Zongman: The post-2D era

Suddenly, he stopped, turned his head sharply, his eyes penetrated the barrier of space, and shouted:

"Shokuhou Misaki! Are you trying to influence me to save people?"

Before he finished speaking, the edge of the golden space expanded and fluctuated violently, like ripples on the water surface caused by stones. Then, a figure gradually appeared -

Shokuhou Misaki's figure was looming in the golden light. She had a look of astonishment on her face, and the air around her seemed to be vibrating with her emotions.

"I also have a mental realm, how could you possibly discover me?"

The golden space seemed to have become her cage, wrapping her gently yet firmly inside, forming a strange and magnificent picture with Feng Feng and Chen Guangwei.

Chen Guangwei, who stood in front of Feng Feng, looked pale but determined. With trembling fingers, he finally pressed the silver button on his wrist.

In an instant, circles of silver ripples spread out from her body, producing a strange reaction with the surrounding golden space, the two interweaving to create a bizarre picture.

At the edge of space, Shokuhou Misaki's starry eyes were fixed on Feng Feng. The power of her mental world seemed to have become real: "Motivate the mental world, and control the soul!"

The psychological force surged like a tide, hitting Feng Feng's soul barriers again and again, trying to disturb his mind.

"Are you trying to confirm whether I have been possessed by a magician?"

Feng Feng's eyes became more determined. He stood up, with golden light shining all around him, and started a silent contest with this invisible force. The air was filled with a tense and fierce atmosphere of confrontation.

Under the impact of the combined power of Chen Guang Wei and Shokuhou Misaki's mental world, Feng Feng's eyes began to become blurred, as if he was in an endless fog.

In his ears, Chen Guangwei's voice came through the headset, with a barely perceptible tremor: "Feng Feng, you are still you, and you have not been possessed by any force."

These words were like a ray of warm sunshine, penetrating the fog in Feng Feng's heart and bringing him a moment of peace.

His vision gradually regained clarity, and his body, which was shining with golden light, seemed to have condensed infinite power, ready to meet the upcoming challenge.

"But there's something wrong with your soul!"

Feng Feng looked at Chen Guang Wei and Shokuhou Misaki on his left and right respectively. The faces of the two appeared both clear and blurry in the golden light and silver ripples.

Shokuhou Misaki's eyes were filled with astonishment and unwillingness. The mental power around her was like a violent storm, impacting Feng Feng's soul barrier again and again.

"How is that possible? Your soul doesn't belong to this world."

Although Chen Guangwei's face was pale, her eyes revealed an indescribable firmness and warmth, as if she had become the only place of peace in this chaotic space.

"This may be the characteristic of a level six soul, and the key to why he is stronger than you, Shokuhou!"

A warm feeling surged in Feng Feng's heart. He took a deep breath and golden light suddenly burst out around him.

Everything around him was enveloped in it, forming a magnificent and strange picture, as if at this moment, he became the center of the world.

"I'll try to examine my own soul."

Feng Feng's gaze wandered between Chen Guang Wei and Shokuhou Misaki. Under the impact of the interweaving of his mind and soul, his vision was strangely distorted.

Chen Guangwei's determined eyes and Shokuhou Misaki's unwilling glare all turned into products of the two-dimensional world at this moment, as if they had become people in the book.

They seem to be detached from the three-dimensional reality and become animated characters leaping on the screen, with smooth lines and bright colors, but without the real touch and warmth.

Chen Guangwei's silver hair shone with a soft luster in the virtual space, like the brightest star in the night sky, and the messy room behind her was simplified into a background with a few strokes.

Shokuhou Misaki's mental power turned into circles of colorful halos that surrounded her, like the exaggerated special effects in anime, which were both beautiful and threatening.

Feng Feng stretched out his hand to touch, but his fingertips only touched nothingness, as if what separated him and them was not only a crack in space, but also a dimensional barrier.

"I see!!"

Chapter 876 Throne Gate Project

Friday, November 25

In the real world's Academy City, the big screen at the crossroads is still repeatedly playing the news of the birth of the "First Throne".

Misaka Mikoto once again denied her status as the number one throne in Tokiwadai.

At the former second branch of the Morning Light Research Institute, Feng Feng put down his pen and stared at the "Gate of the Throne" plan in front of him with a complicated and difficult to understand look.

Chen Guangwei stretched his head behind him to look at the plan document in front of Feng Feng, and the voice sounded in his ears.

"The resources of Academy City cannot complete your "Throne Gate" plan. They can't give you 95% of the resources!"

Feng Feng's ears turned slightly red, and Chen Guangwei's breathing seemed a little heavy, with a hint of imperceptible tension.

Feng Feng gently pushed the plan in his hand towards Chen Guangwei, his fingertips lightly touching the edge of the paper, which seemed to still retain the warmth of his thoughts.

Chen Guangwei took the plan and her eyes were instantly attracted by the dense data and charts. She frowned slightly and her eyes jumped between the lines, as if she was having a silent conversation with every character.

"Use the level 6 domain space to build a space gate and search for another world including Utopia?!"

Her fingers slid unconsciously along the paper, pausing occasionally, as if verifying the correctness of a formula or silently questioning a hypothesis.

"You saw Utopia in your soul-searching yesterday? Do you still want to find that place?"

The lights in the room were dim, stretching the two people's figures, and the air was filled with a tense and focused atmosphere.

"A talented girl like you won't reject my plan."

Feng Feng raised a faint smile, his eyes flashing with confidence and expectation. He gently handed the plan to Chen Guangwei, indicating that she should submit it to the Unified Council.

Although Chen Guangwei had some doubts in his heart, he also understood the importance of this plan. He slowly took it with a complicated look.

“You seem to be becoming more and more indifferent and confident, I almost don’t recognize you anymore.

Feng Feng then asked about the whereabouts of Sakura Matou. Chen Guangwei was slightly stunned and then gave the location.

Feng Feng said nothing more, turned around and walked towards the door with firm steps.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone in through the half-open door, casting a layer of golden light on him. His back stretched out, as if he was walking towards an unknown distance, and every step was filled with determination and hope.

Feng Feng walked through the bustling streets, his pace unconsciously quickening, and finally stopped in front of a high school.

The setting sun was as red as blood, shining on Sakura Matou who was wearing a sailor suit, adding a bit of youthful vitality to her.

She was standing at the school gate, waving goodbye to a few girls with a bright smile, and her silvery laughter echoed in the air.

The afterglow of the setting sun outlines her soft figure, and her hair flutters gently in the wind, like a moving painting.

Feng Feng watched this scene quietly, an inexplicable emotion welling up in her heart, as if the whole world had become gentle because of her.

Feng Feng gently opened his lips and called out the familiar name: "Matou Sakura."

The voice was gentle with a barely perceptible tremor, passing through the evening breeze and gently brushing past her ears.

Sakura Matou turned her head when she heard the voice, and a light of surprise instantly bloomed in her eyes, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Several girls around her immediately gathered around her, chattering about their childhood sweetheart relationship, with gossipy smiles on their faces.

They pushed Matou Sakura and joked, "Go quickly, don't let Feng Feng wait too long!"

Sakura Matou's cheeks were slightly red, with a bit of shyness and sweetness. She waved to them, turned around and ran towards Feng Feng, each step was as light as jumping in the clouds.

"You guys, you still know how to come to school!!"

The setting sun stretched her shadow long, gradually overlapping with Feng Feng's, painting a warm and beautiful picture.

Sakura Matou, who was wearing a sailor suit, coquettishly placed her heavy schoolbag on Feng Feng's broad chest. The cartoon pendants on the schoolbag swayed gently with the movement, making a subtle and crisp sound.

She gently pushed Feng Feng's strong back with both hands, urging him to leave the hustle and bustle at the school gate first, with a look of feigned anger and coquettishness and concern that could not be concealed in her eyes.

"You didn't come to class this week. Are you hiding somewhere studying weird things again? If you do this again next time, I will really ignore you!"

Her voice was clear and pleasant, with the vitality and coquettishness unique to adolescence, and the air around her seemed to become sweet because of her smile.

Sakura Matou, her sailor uniform fluttering in the wind, walked side by side with Feng Feng on the way home. The setting sun stretched their shadows long and intertwined them.

Feng Feng opened his mouth slowly and told Sakura Matou about his "Gate of the Throne" plan in detail.

As she listened, the smile on her face gradually froze, her eyes became empty and numb, and she stared at Feng Feng blankly as if her soul had left her body.

After a while, she finally found her voice, her voice trembling slightly: "Feng Feng, have you...recovered your memory?"

There were complex emotions flashing in her eyes, including surprise, confusion, and a hint of imperceptible fear, as if she was afraid that the former Feng Feng would leave her again.

Sakura Matou, with her sailor uniform slightly messy, pushed Feng Feng away abruptly, put her hands on her hips, a disdainful smile on her lips, the afterglow of the setting sun danced on her face, reflecting a stubborn red.

"Feng Feng, your so-called 'Gate of the Throne' plan is simply a fantasy! Do you think that with our strength, you can open the door to Utopia? Naive!"

Also, do you know how much homework the language teacher assigned? I am almost overwhelmed by all the tedious grammar and composition, and you still have the mood to talk about these illusory dreams? "

Her words were like a rapid-fire barrage, each word carrying the firepower of youth. The air around her seemed to be ignited by her, filled with unquestionable determination.

Matou Sakura, who had straightened her slightly messy sailor uniform, suddenly changed her mood, hugged Feng Feng's arm tightly with both hands, and said in a coquettish but serious tone:

"But, Feng Feng, the language teacher has issued a strict order, saying that your homework will be doubled, and you must be in school next week, otherwise your parents will be called in."

"You have to prepare well for me. Stop letting those weird dreams occupy your mind. At least be a good student in front of the teacher."

As she spoke, she gently shook Feng Feng's arm, her eyes filled with both reproach and endless tenderness:

"We are just two ordinary people. You don't need to sit on the throne, and I don't need to bear the fate of the Type-Moon world and the Holy Grail War."

The light of the setting sun enveloped the figures of the two, as if time had frozen at this moment, leaving only the warm and slightly tense little dispute between them.

"I know that this is a consciousness space woven by the Alaya consciousness, a world that is half real and half virtual. After knowing everything, I still ask you: give up the Throne Gate Project!"

Chapter 877 Misaka House

Saturday, November 26

In the real world's Academy City, the big screen at the intersection was broadcasting the news that Misaka Mikoto once again denied her identity as the first throne.

Students and office workers on the street were discussing the hot topic of who would be the first throne.

At the former second branch of the Morning Light Research Institute, Feng Feng received a call from Misaka Mikoto.

Chen Guangwei eavesdropped behind him, shook his head and sighed.

"Your Throne Gate plan is terrible. Misaka Mikoto really contacted you!"

After Feng Feng hung up the phone, he turned to Chen Guangwei with a serious expression and gave a brief and powerful order: "Prepare the energy to open the space gate, immediately!"

Although Chen Guangwei was full of doubts, he still acted quickly. His fingers jumped quickly on the control panel, and various complex energy parameters flashed before his eyes.

Feng Feng held the mobile phone in his hand, the light from the screen shining on his focused face. He walked through the corridor of the research institute with steady steps, as if he had stepped from the world of mind into reality in one step.

The steel and concrete on the real construction site looked particularly cold and hard under the setting sun. A Misaka sister wearing electronic infrared goggles stood among a pile of bricks and stones.

Feng Feng walked through the messy construction site and headed for a mysterious area covered by canvas. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his shoulders, giving him a layer of golden light.