government agencies from various countries who were following the Shibuya riots had their cell phones, computers, and television screens forcibly taken over. The screen displayed a real-time aerial view of Shibuya.

"Cleaning begins."

As Shiyu finished speaking, thousands upon thousands of black holes cracked open in the golden code sky.

Countless Cursed Corpse Legions, dressed in uniform black uniforms, resembling pandas in appearance, but with cold eyes and synchronized movements, descended from the sky like a locust swarm.

What they held in their hands were not magical artifacts, but rather futuristic weapons that shimmered with blue energy.

A cursed mage who had just betrayed his comrade hadn't even had time to wipe the blood from his face when a beam of light descended from the sky and struck him precisely. He didn't scream; his entire body, along with his cursed implements, was disintegrated into the most basic particles in the light and dissipated into the air.

A private soldier from the command headquarters, who was about to attack an unconscious civilian, was instantly subdued by two cursed skeletons. Shackles made of energy automatically locked his hands and feet, while a special energy flow was injected into his body. His cursed power, which he had cultivated for decades, dissipated rapidly like a punctured balloon.

Those who resisted were instantly "de-harmed".

Those who surrender are captured alive after being stripped of their magical powers.

This was a suppression with no suspense whatsoever. It was a dimensional blow from civilization to barbarism. The curse masters and henchmen of the old forces who were just celebrating now had expressions that went from ecstasy to astonishment, then to horror, and finally solidified into pure despair.

On the street, Nanami Kento had just smashed an attacker's head with a hammer when he witnessed this scene that seemed like a miracle. He was stunned, watching the army of cursed corpses descend from the sky, watching them efficiently "cleanse" the enemy in a way he couldn't comprehend.

"What...is this..." he murmured to himself, his taut nerves finally relaxing for the first time. He pushed up his glasses and found his hands trembling slightly.

Masamichi Yagami, along with Yuujin Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki, arrived at his side just in time.

“Don’t be nervous, Nanami.” Moth’s expression was also filled with shock, but he tried to remain calm as he explained, “They are… reinforcements.”

Nanami Kento looked at the moths, then at the science fiction-like scene in the sky, and his worldview was completely overturned at that moment. His glasses finally slipped off his nose and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Underground platform.

Louhu, Huayu, and Zhenren, the three top-tier curse spirits, were also stunned. They could sense that each of the cursed corpses falling from the sky possessed the strength of a first-level sorcerer or higher, and their numbers numbered in the tens of thousands.

What shocked him most was that he discovered all his connections with the outside world had been severed. He lost all communication with other curse masters, including their commands and his connection to the Heavenly Origin Assimilation Ritual.

This so-called "trial court" is an absolutely closed cage.

Just then, a beam of light shot down from the golden sky and landed in the center of the platform.

As the light faded, Zhou Ye's figure slowly emerged.

He didn't release any magical power, yet the entire space submitted to him. [The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.]

Zhou Ye's gaze calmly swept over the three top-tier cursed spirits, finally settling on the deathly pale-faced Ba Fuxi.

The food was so delicious that it seemed like a chaotic mess. ...

However, Zhou Ye simply raised his hand.

A mournful cry rang out from the prison gates, and the demonic beast suddenly leaped from its lair, its claws snapping shut.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

Zhou Ye glanced down at the legendary top-grade cursed artifact, as if examining an interesting antique.

Then, in the midst of the chaos, the car sprang into action, its wheels trembling, and the car sprang into action. The ...

"Click——"

The seemingly indestructible Prison Gate, which had sealed away the "strongest" barrier, was easily crushed into pieces by him, like a cheap plastic Rubik's Cube.

Fragments scattered, and inside... there was no one.

"The actors have left the stage."

Zhou Ye casually waved away the fragments, raised his head, and looked indifferently at all the enemies below who were in despair.

"Now, it's the audience's turn... to pay for their tickets."

Chapter 360 The Foundation of the New World

Zhou Ye's voice, though not loud, resonated clearly in every corner of the "trial court" and in the hearts of everyone watching the scene via live stream.

After he finished speaking, he no longer looked at the several top-tier cursed spirits at his feet that had completely lost their will to fight. Hundreds of light screens appeared out of thin air in front of him, like a giant surveillance wall.

On each screen, a person's face is clearly displayed.

Some reside in ancient Japanese-style rooms in Kyoto, some hide in luxurious apartments in Tokyo, and some are based in remote mountain strongholds. Without exception, they are all high-ranking members of the Jujutsu Supervision Department, elders of the three founding families, and planners and participants in this sinister scheme.

At this moment, their faces were filled with fear and unease. They found themselves bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

In the secret room where the one-eyed old man was, he was staring in horror at the light screen that had suddenly appeared in front of him. On the light screen was Zhou Ye's calm face.

"Zen Temple Fan, Elder of a branch of the Zen Temple family, Guest Minister of the General Administration Department."

Zhou Ye's voice rang out, devoid of any emotion, as if he were reading a report.

"Criminal charge one: Leading the planning of the Tianyuan Assimilation Emergency Plan, intending to kidnap the lives of 100 million non-magicians and threaten world security. Criminal charge two: Colluding with the Cursed Mage Group, leaking the whereabouts of the top-level cursed mage Gojo Satoru, and subverting the existing order."

The one-eyed old man wanted to roar and refute, but no sound came out.

"Verdict: He shall be stripped of all his magical powers, all his magical artifacts shall be dismantled, and he shall be imprisoned for life in the first prison on the moon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden beam of light descended from the sky, piercing through the ceiling of the secret chamber and precisely enveloping the one-eyed old man. He could feel the magical power he had cultivated for nearly a hundred years pouring out like a flood bursting its banks, ultimately vanishing into nothingness. His cane, made from a top-grade magical artifact, also turned to dust in the light.

A powerful sorcerer was transformed into a blind old man, even weaker than an ordinary person, in just three seconds.

The same scene was playing out simultaneously in hundreds of places.

"Kamō Kensui, elder of the Kamo family's main branch. Crimes: providing the top-grade cursed artifact [Prison Gate Frontier], assisting in sealing Gojō Satoru, and participating in the Tengen Assimilation Plan. Verdict: stripped of the technique [Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique], all assets confiscated for post-war reconstruction."

"..."

"Sentenced on multiple charges, including hindering the progress of civilization, endangering public safety, and crimes against humanity..."

Zhou Ye's voice became the final death knell of the old era. He was like a highly efficient programmer, deleting "viruses" and "backdoors" from the world's system. There was no bloody slaughter, only absolute, precise, and irresistible "correction."

Finally, his gaze returned to the Shibuya underground platform, back to the...

"Your plan is interesting," Zhou Ye calmly commented. "Using all non-magicians in Japan as sacrifices to accelerate the evolution of Tengen and give birth to a new era of humans with highly optimized spell power. The scope is grand, but... it's also too small."

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"Optimize the magical power of all humanity?" For the first time, a hint of mockery appeared on Zhou Ye's lips. "How about the souls of all humanity be upgraded?"

He did not kill the six miscellaneous monks, but only fed them.

Zhou Ye stretched out his hand, towards the two of them, and said, "I'm so happy." He then looked at them with a smile ...

"Ahhh-"

The "brain" writhed violently in mid-air; it was a sign of something sinister.

Zhou Ye flicked his finger, and a transparent cube covered in golden runes appeared out of thin air, containing the sword.

"Your millennia-long calculations are invaluable data for the new world." Zhou Ye watched as the chaotic, churning matter within the cube... a testament to the relentless march of time, a testament to the power of nature's workings. He murmured, "Your calculations, accumulated over millennia, are a valuable asset to the new world."

This is a punishment crueler than death. Turning a schemer into a never-ending server.

After processing the sole, the remaining ingredients were removed and the contents of the container were removed.

Not far away, a figure flashed into view; Gojo Satoru had deactivated his invisibility and appeared on the platform. He had been there all along, performing the "sealed" scene according to the script. Now, he looked at his dearest friend's body with a complex expression.

Zhou Ye turned his head and said to him, "Your onboarding bonus."

As soon as he finished speaking, he extended a finger, and a soft, warm light, like that of the rising sun, shone from the tip of his finger. That light contained pure, primal life energy.

He gently placed the ball of light on Xia Youjie's forehead.

The light merged into his body, and the ugly crack in his skull healed at a visible speed, leaving not a single scar. Xia Youjie's pale face quickly regained color. His tightly closed eyes twitched slightly.