Zongman: The post-2D era

The sky in the Academy City in the real world is bright and sunny, and a long line passes through the circular portal in the heart world.

Misaka Mikoto was currently being interviewed by the first Level 6 Honorary Officer at Tokiwadai.

At the former location of the second branch of the Morning Light Research Institute, Feng Feng walked out of the black vortex of the space channel and looked around at the open space and weeds.

Chen Guangwei in the heart world stared at "Shokuhou Misaki" on the screen, and her voice sounded in the headset on Fengfeng's ear.

"This cunning vixen actually came to pick you up! You are really popular!"

Feng Feng frowned, tapped the earphone lightly with his fingers, and whispered to Chen Guangwei to confirm the location: "Are you sure this is the coordinate point? Check it again."

The headset quickly sent back a confirmation message. At the same time, Shokuhou Misaki approached with light steps, her eyes sharp as she scanned the surroundings:

"Feng Feng, this is indeed the former site of the Morning Light Research Institute, but everything is different now."

"Look, those original buildings have become empty spaces now. The energy fluctuations that permeate through the space are abnormal and strong, as if they are hiding unknown secrets."

As she spoke, the weeds around her seemed to sway gently with this unknown energy, adding a sense of mystery and uneasiness.

In Feng Feng's earphones, Chen Guangwei's breathing sounded a little heavy, with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Shokuhou Misaki glanced at the small communication device, then pulled out a tightly sealed document from the exquisite handbag she was carrying and handed it to Fengfeng.

On the cover of the document, “The mystery of the overnight disappearance of the Morning Light Research Institute – Top Secret” was printed in large gold letters.

Her eyes were deep, as if she could see through everything: "Except for a few of us, the world has forgotten about it. Morning Light Group is as if it never existed."

As the words fell, a gust of wind blew, and the weeds swayed more violently, as if even nature was sighing for this dusty history.

Feng Feng's fingers gently pressed the earphone, and he looked at Shokuhou Misaki with sharp eyes. His voice was calm and firm: "Shokuhou, according to Chen Guangwei's instructions, I need to ask you a few questions to confirm my condition."

Shokuhou Misaki smiled slightly, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, but she still maintained her composure. "Please."

She raised her hand gracefully, motioning Feng Feng to continue. Feng Feng quickly asked a series of questions, each of which accurately tested the clarity of his thinking and the integrity of his memory.

At the same time, he took out a small test tube from his pocket and dropped a few drops of unknown liquid into it. This was a special reagent made by Chen Guangwei.

A faint blue light suddenly burst out from the test tube, which contrasted with the top-secret mark on the document in his hand, as if a silent verification ceremony was taking place.

Feng Feng's face was solemn. He pressed the earphone gently, as if he could feel Chen Guangwei's unspeakable grief through this tiny device.

His voice was low and full of concern: "Shokuhou, do you know where Chen Guangwei's family is now after the disappearance of the Chen Guang Institute?"

On the other end of the headset, Chen Guangwei's sobbing became more obvious, like fallen leaves blown by the wind, circling helplessly in the air.

Shokuhou Misaki's expression became complicated. She shook her head slowly. The air around her seemed to solidify and the weeds stopped swaying.

Only the morning light remained in Feng Feng's ears, and the intermittent but heart-piercing crying sound echoed in the empty old site.

Feng Feng tapped the earphone lightly, and his gentle words were like a spring breeze: "Chen Guangwei, don't be too sad, we will find out the truth, I am your "Lord".

After saying that, he put away his heavy expression and walked side by side with Shokuhou Misaki towards the only building standing in the old site at the mouth of the ground.

The building is a bit old, with mottled exterior walls, but you can still vaguely see its former glory. A faded sign hangs at the door, with the big characters "Morning Light Tutorial School" swaying gently in the breeze, making it particularly eye-catching.

The sound of children's laughter could be heard from inside the building, forming a sharp contrast with the bleakness outside.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds and onto the building, bringing a glimmer of life and hope to the ruins. However, Shokuhou Misaki said with a gloomy face that she could not go in.

The moment Feng Fengxiang nodded and stepped into the building, Chen Guangwei's voice in the headset returned to calm, but with a barely perceptible tremor:

"This 'Morning Light Tutorial School' is a real estate investment property of our group and was rented to a European."

“The traces of Chenguang Group in the real world were erased, but the building remained. This is not normal.

"There must be something abnormal about the spatial structure here. My perception tells me that it hides rules that do not belong to this world."

The sunlight shines through the broken windows, illuminating the faded walls in patches. Each beam of light is like a crack in time and space, vaguely revealing a scene that does not belong to reality.

The children's laughter echoed at the end of the corridor, but it carried a hint of ethereality that did not belong to the human world.

Feng Feng stopped and stared ahead, as if he could see through the wall and see the secrets hidden behind it.

There was a faint musty smell in the air, intertwined with the occasional exotic floral scent, which made people feel chilly.

"Feng Feng, there's a person behind the left support column?!"

Feng Feng followed Chen Guangwei's instructions, slowly turned his head, and fixed his eyes on the pillar on the left.

It was a cubic pillar supporting the old corridor, its surface covered with traces of time, mottled and dull.

At first, everything seemed normal. There was nothing behind the pillar, only dim light and shadows interweaving with the mottled wall.

But at the moment when Feng Feng stared, an inexplicable chill seemed to surge in the air, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Gradually, a crack appeared behind the pillar as if torn open by an invisible force, and a pale, bloody hand slowly stretched out, fingers trembling slightly, palm facing upward, as if silently asking for help.

The appearance of the hand was so abrupt, forming a sharp contrast with the dilapidated surrounding environment. The smell of blood in the air made people frown involuntarily and their hearts tightened.

Feng Feng held his breath. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Only that hand and the blood dripping from it silently told the unknown fear and secret.

Feng Feng carefully moved in a subtle arc to the back of the left pillar, his heart beating violently in his chest, almost breaking through the restraints of his skin.

The sight before him made him widen his eyes and yell out the name: "Kamijo Touma!"

Kamijou Touma slumped on the ground, covered in blood and mud, looking extremely miserable.

His black clothes were torn to shreds, and the exposed wounds were covered with dark red blood scabs, some of which were still slowly oozing blood.

However, despite this tragic situation, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and his eyes still sparkled with an unyielding light.

“Kamijo-san, am I finally not unlucky anymore?”

Feng Feng had an expression of shock and confusion that was difficult to conceal. He squatted down and tried to check Kamijou's injuries.

Chapter 873 The Magician Who Calls Himself the Lord

Tuesday, November 22

In the alley beside the building that was originally rented by the Morning Light Research Institute to a cram school, Feng Feng looked around at the garbage and debris.

Kamijou Touma used his right hand to dig at the gravel on the wall, revealing the red bricks inside and sighed, "What a misfortune!"

Index carefully examined the golden patterns that occasionally appeared on the wall and said angrily:

"Dig quickly, are you doing this to Sakura who treated you for your illness?"

Index's eyes suddenly became deep, as if countless books were flipping rapidly in front of her eyes, with the light of knowledge flickering in them.

Her little finger gently slid along the winding golden patterns on the wall. Every time she passed a place, the golden patterns seemed to tremble slightly, as if responding to her touch.

Then, she turned her head sharply and looked at Feng Feng with a sharp gaze, her voice carrying a hint of urgency:

"Feng Feng, what do you think about the magical effect of this 'Golden Great Evolution Technique'? Is there a way to crack it?"

Her fingers drew a complex pattern in the air, and the air seemed to be filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Index's question was like a key that instantly opened the treasure trove deep in Feng Feng's memory. All the plots in "A Certain Magical Index" flashed quickly through his mind.

The corners of his mouth curled up subtly, and his eyes turned strangely to Kamijou Touma who was trying to dig the red bricks, as if he had discovered some incredible secret.

He slowly extended his finger and pointed at Touma in an unquestionable manner, with a hint of joking in his tone:

"The answer may be hidden in the 'Mr. Unlucky' next to you. He has the potential to break the 'Golden Great Evolution Magic Barrier'."

"Of course, the prerequisite is that you are captured by the magician inside first, and then he can "rescue the princess"!"

Index glanced at Kamijou Touma who was still digging holes in the wall, shook her head and sighed, saying, "I definitely don't want a prince like that.

At this moment, Kamijou Touma suddenly exerted force with his right hand, and with the sound of gravel falling to the ground, he finally dug out a red brick.

After the red bricks were removed, a square light shield emitting a faint golden glow was revealed. The inside of the light shield seemed to contain endless magical power, and it was flashing an alluring luster in the faint light.

The space around the light shield seemed to be distorted, and any object that tried to approach would be gently bounced away by an invisible force.

Kamijou Touma's eyes widened, staring at this sudden discovery in disbelief.

"Stupid Touma, be careful!"

Index flashed like an agile cheetah and pounced on the dazed Kamijou Touma, pulling him to her side with unmistakable eagerness in her movements.

Almost at the same time, the golden square light shield hidden behind the red bricks seemed to be touched. Suddenly, a dazzling golden ray broke through the shield, like lightning cutting through the night sky, pointing directly at Feng Feng not far away.

Feng Feng's eyes flashed, his body did not move, but his white hand was raised at an incredible speed, palm facing up, as if to catch this indescribable power.

The golden ray hit his palm, but was lightly deflected by an invisible barrier, making a soft "hiss" sound, and a subtle wave filled the air.

It was as if even time had stopped. Where the rays came into contact with the barrier, tiny golden stars flew everywhere, like the most brilliant fireworks in the night sky, but with a dangerous atmosphere that could not be ignored.

Index turned back nervously, her emerald eyes full of worry, and asked hurriedly, "Touma, are you okay?"

Kamijou Touma was stunned for a moment, then he touched the back of his head and said with a silly smile: "It's okay, I was just scared."

At the same time, behind the golden square light shield, through the gap in the red bricks, a white magician in a black priest robe could be vaguely seen.

His face was hidden by the shadow of the hood, only his deep blue eyes flashed with a strange light.

"What an incredible strong man, he has integrated the Golden Dayan Technique into himself!"

He stared at Feng Feng's white palm which casually blocked the golden rays, his mouth curled up in disbelief, as if he had witnessed the most incredible miracle in the world, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his eyes filled with shock and desire.

"This is what I want. If I can do this, I will definitely become the 'Master'!"

Index pulled Kamijou Touma, and the two of them pressed against the wall, like ghosts in the night, silently moving to the blind spot of the black priest-robed magician's sight.

There was a hint of uneasiness in Kamijou Touma's eyes, but he still tried to stay calm and followed closely behind Index.

Their target was the slightly open gap at the main door, as if they were preparing to secretly rescue their friends when the white magician was least prepared.

Feng Feng stood facing forward, attracting the magician's attention.

He coughed lightly, and his voice echoed in the empty hall with unquestionable majesty:

"Academy City does not welcome any magicians who enter here without permission. On behalf of the "Anbu Error", I notify you to leave immediately!"

His tone was calm and firm, and his fair face looked particularly stern in the dim light, as if he was a messenger guarding order and would not tolerate any infringement.

Just as Index and Kamijou Touma stepped into the shadow of the main gate, ready to quietly rescue someone, Feng Feng's figure suddenly took action before them.

The white magician just noticed the movement at the door and turned his head suddenly, with a hint of astonishment flashing in his deep blue eyes.

Feng Feng's figure flashed, almost blending into the air. His palm pierced through the hole in the red brick like lightning, grabbed the white magician's neck, and pulled him forward.

The magician's face was distorted due to suffocation, and his hands grabbed Feng Feng's arms in vain.

Feng Feng's power was astonishing. His eyes were as cold as ice, and he shouted, "Touma, retreat!"