Summoning Strange Objects from Anime to Reality

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"The Last Man on the Road, an enhanced Abyss Demon, skilled in combat."

"Which of the Abyss Demons isn't good at fighting...? Could you explain what the loser's revival match is all about?"

Seeing the curious expressions on everyone's faces, the man at the end of his road couldn't help but give a bitter smile.

"PUBG - Ragnarok Edition, what's going on?"

"I know PUBG, but what does Ragnarok Online mean?"

"...The 98K laser cannon with a range of 800 miles, 3600 armor-piercing rounds per second, Victor shells, rocket launchers like bullets, SKS shells, shotguns that spew out miniature black holes, and a frying pan that none of these can hurt. Even a god with cheat codes would be crushed here. That's why it's called Ragnarok."

Σ(っ°Д °;)っ!

"...My goodness, what kind of guns are these?"

"...Mamma mia."

"...You've worked hard, buddy."

"You managed to survive that? That's amazing! By the way, what are airdrops, the poison circle, and bombing?"

"The airdrops are alright, just ordinary one-time nuclear bombs and resurrection crosses. The poison circle? Ha, that's an annihilation zone. Anything that goes in except for a frying pan will disappear. The bombings are just ordinary miniature nuclear bombs. Body armor can barely stop half of one. By the way, a frying pan can deflect a nuclear bomb."

Nuclear bombs are nothing compared to ordinary ones, what on earth have you been through?!

Terrified face xN

Also, isn't this frying pan a bit too powerful? If you made a frying pan armor, wouldn't it be invincible?

Seemingly sensing what everyone was thinking, the man at the end of the road spoke calmly.

"Each person only needs to bring one frying pan, and these items are immune to magic, so they cannot be enchanted or affected."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Don't tell me you didn't recognize who this guy at the end of his road is.

Chapter 182 Casino

"Alright, stop being so shocked. How could we possibly compare to the Supreme God's imagination? What do you guys think of the mission? Those damned guys from the Time-Space Alliance are here too, along with other random characters—"

"Captain, look at this, it's important information."

Before Murong could finish speaking, he saw his teammates looking at the computer with surprise on their faces.

"What's going on? Let me see... Isn't this a bit too much?! Zetton's already out, how far behind is Ultraman?!"

"I think that guy who could make Zetton disappear is even more outrageous... Could it really be Ultraman?!"

"Duh, when did Ultraman have anything to do with churches? He must be some random character, probably from the Church of Light or the Holy Light Church or something... Let's go, let's go there and find out some information first."

"Um (⊙o⊙)... Should I go find a hotel and book a suite first? After all, if I, an Abyss Demon, go there, they might just come and smash me with a crucifix."

"Alright, go ahead then... Why aren't you leaving yet?"

"You didn't give me my ID card or money! I just survived that hellhole and was teleported here."

The man on the verge of death rolled his eyes at the squad leader, making him feel somewhat embarrassed.

"Oh......"

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"Where exactly is this...? It's Japan, but it's definitely not Academy City, and many of the calculation formulas for electromagnetic waves are incorrect and need to be readjusted... Could this be another world?"

Misaka Mikoto manipulated her superpowers, sparks flying from her forehead as she sensed the electromagnetic waves around her. She clearly noticed that the electromagnetic waves of this world were completely different from those of her original location in some ways.

"Damn it, how could this happen at a time like this—when they need me to save them!"

Her angry fist slammed against the wall, turning her small fist bright red, but Misaka Mikoto paid no attention to it, as the current situation made her extremely anxious.

The thought of her "sisters" conducting such absurd experiments with that cold-blooded devil was unbearable; no matter how hard she tried to calm herself, she couldn't, and instead became increasingly anxious.

"Oh dear, my lovely lady, please calm down. You won't understand anything if you're so anxious."

A slightly frivolous voice reached Misaka Mikoto's ears, causing her to turn her head to look.

The voice came from a white-haired middle-aged man who was leaning against the wall, smiling at Misaka Mikoto.

"Ha, who are you? Did you bring me here?"

When Misaka Mikoto asked the question, she frantically calculated and modified the formula with all her might.

At the very least, we must restore our ability to protect ourselves.

"Ah, ladies, please don't be in a hurry. In fact, I don't know why I suddenly appeared here. We've probably all encountered the same situation. I am Siegfried Kaslana, just an unemployed bum."

Siegfried turned around and looked directly at Misaka Mikoto. Only then did she realize that this master only had one arm; his left arm was missing.

But since things have come to this, all we can do is try to believe him.

Although he didn't seem like a good person, her intuition told her that this older man wasn't a bad person.

"Misaka Mikoto, a Level 5 esper in Academy City, whose ability is to manipulate electricity."

"Wow, a superpowered person! Is he that powerful?!"

"Haven't you heard of Academy City?"

"No. I know the word when it's broken down, but I don't know it when it's put together."

Siegfried shrugged helplessly.

Misaka Mikoto was surprised; everyone knew the name Academy City.

Could it be that the two of them really came to another world?

"So what do we do next?"

"Well, we're probably undocumented right now, so we can't go to the police station. And do you have any cash on you?"

"I brought some."

"Go to the street and see if your money is different from the money here. If there's no problem, then hand it over to me."

As Siegfried said this, he revealed a set of gleaming white teeth.

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"This! Is! The! Method! You! Were! To! Say! It! Is! Good!"

Misaka Mikoto glared at Siegfried and spoke slowly and deliberately, her tone filled with anger, as if an electromagnetic cannon was about to strike Siegfried at any moment.

As for why she was so angry? Because the two of them were standing in front of a shop—

casino.

"Otherwise what? Neither of us has ID cards, and I'm a disabled uncle while she's a minor. We can't even find work, can we? You don't want to be alone at night, hungry and cold, hiding on a park bench, do you? I don't mind, but you probably can't stand it, right?"

"..."

Well, Siegfried was right, she really couldn't stand it.

Although her physical condition is much better than that of the average girl due to frequent fighting and sports, it doesn't mean she enjoys suffering like this.

"Don't worry, I've got your back. Don't let my one hand fool you; my skills are just as good as anyone else's. Alright, wait here for my good news."

Siegfried, completely unconcerned about his disability, waved to Misaka Mikoto and walked into the casino.

A cute little girl dressed in a nun's habit walked past her carrying a bag.

Ah, what an adorable little nun! Is she going to buy groceries? But...

Why buy so many bitter melons? Are you going to make bitter melon juice?

Haha, how could anyone possibly drink such a bizarre beverage?

Misaka Mikoto shook her head, banishing these thoughts from her mind, and continued to wait for Siegfried's "good news".

Wait, did that guy take my money and run away through the back door?

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"coming."

Altair was sitting on the sofa when he suddenly said something.

"Hmm, what's here?"

Theresa was a little confused, but her hands were still putting the bitter melon into the juicer to extract the juice.

"Of course—Your Holiness the Holy Son."

A tall, white-clad figure walked slowly in the light.

The sunlight shone on him, obscuring his face.

"Princess in military uniform, you've been a long time coming for me."

"Ah, after all, Your Majesty's divine power is too overwhelming, and I am not capable of moving you with me. However, judging from your expression, you should already know this."

"Ah, how ironic. So ironic that I want to drag that decaying sun over here and let them feel what it's like."

When Chang Yan entered the room, his sacred face was revealed.

"Ah, it's the older brother who asked me the question last time."

When Theresa saw Chang Yan's face, she couldn't help but shout out.

Chapter 183 The Battle Erupts

(It's summer vacation, but why do I keep waking up very early in the morning? It's so uncomfortable.)

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Big, big brother?

You're old enough to be my mother, don't you feel embarrassed calling me that? Doesn't your conscience hurt?

"Oh, the little nun I asked for directions from last time? I didn't expect you were also dragged along. I'm going to find my creator to discuss some things with him. Is that alright?"

"Ah, it's alright, Your Highness, please make yourself at home."

Altair stood up from the sofa as a sign of respect.

As for why?

Because this holy child's power is enough to destroy the world that drove Setsuna Shimazaki to his death.

She never expected that she would so easily bring the Holy Son into reality, and that the two sides wouldn't even have to fight.

"See you later."

Thus, Chang Yan gradually turned into light and disappeared into this stronghold.

After obtaining the author's address through some subtle psychological manipulation at an editorial office, Chang Yan immediately took a taxi there.

"Sixth floor, room 604, this is it. Although there's no one inside, let's go check it out first."

As the saying goes, once you've determined the location, just walk straight through the door.

It was an ordinary room, with posters and figurines in the bedroom, but the computer was on, and a document was open.

"This is......"

Welcome, Changyan.

Just after Chang Yan finished reading this sentence, several characters suddenly appeared on the computer screen, as if someone was remotely controlling it.

I am the Supreme God.

You must have many questions about the mission.

No need to rush, because I have a big secret to tell you.

[Actually, the leader of the Time-Space Alliance is also my clone.]

What the hell!

Isn't this news a bit too explosive!