Unlimited Ambition

"If you get beaten up by some thugs on the street, you can only say you're unlucky," I replied.

“But those two delinquents were also going to see Index,” Kamijou explained.

"Oh... is it one with red hair, very tall, who smokes a lot and has a barcode on his face; and another with hair like a lion, very dark skin, and wearing Gothic Lolita fashion?" I asked.

"That's right, those two too. Did you run into them too?" Kamijou asked casually.

So that's how it is... This guy came for Index. He didn't know I had her with me, so he attacked Kamijou. He almost killed him.

That's really unfortunate.

I shook my head: "A little harder!" For some reason, after punching Kamijou in the face, I felt much better. I'll definitely do this more often in the future.

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After taking a shower, I successfully traded a bottle of iced milk for Kamijou's cheap friendship, along with the comment, "Wright, you're such a good person."

As I lamented that the friendship between teenagers was only worth a bottle of milk, I greeted five distinctive girls who had just finished showering.

Kamijou suddenly realized that his earlier judgment that "this guy is a good person" had been far too hasty.

"The young man the landlady mentioned, who brought five beautiful women out to play and was quite the ladies' man—that's you, Wright?!" The intellectually challenged Kamijou suddenly realized something and blurted it out.

"What's wrong? Are you envious or jealous?" I rolled my eyes.

As a complete loser in life, Kamijou knelt on the ground, lol. After that, to avoid further upsetting me, he declined my invitation to dinner and ran back to his room, looking utterly dejected.

These young people nowadays... really, they can't handle the slightest bit of stimulation.

I shook my head, then picked up a piece of tuna and put it in Miser's bowl.

"Dinner is too lavish... It's such a waste if we can't finish it..." came the bittersweet voice from the other end of the line.

Meanwhile, Kamijou was trying to make instant noodles, only to be told there was no hot water, and he tearfully ate the noodle cake.

After dinner, we gathered again in the Misaka sisters' room and played cards for a while. As midnight approached, I refused Shirai Kuroko's advances one last time, and then, under the reluctant gazes of the others—as if I were going to my execution—I left the room with Uiharu.

"Time to sleep." Looking at the little girl in front of me with her blushing face, I couldn't resist teasing her.

"I, I, I will try my best..." Chu Chun was so anxious that she misspoke as soon as she opened her mouth.

I didn't refuse, but said, "Let's cheer each other on then."

After hearing what I said, Chu Chun fainted again. I chuckled to myself, thinking: such a pure and lovely girl isn't necessarily a bad thing. But then I thought better of it. The soundproofing in this hotel doesn't seem very good. If someone overhears me, I'll be in big trouble.

And so, I placed Chuchun on her bed. Then I prepared to fall asleep myself—wait! This feeling?! What's going on?! Cold sweat instantly streamed down my forehead.

Damn it, damn it all, absolutely damn it?! Who on earth is this person who managed to cast such a powerful spell?! Angelic Fall?! Holy crap! I'm still alive! And they actually used Angelic Fall in the mortal realm?! This is a blatant slap in the face.

No matter who you are, just wash your neck and wait, I will absolutely, absolutely not let you go—before that, you'd better cast a defensive spell on yourself.

After I cast a defensive spell on myself to neutralize the angel's fall, I also cast one on Haruhi next to me. As for the others, I couldn't manage them all.

"Forget it, I'll talk about it tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. Then I crawled into my bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Who knows how chaotic the world will be tomorrow? That was my last thought before falling asleep.

The next morning, I was having breakfast with the President of the United States, his bodyguard, an unknown little girl, and the still cheerful and oblivious Haru and Misaka Misaki—when I heard a scream from the hallway. It seemed to be Kamijou's scream.

I rolled my eyes. Tch, making a fuss over nothing—wait, could it be that Kamijou wasn't affected by the Angel's Fall spell? Or is this guy the one who cast the Angel's Fall spell…?

My mind raced for a moment, and I immediately ruled out that possibility. Kamijou isn't smart, nor is he strong. He has absolutely no abilities—he doesn't even know much about magic. To say he could trigger an angel's fall is like saying a pig could fly!

That's something else entirely.

Illusion Killer…what a convenient ability. It can nullify all abilities. Back then, when the State Church received the information, they were still skeptical. But now, whether they believe it or not, I do.

"Kamijou-kun, what are you yelling about so early in the morning?! Come in and have a quick meal with us."

"Onii-chan... Kuroko doesn't want to eat with those apes." The US president sitting next to me said in a coquettish tone.

The hater really came through this time—he was exactly like that black president from head to toe. Yet he spoke in that same affected, high-pitched voice as always. Caught completely off guard, I almost threw up.

At that moment, Kamijou, the boy who had rushed in to tell me about the chaos that had gripped the world, stood frozen in place. He watched as the President snorted, then closed his eyes, turned his head away in a haughty manner, and almost threw up, just like me.

"What, what's going on?!" Kamijou stammered, his tongue seemingly tied in knots.

"Nothing's wrong, let's eat." I sat down.

"I just saw another Misaka Mikoto downstairs, wearing the old man's clothes, picking her ears—" I interrupted Kamijou's words with my fist. Then, under the astonished gazes of everyone, I dragged him out and said to those "youngsters," "It's okay, it'll be over soon. Keep eating, keep eating. Don't be shy."

"Wright, what are you doing?!" I slammed him hard onto the hallway floor. Kamijou yelled.

"Don't make a sound! Be quiet! I'll tell you what happened!" I said.

……

A few minutes later.

"So, the 'Angel's Fall' spell, caused by someone unknown, has changed the appearance of the vast majority of people?" Touma Kamijou's voice was filled with doubt. "That's impossible. You guys must have all teamed up to lie to me—"

As Kamijou finished speaking, I punched him on the head again: "Are you an idiot? Who would go to such lengths and create such a complicated situation just to fool a nobody like you?!"

Seeing that Kamijou looked completely clueless, I decided to scare him a little: "Speaking of which, what you should be most worried about right now is your life."

"Huh? My life?" Kamijou couldn't understand at all.

I rolled my eyes: "Magicians would definitely sense the spell of the fallen angel. They would be furious to wake up and see their appearance changed."

"What does that have to do with me?" Kamijou was still puzzled.

I couldn't help but punch him again: "Because up until now, you idiot, you're the prime suspect! One of the few people in the world whose appearance hasn't been altered!!"

Kamijou shouted in protest, "I didn't do anything! It has nothing to do with me!!"

"What's the use of telling me?! You can explain to those furious mages when they come over."

"But, but—" Kamijou, for once, suddenly understood: "Wright, your appearance hasn't changed either, has it?"

“I have said that I am a Jerusalemite.” I did not elaborate further. I stated the reason directly: “The piety of the people of Jerusalem is world-renowned. I believe that most magicians would not believe that I was the one who caused the angel’s fall.”

"What should I do?" After listening to me for so long, Kamijou panicked and looked at me helplessly.

“Keep searching.” I sighed softly. “Before that, find the real caster. Then stab them. Everything will be fine.”

"Are you going to kill someone?" Kamijou asked. "If possible, could you please refrain from using violence..."

"You idiot!" I punched him in the head again. "At a time like this, it's either you or him who dies. If he dies, it can solve a global crisis—but if you die, it'll be a wasted life!"

Chapter Thirty: It Seems Like an Old Friend Has Arrived

Kamijou experienced a hellish breakfast. Me too.

After breakfast, Kamijou and I rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything we'd eaten. Kuroko's destructive power was truly astonishing. And Ruiko's bodyguard only added fuel to the fire—a muscular man acting like a teenage girl—there's absolutely nothing more terrifying in this world.

"I absolutely, absolutely must break this damned spell! I swear in the name of the Ninth Primal God! I will kill the caster! Through the nine heavens and ten earths, until death do us part—ugh..." I swore silently while vomiting violently.

By the time both Kamijou and I were too exhausted to continue vomiting, the "girls" were making plans to go to the beach. I decisively refused them. Then, I used Kamijou as a shield, declaring that I was going to go with him to meet his parents.

"What's the point of two grown men meeting each other's parents..." the US president muttered under his breath, but I ignored him.

And so, the newly formed duo of friends left the inn. On the way, I glanced at the landlady, and she really had turned into a Misaka Sister. But then I thought, there are nearly ten thousand Misaka Sisters in the world. Miser was probably swapped with one of the Sisters, which is why it wasn't obvious.

Along the way, Kamijou and I were filled with trepidation. We saw old men in their seventies or eighties dressed in sailor uniforms, seemingly on their way to school. Several sleazy middle-aged men were chasing each other, each holding a balloon. Two or three shady-looking girls were flirting with a burly man over two meters tall…

"I don't think it would matter if the world were destroyed," I said to Kamijou.

"No, please, please save this world's life." That's what the boy Kamijou replied.

At that moment, I suddenly realized I'd come to the right place—I saw a girl dressed as Mikoto running towards me, calling out "Onii-chan..." as she ran. I was sure she was calling for Kamijou. And if things continued like this, she might very well end up in Kamijou's arms.

Technique: The Key to a Sudden Strike - Sweep Kick!

Immediately after, I kicked Kamijou down. Since I didn't know whether she was male or female, I didn't dare to catch her, so I reached out and pressed down on her head, stopping her forward momentum.

Misaka Mikoto paused for a moment, then tried to continue charging forward. However, she found herself unable to break free. She became somewhat anxious, wildly flailing her arms as if trying to hit me. But given Mikoto's height and reach, she was no match for me and failed.

Just then, two more people slowly approached from a distance. They were walking side-by-side, seemingly a couple… Wait! That…that…Index?!

Leaving aside the slovenly middle-aged man on the other side, the girl next to him—though dressed in a more mature dress and sun hat, and behaving more like an adult—her face and flat figure were unmistakably Index!

"Kamijou, I think you should really talk this over." I grinned maliciously and pulled Kamijou up from the ground. Kamijou watched as "Index" and another middle-aged man approached, and he felt something was off—especially when "Index" called him by his nickname, "Kamijou-chan," my murderous aura almost materialized. The sight made Kamijou dizzy.

"It's a misunderstanding! It has nothing to do with me!" the boy Kamijou cried out.

"I'll settle the score with you later." I calmed down a bit. I knew it wasn't really his fault. But... it was really disgusting. So disgusting that I almost couldn't resist drawing my sword and killing that middle-aged man.

"Please don't do that!" The boy, Kamijou, who had already figured out that I was a siscon, naturally understood what I wanted to do. So he pleaded with me not to kill his father.

However, something unexpected happened to Kamijou: in a split second, I changed my expression to a friendly smile. Then, I took "Misaka Mikoto's" hand and asked her with a smile what her name was and how old she was.

Ryujin Otohime is eight and a half years old, a second-grade elementary school student, and Touma Kamijou's cousin.

"So good, so good." I used my head-patting technique again, completely subduing this elementary school student. Then, under Touma Kamijou's dumbfounded gaze, I walked over to his parents and started chatting with them.

Touya Kamijou, 35 years old, is Touma Kamijou's father.

Shina Kamijou, 32 years old, is Touma Kamijou's mother.

After a long conversation, I had basically dug out all their secrets. Kamijou's father even chuckled and handed me a strange doll, saying it was a souvenir he brought back from abroad.

They didn't seem like the caster of a fallen angel. But we can't be careless. Should we try some of the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty first? I muttered to myself as I watched the couple walk towards the inn.

"Please don't do that. And why do my parents turn a blind eye to your evil deeds and let you beat their son?" Kamijou said, rubbing his head.

"It's just a friendly gesture. It makes ordinary people around you feel that you are a kind and friendly person. In this state, even if I took a knife and killed ten or eight people in the street, no one would call the police," I replied.

"There's such convenient magic? — No, wait, Wright, could you please give some less terrifying examples?" Kamijou seemed quite exasperated.

"Oh, then three or five will do." I shrugged and walked towards the beach.

"Aren't we looking for the caster of the fallen angel's spell?" Kamijou asked as he chased after them.

“It’s not that easy. I just got through to Jerusalem on the phone. The entire magic faction is basically in chaos. But I did manage to get some useful information.” I said as I walked.

"Useful information? What is it?" Kamijou asked.

"There are two, one good and one bad. Which one do you want to hear first?" I asked.

Touma Kamijou hesitated for a moment: "Listen carefully first."

I nodded. "It's said that the state church of Jerusalem just used some kind of powerful artifact to scan the entire Earth. Afterwards, they discovered the location of the caster," I said.

"Great! Then hurry up and catch the caster, then undo the spell!" Kamijou said cheerfully, before asking, "So, what's the bad news?"

I curled my lips into a wicked smile: "The bad news is that the caster is probably located near this hotel."