Unlimited Ambition

6. Frog-faced doctor: A doctor who claims he can cure you as long as you are alive.

7. A person can be seen in different places more than 3 times in one day.

Does an urban legend have to have seven elements to be considered an urban legend? Or is this itself an urban legend? This thought suddenly popped into my head.

However, that legend of immortality seems familiar... Could it be that the pink-haired loli really wasn't lying?

I'll grab her and test it out another day. Although it won't have much effect. Speaking of which, I also gained the ability to live forever in my previous world, but the result was tragic.

Thinking about this, I immediately lost interest. Meanwhile, Index cried out, "Wright, I'm hungry!"

So I suggested that I treat the girls to lunch.

"Is this alright?" Chu Chun hesitated a little. What a considerate girl. I gave her a gentle smile, which made her blush and lower her head.

"There's nothing wrong with it. Consider it a return gift for broadening my horizons," I said.

Meanwhile, Kuroko nodded vigorously, fantasizing about putting aphrodisiacs in the food and then taking the opportunity to steal my virginity.

So, the group headed straight for the restaurant, led by a group of four female students.

The four female students brought me to a fast-food restaurant that looked quite ordinary. I guess that's where most student gatherings are held.

Then, the nightmare that had haunted me for weeks began. When the waiter came over with the menu, the four schoolgirls each ordered a rice bowl. After that, the menu ended up in Index's hands.

“Um… I want this, this, and this, and this…” Index naturally couldn’t understand Japanese, so she pointed to the pictures on the menu.

"One serving should be enough, it'll be a hassle if we can't finish it," I said.

Index shook her head: "But I'm really hungry."

Hearing her say that, Haru, the kindest of the four, felt a little sorry for her: "Index, you must have been away from home for many days. It's so pitiful that you haven't had a full meal."

After thinking about it, I agreed to give Index an extra rice bowl. I also announced that I would only buy her a new one after she finished both of them.

Thus began Index's solo performance.

Two bowls of rice with toppings were no problem for her. Then came the third, the thirtieth, the sixtieth, the one hundred and eightyth…

When Index devoured her 230th bowl of rice bowl under the astonished gazes of all the waiters and customers in the restaurant, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"The seven urban legends of Academy City should be changed to eight. I've already thought of a title: The Silver-Haired Girl with a Black Hole Stomach," Ruiko whispered to Haruharu.

Early spring nodded vigorously.

After the silver-haired nun had finally eaten until she was about 80% full (at my insistence), the fast-food waiter tremblingly handed me the bill.

"Thank you for your patronage. The total is 683,700 yen..."

“…Swipe the card.” I also trembled as I took out a bank card. Looking at the little nun whose figure hadn’t changed at all, and who was patting her belly contentedly, I said through gritted teeth.

Chapter Fifteen: Touma Kamijou Continues His Misfortune

Looking at the nun's satisfied expression, I figured it would be quite a struggle to pick her up again. I sighed inwardly. Then I decided to part ways with the other girls.

Although we only spent half a day together (Mikoto spent a little longer), I left a very good impression on the four girls thanks to my handsome face, elegant demeanor, gentle attitude, and strong abilities.

Just now, the girls were making plans to go shopping at the mall after dinner. They didn't expect me to leave so soon. They were all a little reluctant to see me go.

Especially the black guy. He's banging his head on the ground again.

At this moment, Kuroko was banging his head while thinking, "What should I do? I didn't expect Onii-chan to leave so quickly. Does that mean the next part of the drug plan is ruined?! Cheer up, cheer up, Kuroko. At least get Onii-chan to leave his contact information..."

Heaven seemed to have heard her prayer. I chuckled softly and gave them my phone number: "This is my mobile number. However, it's usually out of service (because it's international, and I won't tell them the area code to avoid giving myself away), so it's best to contact me via text message if anything comes up. Of course, I'll also contact you, and I look forward to seeing you again."

I nodded to them one last time and then got their phone numbers. Only Misaka wasn't very cooperative. She gave a soft snort, as if I had to beg her.

Pshaw, I've already said it, I hate arrogant women.

He rolled his eyes inwardly. Then he forced Index to bow as well, and then left.

"Is Big Sister really that heartless? Doesn't she give Onii-chan even a chance?" Kuroko, who had already planned her flanking attack, said this after I walked away: "She didn't even give him a number..."

"You're really on his side, Kuroko." Misaka pinched Kuroko's cheek hard. But her heart was filled with complicated feelings.

By this time, I was already quite far away, holding Index's hand, while simultaneously checking the phone number I had just acquired. Sure enough, there was an extra line, with Misaka Mikoto's name written at the end. The ability to manipulate electrical appliances, huh… what an dishonest child.

I chuckled softly. Then I put my phone away: "Alright, Index, let's go home."

Unexpectedly, Index shook her head: "I don't want to go back."

Where do you not want to go back to? The British Puritans?

"Why?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Because I don't want to lose my memory again..." The little nun seemed somewhat dejected.

"That's easy. You can come to Jerusalem with me then." I was just looking for a reason to get her to come with me.

"Jerusalem?" The little nun's memory is indeed problematic. Doesn't she know about the world's largest country?

“That’s right, the Jerusalem Church is much more powerful than the Anglican Church. They’ll definitely find a way to solve your problem.” I said, then patted her head.

Index was initially excited, but then felt a great deal of disappointment: "Really? But Bishop Laura said that the grimoire of my memories takes up 85% of my memories—"

"She's lying to you," I interrupted her with a laugh.

Index looked at me in disbelief.

“103,000 grimoires… Index, you’re a treasure. Laura is ruthless and unscrupulous. That’s why she set up this method of periodically erasing your memories.” I explained to her.

After saying all that, I couldn't help but laugh: "But should I call her natural, or just incredibly stupid? To use such a clearly unscientific reason—does that sound a bit strange? They're both supposedly on the magical side, yet they insist on using science."

"What exactly happened?" Index was a little annoyed. She grabbed my arm and shook it from side to side.

"I (in order to kill more effectively) have studied ergonomics. So I know a little about the human brain's capacity. Index, don't disbelieve me. The human brain is a very powerful storage device. Let alone 103,000 magic books, even ten times that number, it can be easily memorized. It doesn't take up that much brain capacity at all."

"Eh~" Index had clearly never heard of this before. But it seemed to make a lot of sense.

"So, I don't have to erase my memories every year anymore?" Index seemed very happy.

“Yeah, right.” I nodded. “You can live like a normal person now, and no one will control you. You’ll be free again (yeah, right).”

"Wright, you're the best." The little nun finally believed me completely and threw herself into my arms.

"Good girl." I continued to grope the little nun. Then I added, "I'll destroy that collar when I get back, and then I'll give you another one."

At this point, a sharp glint flashed in my eyes, followed by a fleeting, menacing smile. An wicked grin involuntarily crept onto my lips.

Laura, is this all you've got? If so, you're seriously underestimating all the heroes of the world. I'll accept this A Certain Magical Index without hesitation—consider it your dowry.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud inside, but his face was full of affection as he gently stroked Index's cheek, just like she really was her brother.

※※※

Just an hour ago, Kamijou called to ask for leave, then went to the hospital clutching his stomach—although most people would call an ambulance for a broken rib. But this unfortunate kid was extremely strapped for cash. He couldn't even afford that little bit of money.

And so, Kamijou suffered another tragedy.

A spell to dispel idlers. The King of Hunting Witches. A wicked priest. A gothic nun.

Laura, I'm not trying to be mean, but are there any good people left in your British Puritan community...?

And so, Kamijou almost became a roast suckling pig, and then nearly got smashed into a meat patty. Given his street-smart skills and his overpowered illusion-killing abilities, he shouldn't have been defeated so quickly.

But just now, Kamijou got his ribs broken by the little girl's parents for his lewd behavior (no mistake). It wasn't a big deal if he didn't move around, just a little painful. But then he started moving around—and the rib pierced his lung!

And just like that, Kamijou suffered another tragedy, collapsing to the ground clutching his chest.

"What deep-seated hatred do I have for you?! Do you have to be so ruthless?" Kamijou said, enduring the excruciating pain in his lungs.

"Hand over the A Certain Magical Index, and I'll spare your life!" said the dark-skinned gothic lolita.

"Didn't I already say?! I have no idea what A Certain Magical Index is," Kamijou continued to argue.

"Hey kid, being so stubborn won't do you any good." The scoundrel priest pulled out his cigarette case, took one out, lit it, took a puff—and then blew smoke all over Kamijou's face. He then said this.

"At least tell me, what exactly is this A Certain Magical Index you're talking about?" Kamijou was practically in tears.

“You’re still pretending—” The dark-skinned gothic lolita was about to make a move—to break one or two of his arms or something. But she was stopped by the wicked priest.

"A little girl who looks about eleven or twelve years old, 135 centimeters tall, with long silver hair, wearing a white nun's habit." After saying this, the delinquent priest blew another puff of smoke into the boy's face. The boy already had a hole in his lung. The smoke almost killed him.

"You mean, cough cough cough, you mean, cough cough cough, Index, cough, Index?" Kamijou said while coughing up blood.

"So you knew where she was!" The delinquent priest grabbed Kamijou and said viciously. This aggravated Kamijou's injuries. As a result, Kamijou cried out "Ouch!" and promptly passed out.

"Is he dead?" the dark-skinned gothic woman asked.

"Not yet, but it's almost done," the scoundrel priest replied.

"The Archbishop gave instructions that no one should kill in Academy City unless absolutely necessary." The dark-skinned gothic woman seemed to still have some conscience.

"Find out the location of A Certain Magical Index before he dies, then leave quickly." Okay, I take that back.

"Hmm." The delinquent priest nodded, then proceeded to slap the boy Kamijou repeatedly.

The boy woke up feeling groggy.

"Where is Index?" the scoundrel priest asked.

"I don't know—" After saying that, the boy, seeing that the delinquent priest was about to throw a punch and calculating that the angle would be a blow to the face, quickly added, "Her brother took her away!"

"Her brother?! Index has no brother?!" The delinquent priest seemed to have been stung by the boy's words, his eyes turning red instantly, and he looked ready to tear the boy apart.

"Her brother's name is Wright—Wright Stuart!" At the last moment, Kamijou saved his own life—and then immediately passed out.

The delinquent priest released his grip, tossing the boy, Kamijou, to the ground. He then spat out a cigarette butt and stomped it out. He lit another one.

“Wright Stuart? Have you heard of him?” the dark-skinned goth woman asked.

"Never heard of it, but I can probably guess." My image flashed through the scoundrel's mind. Then he chuckled maliciously.

"Alright, let's go. Let's go meet that Prince Wright," the unruly priest scoffed. He then headed towards the outskirts of Academy City.

The dark-skinned gothic woman followed closely behind, her voice filled with surprise and doubt: "Wait, you mean Prince Wright?! Could it be that you mean that—"

"That's right, it's that Baldwin guy." The scoundrel priest finished another cigarette, then pulled out his cigarette case—it was empty. He couldn't help but snort and littered carelessly.

"Fighting that kind of monster? Are you crazy?!" the gothic woman yelled at him.

The unscrupulous priest didn't even blink, appearing quite pitiful: "Don't worry, even if we lose, he'll most likely spare our lives. Of course, if you're scared, you can go back first. But as for the archbishop..."

"You dare threaten me?!" the goth woman roared.

“I’m just stating the facts,” the scoundrel priest said.