Anime Multiverse: Building a Pantheon from Scratch

Beika Town, police substation.

As Sharon stepped out of the car and pushed open the door, she tilted her head up slightly to see the familiar blue sign with white characters—a symbol of law and order.

Looking at the small building at the end of the street, which occupied only two floors of a six-story residential structure clearly shared with civilians, she smiled and remarked, "Ah, seems like they cleared out all the patrol officers on duty."

"Leaving them here would've only led to unnecessary casualties when facing someone like you."

Standing in a neat black suit, Maki Shiro bit down on a cigarette as he met the gaze of the golden-haired nun before him. Unlike earlier, now that he was face to face with the monster herself, he was surprisingly calm—no longer flustered or panicked.

"Come in. Let's talk inside."

He tossed the barely smoked cigarette onto the ground, crushed it underfoot with zero regard for environmental decorum, then turned his back to Sharon and added, "Relax, there are no traps inside. This is just a street-level substation—no space to set any up."

"Besides, even if there were traps, I doubt they'd do anything to a monster of your caliber."

With that, he stepped into the substation's lobby, not even glancing back—his posture open, like he wasn't worried at all about being attacked from behind.

Sharon watched his back for a moment before responding with a soft, merciful smile worthy of a nun.

"A man who's already prepared to die... I suppose he's got some guts."

(You're really planning to go in?) the real Sharon asked inwardly.

Because Luo Shu was currently in control—his consciousness and soul puppeteering her body—Sharon had access to his super-intuitive vision.

From every direction, white warning dots were quickly converging. It seemed that their earlier breakout had failed, prompting the authorities to mobilize even greater forces to surround them.

Given the scale of this operation, the officer inside must hold a very high rank. If we were to kill him, it wouldn't be surprising if the top brass considered launching missiles inside the city.

I suggest we take hostages immediately and break out while we still can—at the very least, ensure we get out of this country alive.

But Luo Shu simply kept smiling and replied, "Don't worry. It'll be more interesting if we let them keep closing in."

Sharon blinked in surprise at that, but then she recalled—if Luo Shu remained in control of her body, their chances of escaping unharmed were high.

Though it was a bit embarrassing, Sharon had to admit that her own ability to control her body was probably not even one-tenth as effective as Luo Shu's.

She knew that even without any deep abyssal tools to assist her, she was still capable of handling a fully armed 54-man tactical squad through complex terrain.

But Luo Shu? He could take on the same squad head-on in an open field... and wipe them all out.

With that kind of overwhelming power, Sharon had no reason to oppose him. She accepted it.

However, in the very next moment, she heard Luo Shu's cheerful voice:

"Besides, if someone's gonna die... it's not like it'll be me, right?"

That one sentence immediately darkened Sharon's mood.

Right. The one who had crushed the Special Action Team, shot down mortar shells mid-air, and stormed into a police substation with the intention of threatening senior officers from the Metropolitan Police Department—that was her.

In everyone's eyes, it was Sharon Holygrail—the seven-star demon hunter of the secret organization Demon Slayers—who had taken down the government's forces alone.

Not Luo Shu.

She had to take a deep breath to calm herself, only speaking again in her mind as Luo Shu was about to enter the office.

(Your personality is far more vile than I had imagined.)

Sharon had already gotten a hint of it from their first encounter, when Luo Shu deliberately withheld intel about their fight from the SDS.

This was merely confirmation.

The SDS agent she had fought that day—the man who now lurked inside her, controlling her from within—was the one responsible for singlehandedly annihilating an entire infantry unit.

(If all the effort you put into rescuing me was just so you could watch me die, then please... when the time comes, make it quick and painless.)

"If the chance arises, I will."

Luo Shu wasn't surprised that Sharon could sense his ulterior motives.

After all, in the adult world, there's no such thing as unconditional kindness.

The fact that she understood there was no such thing as a free lunch only made his job easier.

The last thing Luo Shu wanted was a subordinate who was an idiot.

Following Maki's lead, Luo Shu stepped into the substation's command room—the same one he had been in before.

Right away, his eyes landed on a long table made of three smaller desks pushed together. On it were a few open laptops, surveillance equipment, and a used tea set.

Across the table sat a young woman in her mid-to-late twenties, with short orange hair, wearing a pristine white designer suit and nude-colored stockings.

As soon as she saw Sharon enter, she looked up. Her gaze was heavy and sharp.

"Sharon Holygrail?"

"Ryoko Yakushiji," Sharon replied, taking a slow glance over the woman before her. Then she grinned, a teasing smile on her face.

"Not going to act like a proud little princess?"

"..." At those words, Ryoko's pupils contracted. Her teeth clenched quietly.

She took a deep breath and let out a slightly defeated sigh.

"What's your price to let me go?"

"What do you think?"

Still smiling, Sharon produced a handgun from seemingly nowhere, as if performing a magic trick, and aimed it directly at Ryoko.

Ryoko didn't speak.

Sharon chuckled and asked again, "Still not going to play the haughty arrogant rich girl role for me?"

Ryoko looked genuinely confused this time. "...Would you throw a tantrum at a terrorist?"

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Shiro Maki opened his mouth but then fell silent, remembering the situation he was in.

Ryoko clutched her shoulder, blood seeping through where the bullet had pierced her right side. Her eyes blazed with fury as she stared at Sharon, as if she could murder her on the spot.

But Sharon simply gave her a benevolent smile and said, "I need a car. One that will get me out safely."

"And in addition to that…"

She tossed a small pill across the table, her tone bright and playful.

"To make sure you don't try anything funny, swallow this."

"For such a small price, I'm sparing your life. I'm quite kind, don't you think?"

Ryoko glanced at the pill. She didn't want to respond, but the gun still pointed at her head left her little choice.

"...You're very kind."

At that, Sharon flashed a dazzling smile and pressed the barrel of her gun against Ryoko's forehead.

"Excellent. Now, for kind little me—swallow it, won't you~?"