The Legend of Level 0 in Academy City

Although the Netherworld Soul Chaser injected him with a rapid recovery potion after the experiment this morning, his body still hasn't recovered to its optimal state at this time.

Across from them was the private Wenhe Academy, which wasn't as formidable as the five prestigious schools, but all the participants in the competition were individuals with special abilities.

Unlike their side, where the highest-ranking ability users are only a handful, and those without abilities make up 5% of all the contestants.

Inoue Hideka felt he couldn't win; there was no chance of victory.

Therefore, even though his companions in front of him were struggling to throw the ball into the cage amidst the shockwaves of their abilities, and were occasionally casting dissatisfied glances at him, Inoue Hideka didn't care at all.

He simply held the white ball belonging to his team and tossed it into the air with unusual calmness, doing so intermittently.

The school on the other side has a clear advantage.

In the center of the arena, the ten pole cages were almost entirely filled with red balls, with white balls scattered among them, which looked particularly jarring and ironic.

The match had been going on for a long time, and it looked like the time for the match to be suspended was approaching.

The players from Zhachuan Middle School no longer had time to pay attention to Inoue Eika, that idle fellow; they were all making the most of every second to throw the ball into the cage.

Even though the outcome was already clear, they did not give up and were determined to persevere to the very end.

Inoue Hideka admired their actions.

However, despite his admiration, he didn't want to waste his efforts.

Inoue Hideka didn't believe that adding his own effort would reverse the disadvantage.

Besides, he wasn't feeling well, so he wanted to rest as much as possible.

He has now stopped throwing the ball and is staring intently at the time displayed on his phone.

Time passed second by second.

With only 20 seconds left in the game, Inoue Hideka put his phone away.

He activated the magnetic glove with his palm facing the pole cage in the center of the arena.

The pole cage tilted.

Starting with the first one, within twenty seconds, all ten cages collapsed.

The students under the cage ran away in panic, trying to get away from the danger.

Whether they were students from Zhachuan Middle School or private Wenhe Academy, they all ran away in a frenzy.

Taking into account the students' escape speed, Inoue Hideka deliberately reduced the strength of the magnetic force to tilt the cage as quickly as possible while ensuring everyone's safety.

As the cage tipped over, the red and white balls inside rolled out with a clatter.

Due to inertia, at this point, there are no red or white balls left in the cage.

Inoue Hideka appeared under the rod cage using magnetic gloves the instant the cage tipped over.

Snap, a sound.

He lightly tossed the white ball into the hole.

The entire arena erupted in uproar; everyone—from the players and spectators to the referees—was stunned.

Never before have I seen a game turn around in the final moments!

This completely shattered their traditional competitive mindset!

but……

No one has stipulated that this method cannot be used.

After quite a while, the whistle signaling the end of the match finally blew.

"Match over! Winner: Zhachuan Middle School!"

After a second of silence, the first to cheer were the contestants from Zhachuan Middle School.

They thought there was no hope, and that no matter how hard they tried, they would definitely lose the game!

However, the ending was so unexpected that they still can't believe it.

However, this did not affect their joy of victory. They cheered excitedly and rushed towards the boy in the center of the arena, who had previously angered them but brought them victory!

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It's still the Tokiwadai dormitory.

The empty dormitory remained silent for three minutes.

brush!

Shirai Kuroko has returned here once again.

Without any struggle or hesitation on her face, she resolutely walked towards Misaka Mikoto's bed, picked up the teddy bear without hesitation, and unzipped it.

This time, just this once, I hope my older sister can forgive me...

No matter what, no matter what, I want to be your right-hand man!

With this thought in mind, Shirai Kuroko unzipped her pants and took out the documents inside.

really……

That tactile sensation, it's like this...

As a disciplinary committee member, Shirai Kuroko naturally deals with all sorts of documents and reports on a daily basis.

When she touched the thin fur on the bear's rump, she had a feeling that something similar was inside.

Without dwelling on anything else, Shirai Kuroko began reading the information displayed on the document.

Chapter 268 Misaka Mikoto's Secret

[A method to evolve the level 5 esper "Accelerator" into a level 6 esper using mass-produced esper "sisters"]

Shirai Kuroko looked at the report's title and felt a little puzzled.

lv6?

Same goal as Theristina?

While speculating, Shirai Kuroko shifted her gaze and continued looking down.

'The only person with a chance to become a Level 6 is Accelerator. Accelerator is actually the strongest Level 5 esper in Academy City…'

……

……

'According to the calculations of the tree diagram designer of the prediction device, as long as 128 different battlefields are prepared and the electromagnetic cannon is used to kill Accelerator 128 times, Accelerator will be able to…'

"This……"

Upon reading this, Shirai Kuroko's expression gradually stiffened, and a thought of being unreasonable flashed through her mind.

"Are you kidding me?"

That's too childish!

Railgun, one of only seven Level 7 espers in Academy City, ranked third, was so easily targeted for murder!

This is impossible!

That's absolutely a joke!

Despite thinking this, Shirai Kuroko's expression grew increasingly grim!

She understood that the report, which her older sister had hidden away in such a way, was unlikely to be fake.

Moreover, there are still some unknown mysteries troubling her.

Suppressing the rising anger within her, Shirai Kuroko continued reading the report.

'But naturally, we can't prepare 128 railguns, all of them being Level 5 superhumans. Therefore, we've set our sights on the sisters in the railgun mass production plan that's underway at the same time.'

Her hand holding the report had begun to tremble, but Shirai Kuroko was oblivious, trying to remain calm and gradually closing her eyes on the darkness that might shatter her daily routine.

'...As long as we prepare 20,000 battlefields and 20,000 sisters, we can achieve the same goal.'

"..."

Inhuman? Horrible? Outrageous? Shocking?

At this moment, Shirai Kuroko was at a loss for words to describe the plan.

This is a fact.

I'm not kidding.

She was clearly aware of this, but understanding it was one thing, but how could she possibly accept such a thing, such incomprehensible behavior, all at once!

Twenty thousand sisters, that's twenty thousand!

Even if it's a clone, it's still a living, breathing human being!

The brutal killing of 20,000 people was carried out by one side, whether they were the planners, decision-makers, or implementers!

How could they... be so heartless?

Big sister...

What were her feelings at that time?

Misaka Mikoto was not an accomplice in the experiment; she did not voluntarily provide her DNA.

Shirai Kuroko immediately understood this from the information displayed by the barcode in the upper left corner of the report.

Below the barcode, the number representing the connection terminal ID is: 415872-C

The number representing the data file ID is: 385671-A

The clear distinction between A and C indicates that this report was not obtained through normal channels.

It was most likely obtained by using her familiar abilities to hack into the database.

So, what kind of pain is this older sister enduring inside when she forces a smile in front of me?

Just thinking about this made Shirai Kuroko feel an overwhelming sense of guilt.

If I had pressed further and investigated more deeply back then, could I have shared this pain with my older sister?