Summoning Strange Objects from Anime to Reality

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Therefore, we will go all out.

At that moment, he heard the words of another version of himself, now DATA EXPUNGED.

"Yes, it's to avoid such a thing, to avoid that sad reality, that's why I'm doing this, using any means necessary to become stronger. Because I don't want to die."

"I, a human being, will struggle to become stronger in this absurd world!"

Even if it means walking between someone's legs, even if it means kneeling on the ground begging, even if it means being laughed at like a clown, even if my heart is already filled with blood and tears—

"Use any means necessary to become stronger, and then—"

"Live."

After that, he stood up and, with firm but weak steps, walked to the place where people had gathered.

He was subjected to countless scornful looks, countless curses, countless scornful remarks, and countless insults to his dignity. He was beaten many times for no reason, each time leaving him on the verge of death, before emerging from the agonizing medical room.

The doctor, who claimed to treat all patients equally, used the cheapest medication on him, which had the most severe side effects.

The learned and versatile Dharma Masters, cultivators, and Onmyoji would drag him into their laboratories every day, examining him from body to soul, from brain to mind, in an attempt to find Changyan's weaknesses and to better understand him through him.

How stupid.

This is a common saying, somewhere, mocking these guys at him.

Yeah, they're incredibly stupid, so stupid I want to kill them all.

He said that too, and then he was thrown out.

He cannot die, cannot change his body, cannot alter his bloodline, cannot have his soul corrupted, and cannot suffer a mental breakdown.

Apart from that, it's up to you.

But even in this godforsaken place, there were still people who were kind to him.

Of course, some people simply can't stand it or are disdainful of it.

"Thank you."

This was the word he said most often to them.

With their help, Chang Yan gradually acquired some extraordinary knowledge.

Later, after a long period of research, they discovered that the monsters would not attack Chang Yan on their own initiative, and some monsters with the ability to possess and imitate would rather die than possess Chang Yan or imitate his face.

At the insistence of Issei Hyoudou and his group, Chang Yan was granted a certain degree of freedom. After being given some things, he was allowed to move around the city at will.

Every time he goes out to collect trash, he finds some packaged food and some seemingly dirty but actually very warm clothes.

Ah, thank you.

While scavenging for trash, he unexpectedly found a puppy.

It's really hard to believe how a normal little dog survived.

I'll keep it as a pet; I'm bored anyway.

But you can't bring it back; bringing it back will only harm it.

I'm safe outside, so I might as well sleep there.

Without further ado, Chang Yan packed up his belongings, found a spot in the ruins, built a shed, and settled there.

However, hatred is a completely irrational thing.

Hating common sayings and hating common sayings are exactly the same thing.

When Chang Yan returned from a medical check-up, he only saw a few dog bones, and on the dog's skull were a bunch of cursed words carved on them.

Ugh, how annoying.

I hate you all so much I want to kill you all.

By the way, how did my dad name me back then?

My name is Chang Yan.

A promise that must be kept.

But how can I gain their trust and be trusted? Otherwise, I have too many limitations.

1. To demonstrate one's importance and uniqueness.

2. When there aren't enough people, they have no choice but to use me.

Chapter 281 Soon, almost done...

Chang Yan really liked that dog; it was not only obedient, but its fur also felt very soft to the touch.

By the way, that dog was a husky.

Although it looks silly and cute, it is actually surprisingly capable, and it always manages to dig out some good things from a pile of ruins or garbage.

Chang Yan will never forget that day when he saw the husky with its tongue lolling out, rummaging through a tattered bag and pulling out two perfectly preserved cans of Coke. He was overjoyed.

Oh, praise to the soda that brings joy to couch potatoes.

At that time, water was not scarce, but forget about beverages; the factories were basically all abandoned, and at most, there were some tea leaves, coffee beans, and wine.

That night, he managed to make the cola taste like alcohol.

Screw those common sayings, they're none of my business.

I was brought here by you guys without any explanation, and not only do I not receive any good treatment, but you're also constantly finding ways to mess with me.

If you hate him, then go beat him up! What good would it do to beat me up? If you beat me to death, that guy probably wouldn't even lose a hair.

FAQ!

Did you hear me? I said FUCK YOU!

That day, he roared at the ruins, with only a husky by his side.

Then, the husky was gone.

He stood up, gathered the remains, and then went back.

He knew that this wouldn't have happened without the consent of some people in power.

They need to stimulate common sense, but at the same time, they cannot stimulate too much.

That's utter garbage.

He thought this to himself, and then walked back.

what should I do?

do not know.

Lost in thought, he lay back down in the lab.

Ironically, this common saying became a savior in the future.

A failed savior.

After experiencing so much, when he saw his friends fall, he remained silent and walked to a sealed-off place.

Ah, this is a miracle of failure, a great undertaking of failure.

Because no one can wear this suit of armor.

They were originally intended to be sent into space to be bathed in the light of the stars and the sun, but now they can't even penetrate the atmosphere.

How can humans be qualified to bear such a great responsibility?

Yes, humans are not qualified.

But I have it.

Because I am Changyan [Changyan].

I am human, I am Changyan.

I'm not a good person, but I don't want to be a bad person either.

I want to live, that's all.

He donned the armor, shouldered the great task, and became a hero.

A hero can defeat a demon king, but a hero cannot defeat "everything".

In the end, he was defeated by himself.

"Haa, haa, haa... Although it sounds like I'm bragging, I still have to say it—am I fucking too strong?! Too strong, huh?!"

So, those people approached him and they used the game console together.

........

"You're still the same as always, Yicheng. As for whether I'm a fake or not, I can tell you with certainty that I am Changyan. But let's talk about that later. Right now, I need to settle things with myself."

Chang Yan smiled, then turned his head to look at [Chang Yan] who had appeared in front of him at some point.

"Since you dare to come here, it means you're confident you can kill me, right?"

"Ah, yeah. After all, that armor you were wearing was just too damn dangerous. Your Ora punches just now almost turned me into mincemeat. Just thinking about it makes my whole body ache."

"So, are you ready to be torn to shreds by me?"

[As the saying goes] That smiling face instantly transformed into a demon, and an incomparably evil killing intent began to radiate outwards.

And on the ground here, an unknown power suddenly erupted.

Although most of the setup was destroyed in the battle, some parts are still usable.

"Fuck-"

An ominous blue lightning bolt emerged from the ground, turning everything in its path into nothingness, and swept towards Chang Yan with an aura of annihilation.

The most controversial ability in alchemy: decomposition.

Alchemy is divided into three steps: "understanding, decomposition, and reconstruction." If one stops at the second step, one can have the ability to decompose all things, which is theoretically a highly destructive ability.

Scar in Fullmetal Alchemist used the decomposition ability granted by the tattoo on her arm to kill the State Alchemist.

But why doesn't anyone use such a powerful killing method? Wouldn't it be a great way to deal with those androids?

Even if you want to understand it, it's just human tissue; any alchemist knows its structure...

Okay, I'm too lazy to explain anymore. Just think of it as the protagonist sacrificing some Philosopher's Stones to gain the ability to control decomposition from the Gate of Truth.

As the saying goes, when things look bad, it instantly flies into the sky.

"Fool, do you think I can't set something up just because there's no medium in the air?"

[Common Saying] He stood still, his hands behind his back, his face had returned to normal, and he spoke slowly.

In the air, countless blood-streaked tentacles lashed out at Chang Yan, while at the same time, countless strangely shaped mosquitoes gathered into a dark cloud, moving towards Chang Yan while emitting vicious curses.

If a single Death Sound Insect emitted this curse-like sound, it could only slightly affect some small animals. But with such a terrifying number, the curse-like sound emitted was naturally incredibly terrifying.

"You think these things can stop me? Drink!"

Upon hearing Chang Yan's words, he immediately displayed his rebuttal.

With a loud shout, he threw a punch.

The tentacles, covered in bright red blood vessels, were shattered into pieces by a loud shout, while the Death Sound Insects were smashed into a burst of green blood flowers by this punch from a distance.

"Every second counts. These setups took me a lot of time, and you solved them so easily. I'm so sad."

Although she said she was feeling unwell, Changyan looked completely indifferent.

It took a few more seconds.

—It'll be ready soon, almost there...

—Hmph, there'll be a little while longer...

"Is there nothing else to decorate? Then I'll be right there!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chang Yan rushed towards [Chang Yan], but was stopped by the illusionary fog on the way.

—My current physical condition is no match for this guy's; I can only rely on a stand-in to hold out a little longer.