Mash-up Anime World: Creating the SCP Foundation to Contain Anomalies

Amidst the gazes of the crowd, Subaru leaped into the entrance.

Holding the Sword of the Gods, he actually looked a bit cool.

Spoilers are Fun: Damn, we let this kid show off!

Blonde Defeated Dog: This is unacceptable! In what kind of world can Subaru actually look cool?!

Hall Master of Wangsheng: By the way, after uploading the coordinates, didn't the Foundation intervene in Re:Zero?

Big Sister is Supreme: The Foundation's internal records show it's "under processing," but no Mobile Task Force was dispatched.

Portal Daddy: That means… perhaps he took action personally?

Spoilers are Fun: Or maybe the Foundation just doesn't plan to interfere. They usually don't bother with fantasy worlds since they can't fully contain them.

Blonde Defeated Dog: Who cares about that?! I want to see Haru!

Seeing the chat log, Subaru felt the urge to cough up blood.

He had just started enjoying the thrill of being an overpowered transmigrator, and yet this was how everyone reacted?!

That brief distraction…

The moment he landed in the Forbidden Magic Hall, multiple flashes of blades suddenly appeared around him.

There was even a laser beam shooting straight at him.

Shocked, Subaru barely had time to react—he leaped again the moment he hit the ground. However, because of his momentary distraction, he failed to dodge completely. A laser pierced through his lower leg.

With a cry of pain, he instinctively swung the Sword of the Gods in his hand.

Several dazzling sword slashes flew out in all directions.

Two Reincarnators perish on the apot.

The battle was witnessed by both sides.

Crusch and the Sword Demon wore strange expressions. There was indeed an ambush, no doubt about that.

But forget about ambushing Reinhard, even the Sword Demon alone could probably wipe out all thirty of these ambushers without a scratch. Such an ambush was nothing more than child's play.

How could they even present something so pathetic?

Could it be...

"Our actions are likely being observed by the enemy—whether through magic or some other means."

Crusch spoke in a serious tone.

Inside the Forbidden Magic Hall, Greylin watched the battle with a twisted expression of rage.

These useless fools! How could they not even defeat Subaru?!

And what was with the overpowered equipment in Subaru's hands? Where did he get it?!

Laughter echoed again.

Greylin turned to glare at "Meili," gritting its teeth in fury.

If not for the urgent situation, it would have torn her apart to see what exactly she was laughing at!

With the initial probe into the Forbidden Magic Hall completed, the members of the punitive force began leaping inside one after another. The reincarnators who had been locked in a fierce battle with Subaru were now either heavily wounded or fleeing for their lives.

Seeing this, Subaru was overjoyed and immediately gave chase.

The others wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.

However, when they saw that Subaru descended to a lower level without triggering any additional danger, they felt reassured and followed suit.

Through magic, Crusch observed the events unfolding inside the Forbidden Magic Hall and found it strange.

If the enemy could throw the capital into chaos and abduct the Council of Sages, why did they seem so weak now?

But since even the Sword Demon had ventured deeper inside, Crusch stopped overthinking and leaped into the Forbidden Magic Hall herself.

Reinhard remained outside as a deterrent.

Watching through a mirror, Greylin took a deep breath.

Gathering enough strength to kill Reinhard beforehand was no longer an option.

The only choice left was to force Reinhard to step into the battlefield and then proceed with further plans.

A gray-green mist spread throughout the Forbidden Magic Hall.

Seeing the eerie mist, Crusch and the others immediately heightened their vigilance. Was the real mastermind finally about to make a move?

As they pondered this, countless walking corpses emerged from the gray-green mist, charging toward them.

Subaru swung the Sword of the Gods repeatedly.

At this moment, he regretted using the Energy Feather so recklessly before. That kind of ultimate weapon would have been a game-changer if used now.

"Crusch-sama, be careful."

While fighting, the Sword Demon subtly positioned himself to protect Crusch.

The undead creatures in the mist weren't particularly strong individually, but their sheer numbers were an overwhelming headache.

To make matters worse, the confined space limited the movements of the punitive force. Unlike the mindless monsters, they had to be cautious not to harm their allies.

Seeing this, Reinhard finally leaped into the Forbidden Magic Hall.

The Dragon Sword was drawn.

With just a single swing, a vast swath of undead creatures was instantly obliterated.

The punitive force was able to regroup.

"Old man, no need to worry so much about me, I can fight too."

Seeing the tide of battle shift in their favor, Crusch felt relief and patted the Sword Demon's shoulder.

At that moment, watching Reinhard enter the battlefield, Greylin was overjoyed.

"Hold off those small fry."

After giving the order to the other reincarnators, several figures emerged from the gray-green mist behind Greylin.

The White-Robed Sorcerer.

The Court Mage, Roswaal.

The ancient martial artist, Silver Fang Bang.

The ultimate weapon, the Crimson Witch.

The White-Robed Sorcerer raised a withered wooden staff.

In the next moment, his already-decayed body crumbled apart. The withered staff in his hand shattered into countless splinters.

Clearly, the magic he cast far exceeded what his body could endure.

However, the spell had been successfully cast.

Greylin and the other three decayed ones were enveloped in white light and vanished in an instant.

At the same time, Reinhard, who was on the battlefield, was also engulfed in white light and disappeared in the next moment.

Seeing this, the punitive force was thrown into brief chaos.

"Don't panic! It's just teleportation magic! There's no way the Sword Saint Reinhard would fall!"

Crusch shouted.

Sure enough, the punitive force quickly regained composure.

Crusch let out a breath of relief and swung her longsword forcefully, beheading an approaching monster.

At that moment, a distant comrade was about to be attacked. Without hesitation, Crusch swung her sword through the air.

On her body, there was a power known as the "Blessing of Wind Direction."

This blessing allowed Crusch to discern the truth or falsehood in others' words while also granting her a special sword technique. When she swung her blade and activated the Blessing of Wind Direction, sword energy would cross the space and strike her target.

However, when she swung her sword this time, she received no feedback at all.

The Sword Demon rushed forward and rescued the team member.

Crusch tried swinging her sword several more times.

Her face suddenly turned pale with shock.

She finally understood where the sense of crisis from this palace was coming from. This palace was actually capable of erasing their blessings.

Blessings were the love of the world.

As long as one was loved, no matter what kind of dire situation they were in, their blessing should always be present, like an extension of their own limbs.

The fact that this palace could strip them of their blessings was utterly terrifying.

And what was even more chilling…

Crusch finally realized the enemy's true intention.

Why build this palace and seal off their retreat?

This was nothing more than a trap.

The "guest of honor" being invited into the trap was, of course, the Sword Saint, Reinhard.

The one most affected by the loss of blessings was none other than Reinhard, the world's most beloved existence.

Even without his blessings, the Sword Saint was still incredibly powerful.

However, he was no longer invincible.

If Reinhard were to fall…

Crusch didn't even dare to think about the consequences.

"Attack with all your might! Quickly search the palace and regroup with the Sword Saint!"

Crusch roared.

At the same time, deep within the palace, only a group of hostages remained. The Reincarnators had all gone to stall the Crusade Force.

They were essentially just cannon fodder meant to buy time.

But they had no other choice.

There was nowhere to run in this place.

The only hope for survival was to delay as long as possible, until Greylin killed Reinhard.

They hadn't known this before.

By the time they understood the situation, it was already too late.

Among the hostages, Haruto stood up.

Casually, he freed Emilia from her restraints. With a mere flick of his finger, he effortlessly shattered Puck's seal.

Puck flew out once more, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

Meanwhile, Emilia stared at the child she had picked up, utterly stunned.

"You… who exactly are you…?"

"Sorry for deceiving you, but let's talk later. We have more pressing matters to handle first."

Haruto smiled before heading toward a certain area of the palace.

His body distorted, and in the next moment, he vanished.

"I actually misjudged him… That guy… he's even more terrifying than the Witches."

Puck said solemnly.

Emilia, however, still couldn't bring herself to be wary of him. After all, while he had deceived her, he hadn't harmed her, he had even saved her.

Meanwhile, Haruto used Kamui to traverse the Forbidden Magic Hall.

The so-called forced teleportation formations were completely useless against him. Before long, Haruto located the room where Greylin had transported itself.

It was a completely sealed-off chamber, seemingly only accessible via teleportation magic.

At that moment, countless undead creatures were relentlessly attacking Reinhard.

The Crimson Witch was continuously using her crimson energy to tear into the Sword Saint's body. The Court Mage and Silver Fang were also searching for openings, constantly trying to inflict damage on him.

For the first time since his birth, Reinhard's attire was in disarray.

But for now, that was the extent of his predicament.

Even without his Divine Protection, the Sword Saint was still incredibly strong. However, if this battle dragged on...

There was indeed a slight possibility that Reinhardt could be worn down to death.

Haruto couldn't help but give that Spirit some credit. If he hadn't stepped in, Greylin's plan might have actually worked.

But, what a pity.

"Za Warudo!"