"Feng Feng, hurry to Academy City. The situation here is beyond imagination and your abilities are needed."

Chen Guangwei's voice came through the screen with a hint of urgency.

"This word means that the magic of the Saint's Cross you mentioned has been activated, and the people in the entire city have become fanatical believers of the Lord!"

Shokuhou Misaki's fingers slid across the screen quickly, a hint of surprise flashing across her brows. Her eyes were fixed on a column.

In the picture, Misaka Mikoto was moving through the crowded crowd, her short hair sparkling in the sun, her eyes filled with unprecedented panic.

The crowds around seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, shouting fanatically, "Eliminate the heretics," as if the whole world was caught in some strange vortex of fanaticism.

Chen Guangwei's request was still pending, and Feng Feng was about to refuse when his eyes happened to catch this scene on the screen.

He was silent for a moment, a complicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and finally said: "Okay, I will go. It seems that there will be another storm in Academy City. Kamijou Touma actually lost his temper?!"

Shokuhou Misaki stared at the screen, her eyebrows twitching, as if she was about to jump up and accuse Feng Feng of being biased:

"Hey, Feng Feng, you saw Mikoto's panicked expression first and then decided to go, right? Your bias is too obvious!"

There was a hint of teasing and dissatisfaction in her words, but she couldn't hide her concern for Misaka Mikoto.

At this time, Chen Guangwei's emergency communication sounded again, and the coordinates of a space gate flashing with strange light were sent over.

Feng Feng tapped lightly, and the coordinates turned into a stream of light and merged into his palm.

He gave a few instructions to Shokuhou Misaki and Chen Guang Wei, and with a flash of his body, he turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the space gate.

The external computer laboratory was left with only a trail of afterimages and Shokuhou Misaki's dissatisfied grumblings echoing in the air.

Misaka Mikoto shuttled through the surging crowd, trying to avoid the people who were controlled by the fanaticism with every lightning and thunderous jump.

Her eyes were anxious and determined, and her short hair fluttered in the wind, as if even the dust in the air was ignited by her lightning.

At this critical moment, a streak of light streaked across the sky, and Feng Feng stepped out of the space gate. His figure was light and swift, like the brightest star in the night sky.

He waved to Misaka Mikoto as he ran, with a faint smile on his face:

"Yo Mikoto, you're being hunted. Don't be afraid. I'm here."

The two ran side by side, like two lightning bolts cutting through the darkness, searching for a hopeful exit amidst the chaos.

Misaka Mikoto turned her head sharply, with a determined light in her eyes, and said to Feng Feng beside her in a hurry: "The Lord is unscientific!"

Feng Feng nodded when he heard that. His casual attitude inexplicably relaxed Misaka Mikoto's tense nerves a little.

However, this relief was short-lived, because the crowd around them began to get agitated, shouting "Eliminate the two heretics", and their voices quickly spread among the crowd like surging waves.

The people who were controlled by the fanaticism, as if being pulled by invisible strings, gathered towards Misaka Mikoto and Feng Feng and shouted, "Burn them to death!"

Their eyes were filled with fanaticism and obsession, and their hands were tightly grasped with various crude weapons. A storm was quietly brewing.

Misaka Mikoto tightly grasped Feng Feng's hand, and the two of them moved flexibly in the narrow alleys, with a fanatical crowd chasing them behind them, and the shouts and footsteps intertwined into a chaotic melody.

Feng Feng's eyes were sharp, catching every opportunity for escape like a cheetah. He suddenly changed direction and pulled Misaka Mikoto into a more hidden alley.

The alley was dark, with only the occasional faint light from afar to guide them. Time seemed to be stretched, and every second was filled with tension and anxiety.

After an hour of thrilling excitement, they finally arrived at an open area. Looking back, they found that the crowd had been left far behind, leaving only silence and gasps.

Misaka Mikoto stopped, put her hands on her hips, and gasped heavily, her chest heaving, and her eyes flickering with lingering fear.

When she calmed down a bit, she turned around suddenly and grabbed Feng Feng by the collar, with anxiety and confusion in her eyes:

"Feng Feng, are these people... controlled by Shokuhou using some kind of mental ability?"

Her voice was slightly sharp due to nervousness, and her eyes were full of doubt about her friend's ability and confusion about the current situation.

Feng Feng shook his head slightly, and slowly pried open Misaka Mikoto's tightly clenched fingers with his hands. His eyes were gentle but firm: "It's not Shokuhou. The situation this time is far more complicated than you think."

Before she finished speaking, Misaka Mikoto's voice suddenly turned softer, with a bit of grievance and complaint: "On Sunday, you were with Shokuhou, but you didn't go with me to eat at that newly opened ramen restaurant..."

"If you were here, maybe this wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have to be scolded by my mom for not having a boyfriend!"

There was a hint of loss in her eyes, and her tone was full of subtle emotions of having her friendship ignored.

Misaka Mikoto slowly loosened her clenched fists and let go of Feng Feng's collar, her eyes full of helplessness about the current predicament and a determination to solve it.

She looked up at Feng Feng, her voice filled with anxiety: "Feng Feng, what should we do? These people...can they be saved?"

Feng Feng frowned, took out the communicator from his pocket, and quickly dialed Shokuhou Misaki's number.

After a brief conversation, he slowly put down the communicator, with a heavy look in his eyes.

He shook his head helplessly and said to Misaka Mikoto: "Mikoto, the situation this time is very complicated. These people... I'm afraid they can't be cured."

Chapter 887 This World Has a Master

Tuesday, December 6

Under the glory of the Lord, Tokiwadai Girls' School, which won first place in the Daihaxing Festival in Academy City, was placed under martial law by the Inquisition.

The students celebrated their school's victory in fear, praising the Lord and cursing the heretic Misaka Mikoto.

With the Lord's tolerance, students in the school continued to live their lives as usual, but tourists were no longer allowed to discuss the players and events of the Daihaxing Festival and were driven out of the city.

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator and Morning Light Yui stared at Academy City on the surveillance screen and felt the madness and darkness of the Inquisition.

Feng Feng and Shokuhou Misaki were in a secret laboratory, carefully adjusting the external computer, looking back at the screen from time to time.

Shokuhou Misaki rolled her eyes, spread her hands, and said helplessly: "They are really just religious believers, fanatics, they don't have any diseases!"

"We cannot change their minds unless we use exosuits to change their hearts."

As Feng Feng finished speaking, the air around them seemed to freeze, and Misaka Mikoto's face turned pale in an instant.

"If we do the same, what's the difference between us and Christianity?"

She stared into the distance with a dull look in her eyes, Feng Feng's words echoing in her mind, and an unprecedented feeling of despair and powerlessness surged in her heart.

Feng Feng frowned, his eyes swept across Misaka Mikoto's pale and dazed face, and turned to ask Chen Guang Wei who was connected on the other screen.

Chen Guangwei's fingers tapped lightly on the console, and the data on the screen poured out like a waterfall. His eyes were sharp, as if he could penetrate the data fog and get to the core.

She pointed suddenly at the screen beside her. The scene on the screen was frozen on a neighborhood shrouded in religious fanaticism. The crowd was surging like a tide, with strange lights flashing in their eyes.

"The root of the problem lies not in their hearts but in the source of this power - faith itself. We have to find the switch to control this power, otherwise any external changes will be in vain."

"The person you are looking for now is Kamijou Touma. The root of the problem is why he did not stop the Saint's Cross as you predicted."

Misaka Mikoto, who was standing next to Feng Feng, had a pale face with a faint blush, as if she was trying hard to suppress the turmoil in her heart.

She pursed her lips tightly, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her eyes filled with anxiety and unwillingness, and she suddenly grabbed Feng Feng's arm, who was concentrating on analyzing data.

"Kamijo Touma...where is he now?"

Misaka Mikoto's voice trembled slightly, and there was a determined light in her eyes, as if she wanted to penetrate the screen and directly find the person who could solve all the mysteries.

Chen Guangwei's fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard. The picture on the screen flickered and changed, and finally froze on a blurry surveillance screenshot.

It was a familiar figure with an afro, hurriedly crossing the crowded street with a nun in white.

"He's there, heading in the direction of the city center. He looks like... he's in a hurry."

Feng Feng and Misaka Mikoto flashed through the ripples of the space gate and arrived at the bustling city center.

The lights in the supermarket were dim and there were shadowy figures among the shelves. They immediately spotted Kamijou Touma, who was concentrating on choosing something in the snack section.

Under his afro he had a nonchalant expression, and beside him followed a nun in white with a slightly panicked look.

Misaka Mikoto walked forward quickly, almost bumping into the shelf, with unmistakable anxiety in her voice:

"Kamijo Touma! What are you doing? Academy City is in crisis!"

Kamijou Touma looked up, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then he returned to his signature lazy smile, as if he was completely unaware of the urgency of the situation.

Feng Feng and Misaka Mikoto looked at each other in disbelief.

Under the dim lights of the supermarket, Kamijou Touma's eyes were unusually firm. He lowered his voice, as if he was sharing a supreme secret with them:

"This world really has a 'master'. The madness you see is a part of what I must understand and accept."

"I, Kamijou Touma, have decided to become a good believer and explore the truth behind this faith."

There was an unquestionable piety in his words, which left Misaka Mikoto and Feng Feng speechless for a moment.

The noisy shopping sounds around him seemed to have stopped, leaving him alone, walking firmly on the path of his faith in the interweaving of light and shadow.

Feng Feng and Misaka Mikoto had just taken a few steps when they heard a few low voices protesting and arguing against them from inside the supermarket.

Several believers, dressed simply but with sharp eyes, followed closely behind, their gazes revealing an unbreakable firmness.

The two looked at each other, then reluctantly quickened their pace, almost jogging out of the supermarket door, with the increasingly dissatisfied whispers of the church members behind them.

It was late at night, and the neon lights cast mottled shadows on the empty streets, stretching the figures of the two people.

Misaka Mikoto bit her lower lip, her eyes full of anxiety and unwillingness, while Feng Feng frowned and looked back from time to time, fearing that he would be caught up.

The cold wind blew by, rolling up a few dead leaves. The two men wrapped their coats tightly and walked hurriedly. In this lonely night, they seemed to be homeless travelers, wandering aimlessly in the dimly lit streets.

Feng Feng stopped and turned to look at Misaka Mikoto. Under the moonlight, her face looked particularly soft, and her eyes were flashing with complex emotions.

He asked softly, "Misaki, how about we use an external brain to try and directly interfere with the thoughts of those followers?"

Misaka Mikoto did not answer immediately, but looked up at a tall residential building not far away. The lights there were warm and bright, and a different story was hidden behind every window.

She smiled, with a hint of bitterness and relief in her smile, and her fingers gently stroked the cold air, as if she could touch the shadows dancing on the windows——

Some families are laughing and playing, while others are arguing quietly, but they are all full of the breath of life.

"Look," she said softly, "this is our world. Even though there are countless contradictions and conflicts, isn't this kind of daily life the peace we pursue?"

"Perhaps this is not a bad thing. Compared to the millions of believers in the city, we are a minority, the outliers!"

Feng Feng's eyes shone, and a determined smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly took out a small device from his pocket -

The square box-like control panel on the outside of the computer reflected the light, and the moonlight refracted a cold luster on its metal surface.

He stared at Misaka Mikoto, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination: "Mikoto, look at me. This world does have a 'master', but that 'master' is me, Feng Feng!"

"I will use this external brain to guide those lost believers and let them see the true light."

As he spoke, he gently pressed the button on the device, and strings of data streams weaved into a web in the air, as if to bring the entire night under his control. At that moment, Feng Feng seemed to have really become the "God" who dominated everything.

Chapter 888 What is a Miracle

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