A Scientific Urban Detective.

Chapter 913 The Backlash of Magic

Having finally arrived at the battlefield as quickly as possible, Jian Gongzhai's attention was immediately drawn to the ruins beneath the city walls, which looked as if they had been subjected to carpet bombing. Then he saw a man lying on the ground, with the Pope and Lin Wuming and others standing in a circle around him...

Jian Gongzhai felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had had a similar experience not long ago.

That's right. Just yesterday, when they arrived at the Church of Orsola to meet Lin Wuming and Touma Kamijou, they saw the same scene—the enemy lay on the ground, their fate unknown, while the man named Lin Wuming stood aside as a victor.

The Amakusa group looked at each other in bewilderment. They had done their best to get there as quickly as possible, taking less than ten minutes, but even so, they still couldn't make it?

"Thank you for your hard work," Kanzaki Kaori said, looking at her companions with a complicated expression. "But as you can see, the battle is over, and the enemy... has been defeated."

"I'm too slow again, damn it!"

"We didn't help at all, and we even missed the cruise... Doesn't this make us look like clowns?"

The Amakusa-style fighters started complaining, knowing they were prepared to face a formidable enemy like the Rear Water.

In the end, nothing happened. Although it was a good thing in terms of the outcome, it still inevitably left people with a sense of disappointment, like punching into empty air.

"Alright, I have indeed seen your intentions and your resolve." Kanzaki Kaori could only smile wryly. "Besides, even I couldn't be of much help, so you don't need to be too discouraged."

Hearing their female pope say this, the Amakusa-style people's gazes toward Lin Wuming changed again. They had long known that this second-in-command of Academy City was exceptionally powerful, but they never expected him to be this strong.

A mortal can defeat a saint, or even possess "angelic power"—such a powerful being actually exists, and in the science-oriented Academy City no less.

But then again, can someone like Lin Wuming, who is beyond the norm, really be considered a "mortal"?

The Amakusa group had very mixed feelings, feeling that the existence of such a super strong person was a mockery of them, who were truly "mortals".

"This has really blown up..." Tsuchimikado Motoharu, who had come with Amakusa Shiki, didn't have much idle sentimentality and muttered to himself absentmindedly.

"This is William Orwell, who almost became a general in the Knights?" Steele sized up the man lying on the ground. "So, what should we do with him now?"

“That’s the problem.” Tsuchimikado Motoharu took two steps back, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “This has nothing to do with me. Just pretend I was never here. You can deal with it yourselves.”

It was as if Tsuchimikado Motoharu was dealing with a hot potato; he avoided it like the plague and turned to leave.

He had only taken two steps when he turned back to remind them, "No matter how you handle it, there will be side effects, so my only advice is to make a decision as soon as possible—before the orthodox church reacts."

Just then, Gao Pinghongliang's voice suddenly rang out from the direction of the city gate, loudly proclaiming through the loudspeaker: "Mr. Lin Wuming... uh, the chairman has something to discuss with you. Please move to the conference room with your guests."

“Looks like we don’t need to worry about this anymore.” Stiyl shrugged. “Next up is time for king-to-king negotiations.”

With that, Steele took out his phone and contacted the High Priestess Laura, who was far away.

Both the incident itself and the significant "trophy" of the rear water are worthy of direct negotiation between the highest leaders of both sides.

Of course, Lin Wuming had no interest in such negotiations, and even if he attended the meeting, it wouldn't make any difference—on truly important matters, Academy City was always ruled by Chairman Aleister. So, after leading the mages into the meeting room, Lin Wuming and the girls took the opportunity to leave.

Lin Wuming went straight to the hospital.

During the battle, in order to actively enter "bullet time" mode, Lin Wuming activated the magic twice, and thus suffered a backlash.

Furthermore, because he was caught in a high-speed battle with the water behind him, Lin Wuming's body and mind were also under considerable strain.

During battle, minor discomfort can certainly be overcome with willpower, but after the battle, it is still necessary to seek medical attention as soon as possible.

In his office, Mingtu Zhuihun looked Lin Wuming up and down, who had come to him in person, with a look of curiosity on his face.

"It's so rare..."

Lin Wuming said, "Indeed, my injuries this time weren't serious. I only did it as a precaution..."

"No, no, no," Mingtu Zhuihun waved his hand, "You don't need to explain coming to the hospital. I'm used to it. But... why are you alone this time?"

"Because I'm the only one who got injured?" Lin Wuming was somewhat confused.

"What I mean is, what about that girl, Tiger Bee? Or Shokuhou Misaki, or Misaka..." Meido Tsurugi said, counting on her fingers, "By the way, I heard recently that little girl from the Shirai family has gotten involved too, right?"

"...You're a doctor, you don't need to be so gossipy, do you?" Lin Wuming retorted. "Anyway, for various reasons, we've decided to keep our distance for now...after all, you see, I'm not seriously injured."

If Lin Wuming were truly critically injured, his bedside would surely be surrounded by people, right?
Netherworld Soul Chaser shook his head repeatedly: "You really are a young man. How can you 'keep your distance' at a time like this? You should shamelessly get closer and close the distance!"

"Don't meddle in other people's business. Why are you all so fond of gossiping about these things..." Lin Wuming complained. "Alright, let's get down to business! I'm injured!"

Mingtu Zhuihun seemed to have not finished speaking, but in the end, his professional ethics prevailed.

Lin Wuming made his request as a patient, and Mingtu Zhuihun, as a doctor, had no choice but to immediately get into the swing of things and begin the diagnosis and treatment.

As a result, Lin Wuming lay in the multi-functional medical pod for three hours.

Seeing the relentless pursuit of the Netherworld Soul Chaser around him, never stopping for a moment, Lin Wuming finally couldn't help but ask, "Is it really that complicated? My injuries this time shouldn't be too serious, right?"

“Lin Wuming,” the doctor sighed helplessly, “what do you take me for? I’m just a doctor with slightly better medical skills, not a priest character in a game. It’s unrealistic to expect me to heal injuries instantly by chanting a few spells.”

"Of course I know that..."

“Furthermore, while your injury isn’t serious, a full recovery won’t be easy,” said Mingtu Zhuihun. “Your actions are like drinking poison to quench your thirst—a slow form of suicide!”

(End of this chapter)