Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

First, he fought a battle against one of only twenty saints in the world. Then, without even giving him time to recover, he fought another battle against Misaka Mikoto, who was in a semi-Level 6 state.

"Never mind, it doesn't really matter."

"Anyway, you weren't planning to keep it a secret forever, so whether it's exposed sooner or later doesn't matter to you, right?"

Misaki Shokuhou skillfully took Makoto Haramura's arm and smiled sweetly at him.

"You're right."

The flames had all been extinguished, and looking at the blackened and dilapidated room, he had no interest in staying there any longer.

Then Makoto Haramura pulled Misaki Shokuhou away from there.

"However, more than that, you must have come up with some new ideas during this operation."

"hey-hey!"

Misaki Shokuhou cutely stuck out her little tongue, blinked her beautiful starry eyes, and looked at Seiichi Haramura with a smile.

"As expected of my darling, you have a very deep understanding of me."

"It was by looking at Misaka-san that I finally found a way to improve myself and help you."

Misaki Shokuhou appeared quite excited.

"So, you want to become a Level 6?"

"..."

Even Makoto Haramura couldn't help but feel speechless looking at Misaki Shokuhou, who was now extremely excited.

As mentioned before, only Accelerator possesses the ability to become a Level 6.

Others don't even have that qualification.

"I already have a rough idea about this that can be implemented, so please look forward to it."

Misaki Shokuhou appeared very confident.

Of course, Makoto Haramura couldn't continue to pour cold water on Misaki Ichihō's ideas.

"Alright, let's go and completely eliminate Misaka's electronic virus first."

"After this is resolved, I need to get some rest. I'm so exhausted."

……

In urban legends, it is a building without windows or doors, its exterior just a pitch-black box, resembling a cylindrical structure.

The top floor of this building.

The ceiling and floor were almost entirely covered with various wires, and in the center of the room was a cylindrical transparent pillar connecting the ceiling and the floor.

The pillar was filled with red liquid, and floating in that red liquid was a man wearing green surgical scrubs, with long silver hair that reached his heels, and who looked indifferent.

Before this man, countless virtual screens appeared.

The images displayed on these screens are also quite uniform.

Of course, the unifying point is that Makoto Haramura appears in all of them.

At the same time, beside him, there was a blurry, pixelated figure that made it impossible to tell whether it was male or female, or what it looked like.

“Indeed... it is... a power... distinct from this world.”

"Ares...ta...what are you going to do?"

Aleister lowered his eyelids slightly, staring at the screen in front of him, seemingly lost in thought.

He was the one who orchestrated this scene.

The arrival of Saint Kanzaki Kaori in the Anglican Church was, in a way, a secret affair between him and Bishop Laura of England.

Both of them knew what the other wanted to do.

So Aleister laid out the bait, and the English bishop was happy to take the bait.

However, the scene before them was probably not what they wanted.

The ability to control temperature and space were things that Aleister didn't take seriously.

But what truly made him ponder was the power over time that Makoto Haramura ultimately demonstrated.

Now, Makoto Haramura undoubtedly possesses the qualifications to influence his plans.

In other words, Makoto Haramura could very well drastically alter the course of events that he had already calculated.

"Let's see how he reacts first."

"Sometimes change isn't a bad thing. If I could, I wouldn't want my real body to be out in action right now."

Aleister's pupils flickered as he glanced at Aiwass beside him.

That's what he said, but he actually didn't want to see someone like Makoto Haramura appear.

If he had the chance to get rid of Makoto Haramura, he would definitely do it without hesitation.

However, based on the power that Makoto Haramura has demonstrated so far, there may be others in this world who are his rivals.

At least two of the Right Seats of God in the Roman Catholic Church, along with certain special spiritual forms, are capable of defeating Makoto Haramura.

The problem lies in the versatility of Makoto Haramura's abilities, which gives him the world's strongest escape skills.

It's fair to say that as long as he doesn't want to fight, there's no one in the world who can stop him.

So right now, the only people he can mobilize are himself and Aiwass, who is by his side.

Aiwass is incredibly powerful. He is a holy guardian angel who was obtained by exchanging his beloved wife's body for a boar. He is an existence that changes human history by imparting wisdom.

Despite being human, he wanted to wage a full-scale war against the "Demon Gods." In order to suppress all the "Demon Gods," he painstakingly constructed the secret weapon, Aiwass.

The existence of Aiwass is a completely different concept from the angels recorded in the existing Bible. Aiwass is an angel who exists at the lowest level, in a world of pure physical laws.

However, Aleister cannot easily use Aiwass.

Because he knew very well that although Aiwass possessed the power to destroy the world with the mere flick of his finger, he was an existence who acted only according to his own interests and whims.

Even if humanity were destroyed and the world vanished without a trace, Aiwass would remain unmoved, and would not even care about his own existence.

That's why he chose to inject the virus into the Last Order, to prevent Aiwass from erasing his own existence that day.

At the same time, the reason he couldn't send Aiwass was that he knew very well that Aiwass had now developed some interest in Haramura Makoto.

He hates variables; he likes everything to go according to plan.

Because variables represent the unknown, and the unknown means the possibility of failure.

Similarly, the reason he cannot take action is that he cannot yet determine whether it is worthwhile to expend his remaining life on Makoto Haramura.

Do you really think he enjoys being immersed in a petri dish?

Come on, nobody likes this stuff.

This red liquid is a weakly alkaline culture medium, and this container is a life support device.

He entrusted all his life activities to machines, putting his mind and body in a dormant state, with over 90% of his thinking done by machines.

It is through these things that he, an old man from a thousand years ago, still has the energy to stir up trouble here.

Even with this device, his remaining lifespan is only 1,700 years.

Once removed from this sustaining device, the remaining time is extremely limited.

So Aleister is also in a stalemate.

Those who can attack at will are no match for Haramura Makoto; those who are Haramura Makoto's opponents have many restrictions on their attacks.

Aleister refocused his gaze on the screen in front of him.

"Forget it, let's wait and see."

"So...this is how you...made your choice."

Aiwas's blurry figure actually became more solid in that instant, no longer like the jumbled mess it had been before.

The white light, deliberately drawn, outlined her waist-length hair, long skirt, well-proportioned figure, and exquisitely beautiful facial features.

But that's all there is to it.

It seems impossible to get a clear look at Aiwass's face.

"The chosen one who is loved and favored by the world and has the ability to change the world."

Chapter 206 Resource Allocation

The conversation between Aleister and Iwasse remains unknown.

Makoto Haramura wasn't interested either, and took the initiative to go find Aleister.

One characteristic of Academy City is that its residents have become accustomed to such unexpected events.

Despite the huge explosion yesterday, it hasn't dampened everyone's enthusiasm for the Daihasei Festival today.

After all, this is Academy City.

It's perfectly reasonable for an explosion to happen occasionally, or for a building to be destroyed.

"Speaking of which, in Academy City, opening a construction company is probably the way to really make a fortune."

Sitting in his chair, Makoto Haramura rested one hand on his chin, lost in thought.

Because Academy City is full of dangerous people like those with espers.

Destroying the ground or blowing up buildings for no reason is perfectly reasonable; if he opened a construction company, his business would be booming.

"Makoto, Kamijou-senpai is here."

Misaki Shokuhou pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing that Makoto Haramura was still wearing his pajamas, she went straight to his side and nudged him.

"I know, I know."

"But Kamijou-senpai is really fast. It hasn't even been half an hour since he sent me the message."

Despite complaining, Makoto Haramura put down his phone and got out of bed.

He had originally arranged to meet Touma Kamijou at his own home.

But there were just too many things to do yesterday, so he didn't go home and stayed at the research institute with Misaki Shokuhou.

Touma Kamijou contacted him again that morning, seemingly unable to wait any longer.

So he gave Touma Kamijou a position in the talent workshop.

"Has Runzi returned yet?"

With Misaki Shokuhou's help, Makoto Haramura put on his coat and asked her a question.

"We're heading back now."

"After all, the school is still a bit far from here."

"But it should arrive soon."

After getting dressed, Misaki Shokuhou and Makoto Haramura left through the bedroom door.

She has a lot to do right now and can't stay idle at all.

After all, Kihara Gensei's invasion yesterday was quite unrestrained, and many passages and rooms in the Saijin Workshop were damaged.

It's fair to say that the normal operation of the workshop is now in trouble.

In the past, the shutdown of the talent workshop wouldn't have had much of an impact on Misaki Shokuhou.

But now things are different. In order to achieve its goals, the Talent Workshop Research Institute is going to start operating at full capacity again after a long time.

Every moment of pause is a waste of time and a waste of life.

"Alright, I'll go see Kamijou-senpai. See you later."

He turned and walked out of the corridor, went downstairs, and opened the door.

Touma Kamijou, sitting on the sofa looking uneasy, came into Makoto Haramura's view.

"Hello, Kamijou-senpai."

"Don't you have any projects scheduled for this morning?"