The Legend of Level 0 in Academy City

Accelerator, who assists Inoue Eika's blood circulation, initially kept an eye on Kamijou Touma's situation, but later realized it was completely unnecessary and stopped paying attention.

While wondering how Touma Kamijou managed to thwart the attack, Accelerator also remembered what the nearly dead idiot had said to him one morning when he dragged him out for a workout.

There was someone by his side who could defeat him, and at the time he also mentioned that his abilities couldn't be used.

So, this spiky-haired boy must be the one he said could defeat me, right?

Although Accelerator didn't believe anyone could defeat him, he was now taking it to heart.

Misaka Mikoto stared intently at Inoue Hideka's increasingly pale face, her eyes glancing anxiously at the distant street every now and then.

Roar!

Roar! ...

At this time.

A thunderous roar reached their ears, and both Misaka Mikoto and Accelerator looked up in surprise toward the source of the sound.

One dragon head after another emerged from the spiky-haired boy's severed arm. His frail body appeared exceptionally upright against the backdrop of the earth-shattering roar and the overwhelming power of the dragon heads.

The dragon's head roared and hissed as it swept past Kakine Teitoku's body at incredible speed—in an instant!

In a mere instant, in the blink of an eye, the eight dragon heads pierced through Kakine Teitoku's body and returned to Kamijou Touma's right arm, just as Touma's arm began to grow back—

A crackling sound rang out.

Kakine Teitoku's body has disappeared.

Instead... chunks of flesh mixed with bright red blood were scattered across the land like rain!

Ringing~~ringing~~

Just then, the siren of an ambulance approached from afar and reached their ears.

The spiky-haired boy, having vented his frustrations, finally woke up. Looking at the large, scattered pieces of bright red flesh before him, he was bewildered.

What did I just do?

Murder...?

Because of his friend's death, he lost his mind and killed someone.

Staring blankly at his own hands, the boy stood there, silent for a long time.

……

Meanwhile, after the ambulance arrived, Misaka Mikoto hurriedly explained Inoue Eika's condition. With the assistance of medical personnel, Accelerator and the unconscious Inoue Eika entered the ambulance together.

Misaka Mikoto hailed a taxi, grabbed the bewildered spiky-haired boy, threw him into the car, and followed closely behind the ambulance towards the hospital.

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An hour later.

The seventh school district, a university-affiliated hospital.

The Underworld Soul Chaser was currently in a state of chaos.

The boy who had been constantly on his mind had indeed run into trouble. He didn't know what the boy had gone through, nor did he understand why the boy had become like this, but now there was only one thing he could do—

Perform a heart transplant on the teenager in the shortest possible time!

He boasted that as long as he had a breath left, he could save any patient, no matter what kind of patient he was.

But no matter how skilled a doctor is, they cannot escape the ironclad rule: even a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice!

Surgery like a heart transplant is not a big deal for Academy City's technology and the medical skills of the Underworld Soul Chaser.

The difficulty lies in the lack of donors.

Heart transplantation is a surgical procedure primarily performed for patients with advanced congestive heart failure and severe coronary artery disease.

It is an allogeneic transplantation surgery in which the heart of a human who has been determined to be brain dead and has been successfully matched with a donor is completely removed and implanted into the chest cavity of the recipient.

Simply put, the body that needs a heart implanted is called the recipient, and the heart that is implanted is called the donor.

With Academy City's current technology, transplantation still relies on hearts donated by brain-dead patients, and the still-beating organs must be preserved in ice and rushed to the recipient for surgery.

In other words, heart transplantation is not a surgery that can be performed at any time, but rather a treatment method to save the lives of end-stage heart disease patients and improve their quality of life.

The current search and rescue efforts in the underworld have issued a notice soliciting suitable donors from all hospitals in Japan. There's nothing else we can do but wait!

Wait for a suitable donor to appear, and then perform a heart transplant in the shortest possible time.

Knock knock knock!

Just as Mingtu Zhuihun decided to expand the scope of donor recruitment and was about to call a doctor he knew abroad, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Click!

The door opened, and a girl specializing in tea ceremony walked in, wearing the Tokiwadai school uniform for autumn and winter.

The Underworld Soul Chaser remembered this girl; she was named Misaka Mikoto.

Before Mingtu Zhuihun could ask, the girl looked at him with worried, anxious, and pleading eyes, and spoke first:

"Doctor, please...use my heart!"

Chapter 332 Offering Up Your Heart!

"Well……"

The Soul Chaser of the Underworld was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

He really couldn't understand how kids these days could be so dedicated.

Is the quality of teaching in schools really that high now?

They are just a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old children. Why do they not cherish their own bodies, or even their lives, for the sake of others?

The boy was one thing, since brain experiments at least wouldn't cost him his life.

Does this girl named Misaka Mikoto even understand how important the heart is to a person? She just blurted out that she wanted to use her heart.

A person will die without a heart!

Perhaps they genuinely don't understand? That's why they said something so irresponsible.

With this in mind, Mingtu Zhuihun opened his mouth, intending to educate Misaka Mikoto about the importance of the heart.

"Child, you may not understand..."

"No!"

He had only spoken halfway through his conversation about the Netherworld Soul Chaser when Misaka Mikoto interrupted him in a deep voice.

The brown-haired girl with her head down was trembling.

She understood what it meant to donate her heart, and she also understood the consequences of doing so.

She will leave this world where she has only lived for 14 years, a world she still cherishes despite its many disappointments.

I will never see my parents again, never see that weird junior again, never see that kind-hearted Saten again.

The well-behaved early spring, the sworn enemy with big breasts who fights fiercely on sight and refuses to yield to anyone, the spiky-haired boy with strange powers who never confronts anyone head-on, and him—

The teenagers who need their own hearts to prolong their lives will all disappear from their world.

Misaka Mikoto understands all of this.

Are you willing to give it up?

Of course I'm reluctant to part with it!

If you want to know how reluctant she was to part with him, you can probably tell from her slightly lowered, gloomy face and her violently trembling shoulders.

But so what?

By this time, she understood that the cause of the incident was the Indian playing card she had purchased.

The reason that idiot lost his heart was because of himself!

He felt guilty and kept bothering her all the time.

But that's not the main reason.

Misaka Mikoto doesn't want him to die; that's the most important thing.

No matter what, I just don't want to!

Regardless of the reason, whose fault it was, or how things escalated to this point... Misaka Mikoto could ignore all of that—except for one thing! She absolutely, positively could not accept the outcome!

She simply didn't have the energy to think about her specific thoughts right now, such as "what would happen to my parents if I died?" or "would that idiot feel guilty?"

She simply followed her heart's desire and came here, to the face of the Soul Chaser of the Underworld.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her head, her slightly reddened eyes looking at the doctor who had once mistaken her for a frog with unusual determination, and made a serious yet gentle request:

“I know! You die without a heart. That’s why I can’t just watch that idiot die! Doctor, please! Save him! Please… allow me to donate my heart!”

……

After a brief silence, the Soul Chaser of the Underworld rebuked the girl:

"Nonsense! This is utterly reckless! I'm a doctor, not an executioner! The law cannot permit surgery on the heart of a healthy person! This isn't saving a life, it's murder! I absolutely will not grant your unreasonable request! Please leave!!"

"Doctor, you..."

"I can't possibly agree to that! Don't say another word!"

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Outside the office of the Underworld Soul Chaser.

In a corner of the corridor, a long-haired woman in a black trench coat leaned quietly against the wall.

He's been standing here for a while now.

Not long after Mingtu Zhuihun entered the office, he arrived at this place and kept a close eye on the situation inside Mingtu Zhuihun's office.

His ability is called microscopic hydrolysis. He can sense all water, hydrogen, and oxygen molecules within a 30-meter range. As long as he can analyze the vibration of sound on molecules, no sound within 30 meters can escape his perception.

Almost an hour had passed, and Long Ponytail knew that the Underworld Soul Chaser still hadn't received any news of a suitable donor appearing.