Zongman: The post-2D era

Wednesday, December 7

Under the glory of the Lord, the witch burning ceremony prepared by the Judgment Office began at Tokiwadai Girls' School, which ranked first in the Daihaxing Festival in Academy City.

The students were secretly grieved in fear, but on the surface they celebrated their school's victory, praised the Lord, and cursed the heretic Misaka Mikoto.

With the Lord's mercy, students in the school continued to live as normal and tourists were driven out of the city.

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator and Morning Light Yui stared at the Academy City on the surveillance screen. On the wooden cross in the center of the Tokiwadai School playground, Shirai Kuroko became an accomplice of the "witch".

Feng Feng and Shokuhou Misaki were adjusting and improving the external computer in another secret laboratory, looking back at the screen from time to time, studying the reason why it did not work yesterday.

Shokuhou Misaki rolled her eyes and said angrily, "They really are just religious believers, fanatics, but I take back what I said about them not having any diseases!"

"They are just a bunch of lunatics living in the Middle World. They need a 'psychologist'."

Feng Feng stood up suddenly, his eyes firm, and pointed to the corner of the screen: "Look, it is the power of faith that is interfering with our technology. The collective beliefs of those students have formed an invisible field that blocks our signals."

He turned to face Shokuhou Misaki and said hurriedly, "The rescue plan for Mikoto is ready, but we need to break this barrier of faith first. I plan to use the reverse wave of faith to neutralize their extreme emotions."

Shokuhou Misaki frowned, staring at Feng Feng with a hint of surprise in her confusion, as if she was looking at a madman, but was inexplicably infected by his determination.

"Do you really want to be Jesus?"

Feng Feng waved gently to Shokuhou, then turned around and plunged into the intensive preparations to cooperate with Misaka Mikoto in the rescue operation.

Shokuhou Misaki stood there, her eyes fixed on Shirai Kuroko on the screen, muttering:

"What is the miracle of the Lord? Is it to let innocent people suffer this unjust fire?"

Her eyes flickered with mixed emotions, anger and confusion.

At this moment, Shirai Kuroko on the screen seemed to feel something and raised her head slightly. Her determined eyes seemed to speak of indomitable spirit and hope, forming a sharp contrast with the fanatical atmosphere around her.

Shokuhou knew that Fengfeng had taken action.

Five minutes ago, Feng Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly raised his hands, as if he was talking to an invisible force.

A soft blue light began to radiate around him, a symbol of the power of the mind, warm and deep.

Suddenly, his eyes opened wide, shining brightly, and an invisible wave emanated from his body, penetrating the screen and traveling through space.

Shirai Kuroko was surrounded by flames and the noise of the crowd, his heart filled with despair and unwillingness.

At this moment, a gentle but firm voice sounded in her heart:

"Kuroko, don't be afraid. We are here. The rescue plan for Mikoto is underway. You must hold on. We will take you home."

That voice was like a ray of sunshine in winter, penetrating the cold darkness and giving her endless strength and hope.

Shirai Kuroko suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were shining again, which was the desire for life and the yearning for freedom.

"Heretic witch, I hope you can lead out the heretic Misaka Mikoto!"

In the light of the fire, the figures of the judges in black looked particularly eerie. They stood in a circle, the flames of their torches jumping and reflecting on everyone's cold and ruthless faces.

"Now, begin the trial!"

The leading judge held a yellowed scripture in his hand and loudly read out the verdict on the "witch" Shirai Kuroko. His voice echoed in the empty playground with unquestionable authority.

The gasoline barrel was opened roughly, and the pungent smell quickly filled the air, intertwining with the anxious atmosphere under the wooden cross.

Shirai Kuroko was tied tightly to the cross, but her eyes were extremely determined. At the last moment of life and death, she was looking forward to Feng Feng's arrival.

Feng Feng appeared out of thin air like a phantom in the center of the circle formed by the black-clad judges. He was surrounded by a faint blue light, which formed a sharp contrast with the blazing flames around him.

He stared at the leading judge with a sharp gaze and spoke in a loud and firm voice:

"You guys are the real heretics! You keep saying you believe in religion, but you do such cruel things. How is it different from the tragedy of Jesus being burned to death?"

He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the sky, as if calling on some kind of divine power:

"Jesus was willing to be crucified to redeem the world, but you, in the name of faith, kill people. Your faith has long been distorted and tainted!"

Feng Feng flashed and arrived under the wooden cross that was blazing with flames. He threw himself into the sea of ​​fire without hesitation and hugged Shirai Kuroko tightly, whose face was distorted by pain.

The flames licked the corners of his clothes, but seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, unable to hurt him at all.

His gaze penetrated the surrounding noise and fear, staring directly at the astonished black-robed judges, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Look, this is the true power of faith!"

Feng Feng's voice was clearly audible amid the crackling of the flames. He slowly stood up, and Shirai Kuroko in his arms seemed to be wrapped in a warm force, and the pain and fear gradually dissipated.

The sea of ​​fire held the two people high, as if Jesus had been reborn, and Feng Feng declared in the flames:

"I will die and rise again like Jesus to prove the true meaning of faith. And you will witness this miracle and reflect on your own actions."

The sea of ​​fire was blazing, and the figures of Feng Feng and Shirai Kuroko were looming in the flames, like warriors being swallowed up, waiting for the judgment of fate.

The black-robed judges looked at each other, and then one of them slowly approached the fire with a detector in hand, carefully scanning every inch of space in the flames.

The cold numbers on the instrument showed ruthlessly: no magical fluctuations, no supernatural reactions. They smiled at each other, convinced that Feng Feng was powerless.

However, at this moment, the school gate collapsed with a loud bang, and amid the flying dust, Misaka Mikoto rushed in like lightning.

There was an unyielding light in her eyes, and a powerful electromagnetic force field surrounded her.

She raised her hands high, as if summoning a storm, and roared, "You hypocrites, let me end this farce today!"

Her voice echoed over the playground, echoing Feng Feng's call from the distant sea of ​​fire. Just as in the legend, a battle between justice and evil officially began.

The flames gradually died down, and in the smoke and dust, Feng Feng and Shirai Kuroko slowly walked out. Although their clothes were slightly burnt, they were unharmed and had a faint smile on their faces.

The sunlight shines through the clouds and onto them, as if they were covered with a layer of golden battle robe.

“I am the Lord, whether you believe it or not!”

Misaka Mikoto widened her eyes, staring at the scene in disbelief. The electromagnetic force field slowly dissipated around her. She opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

The black-clad judges were so shocked that they stepped back one after another, the torches in their hands fell to the ground, and there was an uproar.

Chapter 889 The Lord's City

Thursday, December 8

Under the glory of the Lord, the first religious conference was held at Tokiwadai Girls' School.

The students celebrated their school's victory in fear, praising Feng, the incarnation of the Lord, and praising Misaka Mikoto, the heretic whom we had originally cursed.

Under the Lord's tolerance, student union presidents, principals and others in the school continued to gather.

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator and Morning Light Yui stared at the Academy City on the surveillance screen, comparing the current situation with the historical split in the Christian religion.

Feng Feng and Shokuhou Misaki were standing in the school's conference hall at this time, overlooking the nearly a hundred student union presidents and principals below.

Shokuhou Misaki said solemnly: "The Lord teaches us that everyone is equal, without distinction of high or low, and to love our neighbors!"

"We will establish a branch religion without a tribunal based on this purpose, the Amakusa-style Cross Puritanism."

Feng Feng walked down to the stage at some point and gently patted Shirai Kuroko on the shoulder. The two smiled at each other, and that smile was filled with the joy of victory and deep trust in each other.

They stood side by side, like gods of war returning from hell, quietly watching everything before them. The scene was frozen in time for eternity.

Shirai Kuroko lowered his head, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, and said softly to Feng Feng:

"Thank you, Fengfeng. It was you who saved me and saved my belief that human nature is inherently good." Her eyes sparkled with gratitude.

Feng Feng smiled slightly, shrugged, spread his hands, and made a helpless expression:

"This is really a helpless move. The situation was too sudden. I can only borrow the teachings and names of the Amakusa style to stabilize the situation. However, this can also be regarded as a kind of fate."

His tone was relaxed, but his eyes revealed a hint of firmness and wisdom. The sunlight shone on them through the window, and the two figures looked particularly harmonious in the interweaving of light and shadow.

Shirai Kuroko looked up, the emotion in her eyes about to turn into words, but she was surprised to find that Feng Feng had quietly moved to the open door of the conference hall.

The sunlight outlined a golden silhouette behind him, and he seemed to be gently lifted up by the light, with every step he took being on an invisible melody.

The crowd in front of him fell silent unconsciously, making way for him. Their eyes were empty and distant, as if Feng Feng was the only being in this space who was not bound by sight.

Shirai's heart suddenly tightened, and the confession that was about to come out seemed to be frozen by the cold wind and solidified deep in his throat.

"He is already the Lord, and mortals cannot stand in his way. Although we love and respect him, we can never be by his side again.

Misaka Mikoto's lost expression and words once again came to Shirai Kuroko's mind, making her stare at Feng Feng's back.

Feng Feng strolled on the streets where light and shadow intertwined, and every step seemed to jump lightly in the gaps of time and space.

The sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting a soft golden glow on him. His shadow stretched out across the cobblestone road, forming a sharp contrast with the hustle and bustle around him.

There were many pedestrians, but as if they were pulled by an invisible force, they all made way for him. Their eyes swept across but never really focused, as if they were wandering between ignoring and perceiving. Feng Feng became a phantom in this city that both existed and transcended.

Feng Feng frowned slightly, but continued walking through the veins of the city.

He looked around. The passers-by were like scenery on a stage. They ignored him, yet inexplicably left space for him.

This feeling of loneliness that transcended reality made him sigh. The sun was dancing on the tips of his hair, but he only felt a chill in his heart.

With a change of mind, he decided to return to the place called Utopia, where he might find the answers and peace he was looking for.

So Feng Feng turned around and walked towards a sparsely populated alley, taking each step more firmly, as if he wanted to leave this helplessness and loneliness behind.

Just as Feng Feng was immersed in his thoughts and was about to turn around and leave the noisy street, a strange whisper like an ancient spell suddenly sounded in his ears, out of tune with the surrounding noise.

The voice carried an inexplicable power that caused him to pause slightly.

In front of him, a disheveled thug was squinting his eyes, holding a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, and shouted rudely: "Hey, kid, make way for me!"

Several of his companions beside him were laughing and playing, obviously enjoying the pleasure of bullying the weak.

However, in Feng Feng's ears, those rude words were wrapped in circles of strange curses.

Feng Feng's lips curled up into an inexplicable smile, as if he found this sudden "challenge" unexpectedly funny.

He slowly raised his hand and made a "please" gesture. The gesture was so elegant and calm that the gangster and his companions were stunned for a moment. They looked at each other in confusion.

Just as Feng Feng's brilliant smile had not yet faded, a two-meter-long Japanese scabbard suddenly stretched out from behind him.

The sheath is simple and contains the Seven Heavens and Seven Swords, which emit a faint cold light. It is like the brightest star in the night sky, silently passing through the air with an unquestionable power.

With a light touch of the end of the scabbard, the group of hooligans fell to the ground as if they were hit by an invisible hammer. In an instant, the street returned to silence, with only the screams of the crowd in the distance and the faint gasps nearby.

Feng Feng turned around slowly, his eyes swept across the fallen figure, and finally stopped on a woman with scantily clad clothes and eyes as sharp as an eagle - Kamiya Kaori.

The former Pope Amakusa, her appearance seemed destined, breaking the tranquility in Fengfeng's heart after his loneliness.

Her eyes were filled with joy of reunion after a long separation, but also with an indescribable depth. The long sword "Seven Days Seven Swords" clenched in her hand glowed coldly in the setting sun, interweaving with the slowly rising dusk beside her to form a breathtaking picture.