Three old seniors rose to welcome the newcomers. It was a cause for celebration; the Makiya army was being reinforced once again. On one hand, their strength would increase, and on the other, knowledge from different worlds was equally precious.
Although the laws of the world were different, and knowledge from an alien world might not necessarily function in one's own, there was a fifty percent similarity between human and banana DNA. Currently, everyone was transmigrating into entertainment works from their previous lives, so there would always be some knowledge that could be put to use.
"Hehe, what new tricks are you trying to play now?"
Suddenly, one of the newcomers gave a cold laugh, his tone unfriendly.
Everyone looked toward him. This person had very severe dark circles under his eyes. Even in this mysterious space where the lighting was insufficient, they could see two eye sockets on his face that were comparable to a panda's.
The newcomer was wearing a striped uniform. At first, it seemed like he had gone to prison for further studies, but upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a hospital patient's gown.
"What, stopped talking?" Patient Makiya straightened his back and looked around. "What kind of act is this? Cosplay? Where are the drugs that need testing?"
As he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally took two steps forward, then suddenly lunged in a burst of speed, rapidly approaching the nearest Soul Reaper Makiya, aiming his hands to choke his neck.
Patient Makiya's body was only that of an ordinary person. In the eyes of the seniors, his speed was pitifully slow, full of openings in every movement, and his mental state seemed somewhat abnormal.
Soul Reaper Makiya didn't dodge or avoid him, allowing the patient to grab his neck. At the moment of contact, the synchronization of memory and power was completed.
Patient Makiya gasped. The memory fusion wasn't painful, but the volume of memories carried by the Makiyas was too massive. It would take some time for him to fully digest these memories and clear his thoughts to understand what was happening.
"Don't be nervous, everyone here is one of us."
Seeing the other two newcomers looking wary and assuming defensive stances, Ninja World Makiya quickly explained. In the next second, he used the Body Flicker to approach the two of them, pressing a hand on each to begin sharing.
Soul Reaper Makiya silently digested the memories and finally understood the reason for Patient Makiya's reaction.
This fellow had transmigrated into the world of Detective Conan.
The soul from the other world didn't seem to integrate well into the Conan world; Makiya's sense of time had gone horribly wrong!
Or perhaps the Conan world itself had a chaotic timeline. Everyone was chaotic in sync, so Makiya, being the only normal person, became the odd one out.
Even though it was Monday today, it would jump to Friday tomorrow. Just after falling asleep on Friday night, he would open his eyes to find it was Wednesday morning. One day it was summer, and the next, heavy snow would fall.
People died on television every day, and everyone seemed used to it. A certain elementary school student's performance on the Reaper's side was hitting record highs.
Even though Makiya constantly checked his phone to calibrate his recognition of the date, gaps inevitably appeared in his speech. His time-perception disorder was soon discovered, and he was 'honorably' forced into a mental hospital for treatment.
At first, the doctors did treat him seriously, but perhaps finding that Makiya was terminally ill and beyond cure, the mental hospital began to force-feed him strange little pills, drawing blood every day for testing and observation.
'Damn it, I've become a guinea pig.'
Makiya thought about resisting and had implemented escape plans, but all ended in failure. The power of a mortal was too weak. He was a transmigrator, true, but he had no golden finger. With the debuff of chaotic time perception, the things he could achieve were truly limited.
The 'attending physician' seemed to be a fellow with a rich imagination. Makiya had seen him through the observation window, chatting happily with a blonde, white-skinned man in a U.S. military uniform.
After every conversation, he would design various strange trials to test Makiya's physiological and mental reactions. After being tortured to the point of fainting countless times, Makiya finally entered the mysterious space.
After finishing with the memories, everyone looked at each other.
"Kill them all," Wuxia Fusion World Makiya said succinctly.
"After sharing power, you will be the God of the new world." Soul Reaper Makiya patted Conan World Makiya's shoulder. "My suggestion is the same: kill them all."
"Are there supernatural elements on Conan's side?" Ninja World Makiya pondered silently.
"Of course there are." The newcomer Makiya, dressed in a plain long robe, took up the conversation. "Setting aside the magician Akako Koizumi, Ran Mouri's physical skills can barely be explained, but Makoto Kyogoku is truly superhuman. There must be supernatural power."
Conan World Makiya took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, as if venting all the torture he had suffered over the years. "If I can reproduce Chakra or Spirit Particles, I'll sink a few of their aircraft carriers first for practice."
"Speaking of which, how exactly does the rule of sharing strength in the mysterious space manifest in a magic-less universe?" The newcomer Makiya in the plain long robe asked the question he cared about most.
"I don't know. Previously, everyone came from transcendent universes." Soul Reaper Makiya frowned in thought. "It can't just directly trigger a global spiritual qi recovery, can it?"
"Don't you worry," Ninja World Makiya comforted him, patting his shoulder. "Your side isn't simple either."
The newcomer in the plain long robe had transmigrated to that era when the Divine Land was sinking and the world was in turmoil. He was born into a wealthy family of means and was even the eldest son.
The nation was in crisis. The great powers glared like wolves and hawks, raising their knives and forks to feast on China's flesh and blood, and there were also the ambitious Japanese invaders who had launched a brazen invasion.
'Under a toppled nest, no egg remains intact.' In this context, Makiya's parents resolutely sold their family property, found ways to clear transportation channels, and purchased supplies to support the local guerrilla forces, even sending their eldest son to join them.
Makiya threw himself into the great cause of resistance with a heart full of passion, intending to make full use of the knowledge he had learned from later generations to help as many people as possible. However, he discovered that everyone in the nearby teams was a talent.
First was his own team. There was a young man surnamed Ma who called himself the King of Explosives. The buns he made not only tasted delicious, but if he threw one after taking a half-bite, it would explode upon hitting the ground with extraordinary power, leaving Makiya greatly shocked.
When it came to unique skills, Makiya's team could only be considered average. Those active 'qixia' were all exceptionally heroic, invulnerable to blades and spears, and capable of taking on a hundred enemies alone. There was one hero who could use qinggong to fly from a city tower to a Japanese lookout post dozens of meters away, even spinning in the air to dodge bullets, before landing steadily on the post.
There was another hero with immense strength who could instantly throw two Japanese soldiers onto a city tower, or pierce through a soldier's body with a single punch, splitting him in half. It was terrifyingly powerful.
According to what the captain said during his free time, a team in the neighboring province all had slicked-back hair and wore bright, neat clothes. They even held unknown firearms that had never been seen before. Their combat strength was incredibly high, and their hairstyles wouldn't even be messed up after finishing a battle.
The deeds of other teams deeply encouraged the morale of the members. Just as everyone's blood was boiling, the team was suddenly attacked. At the critical moment, a young man stood up and took out the enemy's sniper from 800 li away with a single shot.
Makiya was greatly shocked. He believed that he, a mere mortal, was not cut out for guerrilla warfare. The captain also agreed with him; the young comrade's constitution was a bit weak, but he had a good head on his shoulders and could speak foreign languages. As a child of a wealthy family, he had seen much of the world, so the captain recommended him to go to a large coastal city to develop connections with foreigners and secure supplies for the mountain regions.
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