Even if I transform, I will never be captured.

Everyone who knows him sincerely believes that it is truly a miracle that Kamijou Touma has grown up with all four limbs intact.

But starting yesterday, Touma Kamijou discovered that he had suddenly become lucky... no, to be precise, he had become like a normal person:

Because of financial difficulties, I went to borrow money from a classmate, who was not actually in a financial crisis.

I went shopping at the supermarket after school and surprisingly found some discounted vegetables.

What's most surprising is that after reaching his shopping quota at the supermarket today, he received a raffle ticket. With a casual attitude, Kamijou tried it out and actually won!

Hit the jackpot!

Touma Kamijou won the lottery!!!

Touma Kamijou couldn't believe it was real until the saleswoman handed him the third prize.

Kamijou burst into tears on the spot, sobbing uncontrollably while holding the saleswoman's hand, and was almost arrested by the police as a perpetrator of indecent assault.

Touma Kamijou was so excited about winning the lottery for the first time in his life that he couldn't contain himself. In order to fill a certain void in his heart, he started to participate in the lottery like crazy.

then……

Perhaps it was all just an illusion, because Kamijou didn't win the lottery again.

Tsuchimikado Motoharu was a very clever man. He knew that Kamijou Touma was currently in a gambler's mode, and ordinary persuasion would definitely not be effective. So, his eyes darted around, and he said:

"How about this, Shang? I think this store has probably already given out all its prizes, so why don't we try our luck at the next store?"

If we can get Touma Kamijou out of this gambling-obsessed state, everything will be much easier to solve.

"Well……"

Just as Touma Kamijou began to waver, a clear voice rang out from the side.

"Miss, could you please give me a raffle ticket as well?"

A fair, almost translucent wrist emerged from the side, and the voice belonged to an incredibly beautiful young woman.

If Tsuchimikado Motoharu saw such a beautiful girl under normal circumstances, he would definitely whistle and flirt with her.

But for now, he could only pray in his heart that the girl wouldn't win the lottery.

however……

"Congratulations!"

The saleswoman rang the little bell on the table. "Congratulations to this student for winning the first prize!"

"Looks like I've regained my European physique!"

The girl nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing that Touma's eyes were turning red again, Tsuchimikado Motoharu and the blue-haired girl with earrings exchanged a glance and nodded firmly in unison!

Then, the two of them each grabbed one of Kamijou Touma's arms and dragged him out of the store.

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"Stop it! You two bastards! This might be the only lucky day of Touma Kamijou's life, so please let me draw one more time!"

The boy's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving only his mournful cries echoing in the shop.

……

After being dragged out of the store, Touma Kamijou finally calmed down, but he still found it hard to accept the cruel reality. After sending his two best friends away, he sat down on a park bench and decided to be alone.

"Hello, may I sit here?"

A soft, girlish voice sounded beside me.

"of course can."

Touma Kamijou answered this as a matter of course, and then looked up at the girl's face.

Upon seeing this, he widened his eyes slightly, his pupils filled with amazement.

The elegant girl who came into Touma's view was dressed in pure white casual clothes, with her hood hanging down her back, and her long silver hair that reached her hips cascading down like a waterfall. Her face was as beautiful and delicate as a daffodil.

This beautiful girl is so perfect it's unbelievable; she's practically straight out of an anime.

Although... the sack she was carrying on her shoulder really affected her image...

An ordinary high school student like myself would never have anything to do with such a beautiful girl.

Kamijou Touma, with a keen sense of self-awareness, thought to himself, "That's what I'm thinking."

However, to his astonishment, he heard the girl say in a gentle voice, "I am currently accumulating merit for myself. Seeing that you seem to be in a bad situation, I have 10,000 yen to give to you."

"...!"

Is this girl an angel?

However, the next moment, something even more incredible happened.

A twin-tailed girl who looked like an elementary school student suddenly appeared and grabbed the beautiful girl's hand. "I'm a member of the Disciplinary Committee. I suspect you of smuggling items from Academy City. Please come with me to the Disciplinary Committee."

"I didn't! I didn't!"

"We will naturally be able to tell whether it is true or not. Rest assured, we disciplinary committee members will not wrong any innocent person."

"＆*%……*！%@……=^*＆（*”

Watching the beautiful girl being forcibly dragged away by the disciplinary committee member, the spiky-haired boy covered his head with his hands, looking up at the sky with a dejected expression.

You can run into smugglers just by sitting down anywhere. I bet that 10,000 yen was stolen money too.

really……

"It's still unfortunate!"

Author's Note:

PS1. Thanks to bookguest458525786, White Jeanne blowing type Black Jeanne, Suzuki, Songstresszao, and White Feather Raphael's Blade.

Chapter 31 Exterior Brain Substitute

Satella was disappointed.

She is currently sitting in a taxi on her way back to the [Talent Workshop], with Misaki Shokuhou sitting next to her, who has come looking for her.

All of this is clearly a good thing.

But what's with this feeling of a "brat who did something bad, got caught, and then had his parents come to pick him up"?

The whole thing started with that sack of cell phones.

Academy City's technology is two or three decades ahead of the world, and this applies to mobile phones as well. They are among the most popular products outside the city, and every year many people try to smuggle Academy City's products out to the outside world for sale.

Satella's suspicious act of buying a whole sack of cell phones at once naturally aroused suspicion from others.

Although the disciplinary committee found nothing suspicious after reviewing Satella's falsified documents, the fact that she purchased so many phones at once, and that Satella herself could not provide a reasonable explanation, naturally left them uneasy.

As a result, Satella had to find someone to vouch for her in order to leave the disciplinary committee.

Without a doubt, Satella could only summon Misaki Shokuhou.

After briefly appearing in class, she rushed back to the research institute, only to find the room empty and without any notification notes. Anxious, Misaki Shokuhou mobilized all her connections to find Satella, but instead received a call from the Disciplinary Committee, informing her to come to the committee to pick her up, because her friend was suspected of smuggling cell phones—

"..."

Misaki Shokuhou suddenly felt very tired.

Ordinary words could not describe Misaki Shokuhou's current feelings. In the end, she could only cover her forehead and sigh: "I don't want to ask about anything else, but one cell phone is enough. Why did you buy so many?"

Satella blushed and stammered as she explained, "Well... life is unpredictable. Your phone might break down at any time, or the battery might run out and there might not be a place to charge it. So of course, you should buy a few extra as backups."

A completely nonsensical explanation.

Misaki Shokuhou defined Satella's interpretation in her heart as follows.

But she didn't expose him. Instead, she said speechlessly, "If you're worried about your phone running out of power, you can buy a solar-powered power bank. Although phones can't be charged by solar energy yet, power banks have been around for a long time."

...Being backward has limited my imagination!

Satella wished she could bang her head against the car door. If she had known that Academy City had such a magical device, she would never have bothered to buy so many cell phones in such an embarrassing way!

If I hadn't bought so many phones, I wouldn't have been mistaken for a smuggler. If I hadn't been mistaken for a smuggler, I wouldn't have been arrested. If I hadn't been arrested, I would have already fulfilled Touma Kamijou's wish, right?

A moment's misstep can lead to eternal regret!

However, Satella is an optimistic person after all. Besides, she still has almost six days left in the world of A Certain Magical Index. She can do things like giving money anytime. In comparison, the information about the solar-powered power bank is more exciting for Satella.

But then Satella suddenly remembered something and glared angrily at Misaki Shokuhou, "You lied to me!"

"When did I lie to you?" Misaki Shokuhou asked, bewildered.

"You said that research institute is called 'Talent Workshop,' but I've asked many taxi drivers, and none of them know that place!"

"Isn't this just common sense?"

On Misaki Shokuhou's doll-like, exquisite face, a somewhat complex expression appeared. She spoke softly, in an inscrutable tone:

"Unlike the Mizuho Institute's Pathology Analysis Research Institute and other well-known research institutions, the [Talent Workshop] belongs to the [dark side] of Academy City that should not be known to anyone."

"The dark side?" It felt like I had heard some incredible words.

"Satella, I remember you're a level 0 powerless user, right?"

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As if confirming something, Misaki Shokuhou asked the question, and after receiving Satella's affirmative answer, she took a deep breath and revealed a determined expression:

"Do you want to become an ability user—like me, a level 5 superpower user?"

……

……

"The group of mad scientists in Academy City once had this idea."

Inside the massive research institute called "Talent Workshop," Misaki Shokuhou was leading Satella toward the core area.

"If we could obtain the DNA of all the world's great people and then use it to create clones, it would be as if Academy City possessed a group of the world's top talents. Furthermore, we could use their identical physical characteristics to do even more terrifying things—such as replacing a country's president."

"...Thus, in order to achieve this goal, the Talent Workshop was born—just as its name suggests, it is a workshop for producing top talents."