Greetings everybody and welcome to another story, brought to you truly because after searching through every folder in , why can't I capitalize it?
You already know that Akame ga Kill is my favourite and now, now I am making a crossover with a game such as Hyper Light Drifter.
If you guys don't know Hyper Light Drifter, it is one of those indie games that... well... I don't want to spoil it although it isn't exactly a story heavy game but it is a very challenging game which is the reason why I want to make a crossover out of it.
Furthermore, do you know a Web Animation known as Indie Cross? As the name suggests, it is a crossover between every known indie games like Celeste, Undertale, Hollow Knight, Shovel Knight, Cuphead, Dead Cells, Hyper Light Drifter, OneShot, Five Nights at Freddy's and Ultrakill.
I have been going out of my way to make any crossover count because they are underrated and they deserved some recognition and I am determined to make it happen.
Anyway, if you have anymore ideas, let me know in the comments below.
Now, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Akame ga Kill, Hyper Light Drifter and 'The Web of Corruption ( Akame ga Kill x Male Reader ) by '_Neopolitan_'. They belong to their respective owners.
Enjoy.
The cough is the first thing I remember now as it was always there, a ragged edge to my breath, a promise of the end that followed me across the broken land.
They say this world was once whole, built by those who came before, those who touched the stars and understood things we can only glimpse in shattered ruins.
But then came the Titans.
Four nightmares of metal and flesh, birthed from ambition or error, their power tearing the world apart and with their hulking frames, now just mountains of twisted alloy and stone, still scar the landscape, their power leaching into the earth itself.
My journey began not out of heroism, but desperation.
The sickness, the black fragments blooming in my sight, the crippling pain – it was killing me.
I saw visions, glimpses of the past, of destruction, of a final confrontation.
I believed, perhaps foolishly, that by confronting the source of these visions, by seeking out whatever power remained of the ancient civilization, I might find a cure.
Or at least, some understanding before the inevitable.
I set out from the quiet relative safety of the central settlement, my dash module humming softly, my energy blade a familiar weight in my hand.
The world outside was hostile, a vast, decaying cemetery teeming with the progeny of the Titans' destruction – mutated beasts, malfunctioning automatons, scavengers twisted by the lingering power.
The West was choked with a virulent green crystal growth, beautiful in its destructive power as the air crackled with energy.
Here, the land itself seemed poisonous and my blade sang against the hardened chitin of the mutated fauna with my pistol barking swift death against quick-moving threats.
I learned to time my dashes, weaving through barrages of energy, to parry blows that would shatter stone.
It was a brutal schooling, etched in sweat and blood.
At the nexus of that crystal rot, I found the Hanged Man, a testament to the corruption, a hulking brute whose flesh was consumed by the green shards, armed with a monstrous, crystal-edged sword and a sidearm larger than my torso, every step he took shook the ground.
Our fight was a dance of brute force against agility as I dodged his seismic swings, chipped away at his defenses, my dash carrying me through his desperate, wide attacks.
He fell, a mountain of corrupted flesh collapsing into the toxic ground.
Uphill, the North was a desolate, elevated plain, windswept and barren, dotted with the skeletal remains of ancient constructs.
Here, the enemies were more mechanical, more precise but I adapted, relying on ranged shots, using cover, picking my moments as the air felt thinner, colder.
At the heart of the North lay The Hierophant. Not a physical combatant in the way the Hanged Man was as this is a titanic, robed avian figure, its presence commanding as it didn't strike directly, but conjured storms, summoned weaker minions to overwhelm me, carpeted the arena with energy attacks that demanded constant movement and precise dashing.
It was a battle of endurance, of managing threats and finding fleeting windows to strike at the main target before its defenses regenerated. It fell, its silent form a stark silhouette against the harsh northern sky.
Down by the water, the East drowned in the remains of a flooded city as the air hung heavy and damp, the ruins slick with algae and decay with the enemies here are aquatic, amphibious, unpredictable as the water itself being treacherous, slowing movement and hiding dangers.
The Hermit awaited in the depths. A massive, overgrown frog-like creature, its appearance horrific, made worse by the gruesome 'necklace' it wore – a garland of the skeletal remains of the city's former inhabitants.
Its attacks were explosive, its movements surprisingly swift for its size as the fight is a frantic scramble through the submerged ruins, avoiding its toxic spittle and devastating leaps, using the fragmented environment to my advantage as I whittled away at its monstrous form with the water ran dark as it finally succumbed.
South lay the bones of machines, a vast, cracked desert littered with the husks of ancient technology.
The enemies are purely synthetic here, deadly efficient combat robots, each with a specialized function – snipers, melee disruptors, shielded sentinels. It was a gauntlet of precision strikes and tactical retreats, leveraging upgrades I'd found – modules enhancing my pistol's power, adding explosive rounds, perfecting my dash to phase through solid objects.
The Sentients were not a single boss, but a collective, a final defensive assembly with each a masterclass in combat robotics, a relentless and coordinated assault of focused energy beams, crushing melee blows, and explosive projectiles.
I had to treat each one like a boss in itself, learning its pattern, exploiting its weakness, before moving onto the next.
It demanded everything I had learned – mastery of the dash, expert weapon handling, environmental awareness.
They are the perfect, cold guardians of what lay beyond yet through these trials, through the collected fragments of ancient power the bosses guarded, I pushed forward.
My skills sharpened from frantic survival to practiced lethality as my weapon modules grew more potent, my movements more fluid.
The visions intensified, drawing me towards the core of the world, where I knew the source of the illness, thetruethreat, lay dormant, or perhaps, active.
It was there, at the heart of the shattered land, that I found The Judgement.
It wasn't like the Titans or their corrupted spawn.
It was... the blackness itself, the source of the fragments that plagued my sight and body, the entity that was actively destroying the Immortal Cell, whatever ancient mechanism kept this world clinging to existence.
It is the terminal illness given form, a consuming void and the final battle is less a fight and more a desperate struggle against erasure, against the encroaching night.
I poured every ounce of my being, every perfected skill, every charged shot, every precisely timed dash, into that confrontation.
And I finally defeated it, struck it down, dispersed the blackness and silenced the terrible, all-consuming roar at the world's core.
Then... the cough remained.
The blackness didn't fade from the edges of my vision.
The crippling pain didn't recede.
The victory was complete, the immediate threat to the land neutralized, but my own, personal fight was lost.
All this effort, all this pain, all this death – for nothing.
The cure I craved remained elusive, a phantom hope that had driven me to the brink.
The sickness claimed me, just as the visions promised as I felt my body fail, the world fade to black.
My story, I thought, ended there, dissolving into the dust and echoes of a ruined world.
But the story of the Drifter doesn't end there. Instead, it starts where I thought I woke up in the afterlife.
Or at least, I think it's the afterlife.
Well, here is the prologue for these story of my Akame ga Kill/Hyper Light Drifter Crossover because I am that obsessed over the over-the-top dark and edgy anime that I can't making stories out of because if you think I am unhealthy in this obsession, wait until you see other works and tell me you think I'm actually the only one.
Anyway, if you have anymore ideas, let me know in the comments below.
As always...
Ciao...