Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Her gaze was fixed on a girl who looked remarkably like her and was wearing electronic goggles.

Yes, how should I put it?

The two of them stood there like twin sisters.

"Meow?"

The girl turned her head slightly and looked calmly at the tea ceremony girl opposite her.

……

It was already evening, and having wasted a whole day, Misaka Mikoto was still completely confused.

The mass production plan has clearly failed completely.

Why did I run into my own clone on the street?

Not only did I run into her, but I also failed to get the necessary information. Today, I even played with the cat and ate ice cream with her, and she even took my most precious Gekota badge.

"This feeling is just like..."

Misaka Mikoto quickly shook her head, trying to shake off the abnormal thoughts that were swirling in her mind.

"Forget it, let's find out the truth as soon as possible."

With that thought in mind, Misaka Mikoto didn't hesitate any longer and quickly took out her phone to call her friend.

Although she didn't know why, she had a rather bad feeling about it.

"In early spring, could you please check the serial number of this string of numbers?"

She skillfully recited the experimental project number that her clone had told her, just as she remembered it, to Haruharu Katsuri.

Harutoshi immediately gave Misaka Mikoto a vague answer.

This is a good friend she just met.

Despite being in the same year as his junior, Shirai Kuroko, he is only at Level 1 in terms of ability.

However, Hatsuharu Shiori's talent in another aspect is terrifying.

That's the talent of a hacker.

Her talent is so astonishing that any protective network in Academy City is useless to her; she can hack into any place if she wants.

However, due to her own status, she rarely does this without permission.

Even so, she still left her own legend on the internet.

Her legend is that of the impregnable defense network of the 177th branch of the Discipline Inspection Commission.

Countless hackers have tried to breach this defense network to prove their skills, but so far no one has succeeded.

"I'm not entirely sure either, but it's probably..."

Misaka Mikoto, having received an uncertain answer, trusted her best friend implicitly.

"Thank you for your help, Chuchun."

The person on the other end of the phone had no idea what Misaka Mikoto meant, but the call had already ended.

He turned and ran straight into a corner.

For Misaka Mikoto, knowing the exact location is all she needs.

She is a top-tier electric-type ability user. If Misaki Shokuhou is a real-world king who can manipulate minds at will, then she is a top-tier electric-type ability user.

She is the queen of the electronic world.

She can tamper with and infiltrate at will; in fact, if we're talking about hacking skills, she's the strongest.

Just as Misaka Mikoto slipped into the corner, the figure of a man slowly appeared where she had been standing.

"It's up to you to choose."

"If I had been any slower, she might have died."

……

District 11.

This is the eastern outer wall of Academy City. It is located at the largest land entrance and exit, serving as a land logistics base. More than 7,000 tons of goods pass through every day, so this place is almost entirely a warehouse street. Few people usually come here, after all, this is Academy City, and almost all the heavy lifting is done by automated robots.

And right now, right here, countless shipping containers are piled up.

The containers were piled up on the open ground, almost completely enclosing the area.

Right now, in this fenced-off area, at this time when no one should be here, there are actually two people here.

Wearing the Tokiwadai Middle School uniform, with one arm hanging unnaturally, blood trickling down her forehead, and a green Gekota badge slung around her waist, the girl who looked remarkably like Misaka Mikoto stood here.

The girl naturally raised her head and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

"It's a bit of a shame, I wish I could see my older sister one more time."

"Haha...hahaha..."

"Keep running away. Are you already planning to give up?"

A sharp laugh rang out above the girl, originating from a white-haired boy standing on the stairs.

Judging from his appearance, the boy was rather thin, even frail.

He was wearing a simple striped shirt and jeans, and his face was the kind of handsome that you would expect. But now, you can't find any trace of ugliness on his face at all; instead, it's all distorted.

"If you stop running, then today is over."

The boy stepped down from the steps to the ground, but instead of moving forward, he stomped his foot on the ground.

A pebble that was originally at his feet was suddenly jolted up.

Then, as if kicking a soccer ball, he struck the stone directly with his foot.

"Bam—!"

The stone, which had been pulled out, suddenly shot up with a sharp whooshing sound, tearing through the air at an astonishing speed, and hurtled straight toward the girl.

However, the girl seemed to have realized what was happening, and the stone landed directly on the ground, almost grazing her body as she rolled to the left.

"Bam—!"

The sound of explosions made it want to move again.

A strong wind blew up, turning into a shockwave that sent the girl, who hadn't even regained her footing, flying.

The girl tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the gravel beneath her.

"Tch... This is utterly boring..."

The wicked, murky smile that had been plaguing the boy's face finally vanished at this moment, replaced by an expression of disappointment.

Without doing anything further, the boy slowly walked towards the girl who had collapsed and was no longer able to move.

The men's leather shoes issued by the school made a clattering sound when they stepped on the pebbles below.

It was only a short distance of thirty or forty meters, but for the girl, those few steps were extremely difficult.

He suffered extensive internal bleeding and multiple broken bones. He couldn't move, and even speaking would cause him to bleed.

"Test number...9982...completed. Now...uploading...experimental test...data, pfft..."

The girl slowly raised her trembling hand, grabbed the tactical goggles hanging on her forehead, and pulled them down.

The fact that the goggles are already lit up means that recording is already in progress.

"Okay, okay, it's always the same, there's never any change."

Standing in front of the girl, the boy slowly squatted down, took one of her arms with one hand, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

(It's happening again, it's happening again.)

"The number one in Academy City is really petty in his actions."

"Since you're so eager to reach Level 6 through combat, why don't I help you?"

Along with the sound came a pebble hurtling towards him, heading straight for his arm.

The pebble pierced through the air, hurtling towards them at an extremely strange speed.

The boy frowned slightly and uttered a flat sentence.

"Another idiot who doesn't know his place."

The power of his stone-throwing is quite good, comparable to his casual kick, but I don't know if his ability is reflection.

The calculations are completed in an instant, and the interaction of forces changes the moment they come into contact.

The rock that was supposed to break his arm instead bounced back the way it came.

"I was just testing you."

"Also, don't you feel that your hands have become very light?"

The contemptuous voice rang out again, and only then did the boy feel the change in weight in his hand. He looked down and saw that the arm that should have been held in his hand, along with the person, had disappeared. He then followed the direction of the voice.

"So that's how it is. It's just a small fry who gets arrogant and ignorant just because it has a little strength."

A boy with dark brown curly hair, wearing a white shirt and suit pants, sat lazily on top of the tallest container, the moonlight shining down on him like a white veil.

And the prop that had just escaped his grasp was now right next to the man.

"Who is it that's so arrogant and conceited just because they've gained a little strength? Accelerator."

Makoto Haramura turned his gaze directly to Accelerator and sneered.

That's right, the man in front of you is the strongest person in Academy City on the surface.

Mastering 'Vector Operations', Level 5, First Rank, One-Way Pass.

"One, two."

"They all think their abilities are no worse than others, so they start having meaningless daydreams. They confidently run up to me, thinking that as long as they beat me, they can become the strongest in Academy City. There are always idiots like this, no matter how you try to eliminate them."

That's it.

As the strongest Devil Fruit user in Academy City, Accelerator's reputation is so great that from the moment he was never the strongest, he has been the target of countless idiots every day.

Whether they were power users who coveted the strongest position or powerless users who were jealous of his status, they all regarded him as a thorn in their side and wished they could kill him.

"That's why I want to be invincible, not just the strongest, do you understand?"

Accelerator's arrogant laughter finally vanished completely at that moment.

"Only absolute invincibility can make those few who can't see their own strength realize how insignificant their power is."

After saying that, Accelerator punched the container next to him.

His strength wasn't great; he couldn't even leave a fist mark on the container. But the moment he slammed into the container, all the stacked containers instantly levitated, as if pulled by some force, and flew into the sky.

"Bam—!"

All the containers were ejected at the same time, like cannonballs, obscuring the sky and pressing down on Haramura Makoto.

"Monotonous, boring, and tedious attacks."

Haramura Makoto's eyes narrowed slightly. He gripped the long sword directly in his hand, without any particular technique or skill. He simply unleashed his power, and the long sword instantly slashed upwards.

"Qiang——!"

A blood-red light flashed out instantly, cleaving the container Accelerator had thrown at him in two as easily as cutting melons or tofu.

The separated containers, like shooting stars falling from the sky, crashed to the ground one by one, creating deep craters.

The shockwave it generated was like a storm, sweeping outwards.

"Um, big brother, Misaka has something she wants to ask."

She had been completely bewildered until just now, when the girl with goggles finally came to her senses.

"Are you trying to save Misaka?" Misaka asked, puzzled.

The girl asked with a puzzled look.

Her expression was calm and composed, showing no joy at having escaped from the jaws of death.

"But Misaka is just a doll that costs 180,000 yen. As dolls, our mission is to sacrifice ourselves for the first evolution."

"do not talk like that."