Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

He followed closely behind Misaki Shokuhou, then placed the password that Aleister had given him next to Misaki Shokuhou.

"This is the password."

"After deleting Misaka Mikoto's genetic map, remember to delete the records completely as well."

"I see."

Misaki Shokuhou glanced at it briefly, then her small, white hands flew across the keyboard in front of her as if she were playing piano keys.

In just a few seconds, the computer screen returned to its original state.

Misaki Shokuhou also stood up from her chair again.

"Alright, everything is resolved."

It's clear that Misaki Shokuhou is quite relaxed.

Clearly, Misaka Mikoto's genetic map had been causing her a lot of psychological stress, and now that Shokuhou Misaki was able to solve it herself, it relieved a lot of that stress.

"Now is the time for me to give you my real gift."

Are you ready to accept this gift?

Makoto Haramura bowed slightly and extended his hand in an inviting gesture.

Misaki Shokuhou, a little shyly, placed her hand on Makoto Haramura's hand.

"I'm ready."

Chapter 183 No more hesitation

It's a bit of a shame to say this, but it's true that Misaki Shokuhou received no gifts from Makoto Haramura other than the ring she's currently wearing.

As for the things that Makoto Haramura bought for her while they went shopping, they certainly can't be considered gifts.

If it's not a surprise, it can't be called a gift.

Yes, at least that's how Misaki Shokuhou perceives it.

She was extremely excited.

She was really looking forward to seeing what gift Makoto Haramura would give her.

"Are you ready then?"

Makoto Haramura's face was full of smiles as he took Misaki Shokuhou's soft, boneless hand in his.

"I'm ready."

Misaki Shokuhou tiptoed towards Makoto Haramura and pressed herself against him.

"Time travel is about to begin."

The pitch-black void slowly unfolded beneath Makoto Haramura's feet, and the two of them, like drowning people sinking into a swamp, slowly disappeared into that spacetime rift.

Above the laboratory, the driver, who was still waiting inside the factory, watched the container where the two had disappeared.

"When exactly are Miss and Young Master Haramura coming out?"

……

The walls were entirely silver, radiating a steely sheen, and the passageways were wide enough for four or five people to walk side by side.

In front of them was another very thick-looking door, indicating a very high level of security.

Within this space, a pitch-black rift suddenly opened like a vertical pupil, revealing endless, profound darkness.

Inside the crevice, there was not only darkness, but upon closer inspection, it also seemed to contain countless beings that resembled red eyes.

Just looking at it is enough to send chills down your spine.

"here it is?"

Misaki Shokuhou walked out, looked around, and a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

Honestly, she's in a much better mood now that she's resolved a major issue today.

But seeing her surroundings, her mood soured again.

There was nothing she could do; the environment was simply too different from what she had imagined.

Before she came out, she thought that Makoto Haramura had prepared a surprise for her, including a candlelight dinner, flowers, and a bed covered with rose petals.

She had spent a long time mentally preparing herself.

She was prepared to hand herself over completely to Makoto Haramura.

After all, in the past few days, I've already done everything I should and shouldn't have done with Makoto Haramura, except for the final step.

She was fed up with the constant wrist pain.

Who would have thought it would turn out like this?

This scene was far different from what I had imagined.

"Alright, stop being so quick to be disappointed."

"I guarantee you'll like what I've prepared for you."

"As for what you want, we can do it anytime."

Makoto Haramura chuckled and lightly stroked Misaki Shokuhou's delicate nose.

Having spent so much time with Misaki Shokuhou, Makoto Haramura could tell what she was thinking with just a glance.

"What are you thinking..."

Misaki Shokuhou's face immediately turned bright red, and she couldn't help but spit at Makoto Haramura.

"All he does all day is think about these inappropriate things."

"Who on earth is thinking such inappropriate things?"

Makoto Haramura muttered a helpless complaint, while his hands continued to work, entering the password in front of the iron gate.

The heavy alloy doors slowly pushed open to both sides.

Numerous large test tubes, resembling fish tanks, came into view, each containing some unknown, thick, blue liquid.

However, there was one different test tube among these.

A naked little girl was floating inside.

She had shoulder-length, tea-colored hair, her eyes were closed, and she was rather thin, looking malnourished.

Yes, she looks a lot like someone.

She looks a lot like those Misaka Sisters who looked exactly like him, whom he had just separated from.

"How about this surprise?"

"Like it?"

Makoto Haramura quickly looked away and turned to Misaki Shokuhou.

However, the expected look of surprise and astonishment from Misaki Shokuhou didn't come across; instead, she stared at him speechlessly.

Ah Lei, this reaction doesn't seem quite right.

"You said you brought me here just to see that idiot's clone naked?"

Yes, she's getting a little angry now.

Misaki Shokuhou can clearly tell her boyfriend that she is angry.

Not only did she not receive the flowers, dinner, and candles she had hoped for, but now she's being forced to see her nemesis naked?

What's so special about a mere airport?

It had no flesh on its body at all, looking like a deflated balloon.

The skin doesn't have the same luster as my own.

You've misunderstood.

He finally understood what Misaki Shokuhou's reaction really meant.

Makoto Haramura waved his hand, somewhat amused and exasperated.

"No matter how I think about it, I would never intentionally provoke you like this. I don't have any masochistic or perverted psychology."

"You should know that the Misaka Sisters created at the same time all have the same brainwaves, and their memories are shared."

Makoto Haramura's expression was indeed very serious, and Misaki Shokuhou, who was also serious, put away her anger and nodded slightly.

"Of course I know, but what can I do about it?"

She wanted to see what kind of explanation her boyfriend could give her.

If this explanation doesn't suit her taste, she'll ignore him for a week, or maybe three days, or even just one day.

"I now fully understand why you are angry because of Misaka Mikoto."

"Besides her abilities, she's also the girl who once entered your heart and then disappeared—a replica of Misaka Mikoto, Dolly."

This time, Misaki Shokuhou was genuinely not angry; instead, her face fell into a silent expression.

She had no idea how her boyfriend found out about the past she was trying to hide.

However, she believed that her boyfriend would never intentionally touch on her sore spots.

Therefore, he must have his own reasons for saying that.

"Yes, there is such a person. What's wrong?"

Instead of answering directly, Makoto Haramura slowly walked towards the petri dish containing the replica and gently tapped the glass cover.

The outer casing immediately emitted a crisp echo, and the blue liquid inside also rippled.

"This replica is from the same factory as Dolly, which means her brainwaves are exactly the same as Dolly's."

Is this gift a surprise?

"..."

Misaki Shokuhou was completely stunned; Makoto Haramura's words had left her utterly speechless.

Brainwaves are the same, and identical brainwaves will be shared.

In other words, this replica in front of her records all the memories she had with Dolly.

This involves a somewhat mystical issue.

Is memory the primary focus of a person, or is the body the primary focus?

If a person is dead, but their memories are revived in another person's body, and they remember all their past memories, whether it's their behavior or their emotions, they will be exactly the same as before.

Can we say for sure that he is dead?

To use another analogy, imagine someone who has lost all their memories, and it's certain that they can never get those memories back.

He has completely forgotten his family, lover, and friends.

Can such a person still be considered alive?

Misaki Shokuhou didn't care what others thought. As a user of "psychological control," at least in her mind, only memories could carry a person's entire past.

Memory is the essence of a person.

She kept thinking that if she had realized the truth about Dolly earlier and preserved Dolly's memories in advance, could she have resurrected Dolly?

Now this opportunity is right in front of her.

A clone carrying Dolly's memories has appeared.

"Is this... real...?"

Misaki Shokuhou walked forward in disbelief, her slender, fair hands trembling as she touched the petri dish. It was as if she wanted to touch the face inside through the glass.

"of course it's true."

"Moreover, because she didn't use drugs like Zid-02, Riz-13, or Hel-03 to accelerate her growth, her lifespan is much longer than that of a typical clone. She'll live for at least ten or twenty years, which is about the same."

"As for what happens next, we'll have to figure that out ourselves."

Makoto Haramura shrugged.