Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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Feng Shayan was holding a brand-new smartphone, which she had just "casually" "analyzed" and "reconstructed" from a roadside billboard, swiping around with a look of novelty. She showed great interest in the strange and wonderful apps and internet jokes of this world, especially when she saw a group of keyboard warriors talking loudly under the posts about the "Taotie invasion," which made her laugh heartily.

These mortals are really something else. Aliens are practically at their doorstep, and they still have the nerve to argue online about whether aliens are sweet or salty… They're so carefree!

She scrolled through her phone while secretly glancing at Zhou Ye across from her.

The man was holding a cappuccino, his gaze fixed on the bustling traffic outside the window, his eyes distant, lost in thought. He hadn't uttered a single word since sitting down, as if he had become completely detached from the surrounding noise.

Feng Shayan was very familiar with this feeling. Back in the world of Under One Person, the Master often did the same thing, staring at things for an entire day. At first, she thought he was contemplating the universe, but later she realized that he was simply daydreaming because he was bored.

For someone who can create and destroy worlds in the blink of an eye, most things in the mortal world are indeed not even worthy of his attention.

"Sir, it seems like people in this world aren't afraid of death."

A local news item appeared on the screen, reporting that despite the alien threat, property prices in Mega Canyon remain strong and are even trending upward.

It's not that I'm not afraid of death.

Zhou Ye finally spoke, turning his gaze from the window to Feng Shayan's phone screen.

"Ignorance is bliss. In their limited understanding, death is a distant thing, while the mortgage is something that must be paid tomorrow."

Feng Shayan seemed to understand but not quite. As the eldest daughter of the Feng family, she had more pocket money than an average person could earn in a lifetime, so she had never been burdened by a mortgage and couldn't really comprehend that kind of pain.

Just then, Zhou Ye paused slightly in the hand holding the coffee cup.

"She is coming."

"Who?" Feng Shayan was startled and subconsciously looked out the window.

A tall woman, dressed in a black leather jacket and pants, with smoky makeup, was walking across the sidewalk on the other side of the street in sky-high heels. Every move she made exuded a fatal charm, like a walking black hole of hormones, drawing the attention of all the men around her.

But strangely, the moment those gazes met her, they would become somewhat bewildered, as if they had just seen something but quickly forgot about it.

The woman ignored the ordinary people around her. Her captivating eyes, filled with a hint of confusion and inquiry, scanned the street. Her steps seemed casual, yet she precisely positioned herself in every blind spot of the surveillance cameras. Occasionally, where she couldn't avoid a spot, the surveillance footage would experience a brief moment of signal interference.

"What a...what a beautiful woman."

Feng Shayan sincerely praised her, then whispered to Zhou Ye, "Sir, is she the advanced programmer you mentioned?"

"Ah."

Zhou Ye's gaze fell on the woman, carrying a scrutinizing tone.

"Morgana, or rather, Liang Bing. A celestial-level supercomputer created a body for herself and spread her fallacious and decadent theories of freedom throughout the universe."

His voice wasn't loud, but the moment the name "Liang Bing" was uttered, the woman across the street abruptly stopped in her tracks.

Morgana, or rather Liang Bing, suddenly turned her head, her gaze like two sharp swords, precisely locking onto Zhou Ye by the coffee shop window.

For the first time, a genuine look of shock appeared on her face.

Morgana

That's her now-famous title in the universe: Demon Queen. But the name "Liang Bing" hasn't been uttered for tens of thousands of years. That was her past as an angel, when she was still the King of Apocalypse. Besides her sister Keisha and a few old beings who have long since turned to cosmic dust, no one else knows that name.

And the man in front of them, an ordinary-looking young man with black hair, just casually called out that.

What shocked her even more was that her prized Demon One, the supercomputer capable of understanding most of the known universe, returned a blank page when it scanned the man before her.

It's not "unable to parse", not "data encrypted", but simply "nothing".

It's as if there is no matter, no information, no concept at all. There is only an absolute, pure "emptiness".

How can this be? !

Liang Bing's mind raced. The reason she came here personally was because not long ago, her Demon One detected that a small area of ​​data above Juxia City had been "zeroed out." It wasn't destroyed, nor was it transferred; rather, it was completely erased from the very foundation of the universe's logic, creating an absolute "information vacuum."

This method was beyond her comprehension. Even her sister Keisha's sacred treasury of knowledge couldn't achieve this level of "erasure," at most it would be "formatting." And that hypocritical Death God Karl was merely manipulating the void, essentially a conversion of energy and matter, not true "nothingness."

She initially thought it was some unknown, god-like civilization passing by and conducting a casual experiment. Now it seems the culprit is right before her eyes.

Liang Bing suppressed the turmoil in her heart and put on her usual nonchalant smile again. She strode across the street, swaying her hips, pushed open the door of the coffee shop, and walked to Zhou Ye's table.

"Young man, are you alone? How about I buy you a drink?"

She deliberately ignored Feng Shayan beside her, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Zhou Ye with an extremely aggressive gaze.

At the same time, she had secretly activated the "Eye of Insight" of Demon One through clandestine communication, attempting to analyze Zhou Ye's composition from a deeper genetic level.

However, the order was issued but never received.

The message returned by Devil One was still the same two cold words: "[No permission]".

Liang Bing's smile froze for a moment.

No permission? What a joke! When has Morgana's Demon One ever needed "permissions"?

Zhou Ye raised his eyelids, glanced at her, then picked up his coffee and took a small sip.

"Your database is too noisy, it keeps refreshing junk information in my background."

He spoke calmly.

"If you keep doing this, I'll format it."

"puff--"

Feng Shayan spat out the mouthful of juice she had just taken a sip of.

She frantically searched for tissues to wipe her mouth, her heart pounding with laughter.

[Sir, you're awesome! So clever! Comparing a celestial computer to background junk data and then trying to format it! That's practically the most vicious curse a programmer could cast!]

The smile on Liang Bing's face vanished completely.

She suddenly stood up straight, her expression shifting between light and dark.

The other party not only knew her background and the nature of her abilities, but could even clearly perceive the operations she performed through clandestine communication. Moreover, that word "format" was definitely not a joke. She could sense an undeniable "say what you mean" in the other party's calm tone.

Who is this person?

When did such a person first appear in the known universe?

"Who...are you?"

For the first time, Liang Bing's voice carried a solemn tone.

"A passing traveler."

Zhou Ye put down his coffee cup and finally looked at her properly.

“I have no interest in the war between you little brats. However, you are slightly more interesting than those trashy creatures called Taotie. At least your code has some ideas, even though it has a lot of bugs.”

"Code? Bug?"

Liang Bing felt her worldview being turned upside down. Her proud demonic genes, the Demon Number One that allowed her to roam the universe, were being described by the man opposite her as "a piece of code with some ideas but many bugs"?

This was a bigger blow to her than simply calling her a bitch.

This is a form of contempt at the level of existence, a dimensional reduction.

"for example,"

Zhou Ye extended a finger and pointed it in the air towards Liang Bing.

"Your gene engine relies too heavily on dark energy calculations. Once it encounters a target that cannot be defined or calculated, it will fall into a logical dead loop. Also, your spacetime distortion ability is essentially just creating a high-curvature fold in the current spatial dimension, not true spacetime manipulation. Look, like this..."

As he spoke, Liang Bing was horrified to discover that the space around her was undergoing a strange change that she could not understand.

It's not twisting, it's not folding, it's... "disappearing".

She felt her connection to Demon One being stretched and becoming unstable. Every atom in her body seemed to be groaning, as if it might be torn away from this reality at any moment.

Her proud fourth-generation divine body was as fragile as an infant at this moment.

"enough!"

With a sharp shout, a flash of black energy appeared on Liang Bing's body as she forcefully broke free from that eerie state. Her figure instantly retreated more than ten meters, passing directly through the wall and appearing on the street outside the coffee shop.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, and even her smoky makeup couldn't hide the horror in her eyes.

Just a moment ago, she truly felt the danger of "annihilation".

It's not death, but something far more terrifying than death: the complete disappearance of the concept itself.

In the coffee shop, Zhou Ye withdrew his finger, a hint of disappointment on his face.

"His psychological resilience is too poor; it's just a theoretical demonstration."

He shook his head and said to the sandpiper,

"It seems the gods of this world are nothing special. Let's go somewhere else, it's too noisy here."

The "noisy" he was referring to was naturally the "Devil Number One" that was constantly alarming in Liang Bing's head.

Feng Shayan suppressed a laugh and obediently stood up. She glanced sympathetically at the distraught "Demon Queen" outside the window, and once again silently mourned for the unlucky fellow who had provoked her husband.

The two walked out of the coffee shop and brushed past Liang Bing, who was still in shock.

Zhou Ye didn't look at her again, as if she were just an insignificant passerby.

Only after the two had walked far away did Liang Bing seem to wake up from a nightmare. She looked at her hands, then at the direction where the two had disappeared, and for the first time, the emotion called "fear" appeared in her eyes.

She immediately connected with the demon wings, light-years away, via dark communication.

"Your Majesty! How are you?" Ato's anxious voice came.

“Ato…”

Liang Bing's voice was somewhat dry.

"Immediately! Right now! Bring back all the demons on Earth! Leave no one alive!"

"Huh? Your Majesty? Why? We've only just..."

"Shut up! Follow orders!"

Liang Bing roared, a rare occurrence for her.

"Also, connect me to that perverted Karl! I want to ask him if his so-called ultimate fear has already come to Earth!"

After hanging up the communication, Liang Bing's figure transformed into a stream of data and vanished from the spot in an instant.

She needed to leave this troublesome place immediately.

Before she could figure out what that man really was, Earth, the planet that was originally within her grasp in her plans, had become a black hole capable of devouring gods.

Unbeknownst to her, on the other side of the city, Zhou Ye was leading Feng Shayan into an ice cream shop.