People who are interested in comics will never die in the Shura field

Misaka Mikoto had no intention of developing her own power, but unknowingly, an invisible force gathered around her.

With just a wave of her hand, Misaka Mikoto would surely have a ton of female students following her.

This is the influence of the strong on the weak.

Misaka Mirei looked at her daughter with a worried expression.

In such an environment, the daughter is highly likely to be turned gay.

As a mother, should I give my daughter a proper reminder?

If that's truly what Mikoto thinks, then as her mother, she shouldn't interfere with her daughter's choice.

"Mikoto! No matter what you choose, Mom will support you! Good luck!" Misaka Misuzu finally gave up completely.

Do whatever you want.

"Don't forget the big meal we promised later." Yamabuki Hanajin leaned against Misaka Mikoto's chest.

I have to say that the feel of this is still somewhat different from that of my mother-in-law.

Of course, you can only think these things in your mind and never say them out loud, otherwise you will definitely be blasted to pieces by the railgun!

"The next race is a sprint. Please welcome all athletes to the field," the referee announced.

All the personnel appeared on stage together.

Among them is Misaki Shokuhou, the queen of Tokiwadai.

Misaki Shokuhou had a small backpack slung over her shoulder, containing a remote control—a limiter for her abilities.

Because her mental power was so immense, she used a remote control to subdivide it into various categories.

Is it to erase someone's memory, put them to sleep, or directly alter their memory...?

These detailed capabilities all require a remote control.

"You can't bring other items during the exam, so I'm confiscating your bag. Come back and get it when the competition is over." Senior Sister Kofuku silently took Misaki Shokuhou's small bag away.

Misaki Shokuhou looked completely bewildered.

Are you sure the Daihasei Festival isn't specifically targeting me?

Finally, the Queen achieved an impressive time of 32 seconds in the 100-meter sprint.

"It's decided, after this competition I'm going to erase everyone's memories! This is absolutely the darkest chapter in my life!" Misaki Shokuhou knelt on the ground, panting.

Do you know how desperate I was?

Finally, all the matches in the morning were over, and it was lunchtime.

Kamijou Touma saw his parents waving to him from the arena, and just as he was about to walk over, he saw Index lying on the ground like a corpse.

"Touma... I'm starving... Do you have any food?" Index said with a look of despair.

Touma Kamijou then remembered that he had forgotten to give Index pocket money when he left home that morning. Moreover, Index was not good with modern technology and had been hungry since morning. If Index were in her normal state, she might have already started eating people.

However, it's quite remarkable that Index was able to maintain her normal condition.

"Food! Touma! I want to eat!" Index looked at Touma Kamijou with a look of despair.

Finally, the family went to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

Coincidentally, Misaka Misuzu also came to this restaurant with her daughter and doll, and they sat right next door.

Since we're all acquaintances, we quickly agreed to share a table.

Adults have their own topics, and children have theirs.

"By the way, which worlds are you going to visit during this time?" Misaka Mikoto looked at Yamabuki Hanajin with a curious expression.

"This period has been quite eventful. I transmigrated to a world with a Demon King. The Demon King entrusted his son to me, and I wanted to be the Demon King's mother. Oh, and that day I transformed into your appearance," Yamabuki Hanajin whispered.

"Why did it turn into my likeness? You're not going to do anything weird with my appearance, are you?" Misaka Mikoto shouted, attracting a large crowd.

However, when the restaurant staff saw a middle school girl talking to a doll, they just smiled slightly. Although she was a little older, girls who retain a childlike heart are the most beautiful.

Misaka Mikoto's face flushed slightly.

"Hmph, with my personality, how could I not do strange things?" Yamabuki Hanajin handed over a photo.

Misaka Mikoto glanced at it and her face turned as red as if it were on fire, all the way down to her neck.

Kamijou Touma, looking curious, wanted to go over and take a look.

"Two dragons playing with beads!"

Kamijou Touma immediately raised his right hand to shield his eyes. No matter what, I'm a seasoned thug. How could such a move possibly work on me?

The result was that the two girls each stuck out a finger and poked his eyelid hard!

"Oh! My eyes!"

"I not only took pictures of black stockings, white stockings, nude stockings, leopard print, see-through stockings, bikinis... I even included close-ups! My dear, you wouldn't want these photos to fall into the hands of haters, would you?"

Chapter 342: The Meeting with the Demon and Aleister

Misaka Mikoto felt her sanity was about to collapse. She silently reached into her skirt pocket and pulled out a coin.

"Yamabuki, for the sake of our acquaintance, I'll give you a chance to say your last words. Is there anything else you want to say?" Misaka Mikoto exuded a terrifying killing intent.

This bastard actually transformed into his own appearance to take these weird photos! He's hopeless! This bastard is rotten to the core! He should just go and be reincarnated.

"If it were a dying wish... should we try getting married?"

"Don't say things like that to a fourteen-year-old girl, you bastard!"

"The only one who can marry my sister is me, Kuroko!" Shirai Kuroko suddenly appeared from the side.

The parents next to them were laughing happily at the lively scene; this was the kind of energy children should have.

Index was completely focused on the rice, and a few moments later, a pile of rice bowls had been moved around her. For Touma Kamijou, who knew Index very well, this was just the beginning.

This rice is definitely not enough to fill Miss Indix's stomach.

Suddenly, a small pebble gently hit Touma Kamijou on the back from a distance. Touma immediately turned around and saw his good-natured friend Tsuchimikado looking at him with a grin, holding two small pebbles in his hand.

But when Touma Kamijou saw the person next to Tsuchimikado, his expression immediately turned very ugly.

Because standing next to Tsuchimikado was none other than Stiyl, the fire mage known as the mage killer.

"Why are you two bastards together? There's never anything good when you two are together. Please let me go. I don't want to get involved in any more messy things." Kamijou Touma looked at Tsuchimikado with a face full of despair.

"Touma, we're best friends. How could I leave you out of something good? Come here!" Tsuchimikado laughed and grabbed Touma, pulling him toward the nearby restroom. At the same time, he greeted Touma's parents, who were looking at him with curiosity: "Uncle and Aunt, do you remember me? We met when the angels fell. Oh, right, I was transformed into the appearance of a celebrity back then, so you probably don't remember me."

Although Kamijou Touya didn't remember this appearance, he felt like he had heard the boy's voice somewhere before.

"I'm Touma's classmate. I need to talk to him about something. I'll return him to you in a bit. Let's go!" Tsuchimikado grabbed Touma by the neck and left.

The crowd was left completely bewildered and at a loss.

"Ah, don't look at me like that, it makes me feel guilty." Tsuchimikado laughed.

"Tell me what happened quickly, I need to get back for dinner. I'm willing to help as long as it's not related to magicians." Kamijou Touma felt that an ordinary student like himself shouldn't be involved in magicians' battles.

"Sir, I didn't expect you to be so smart. You guessed it before I even explained why we came. That's right, our purpose in coming here is to drag you into the battle of mages. According to reliable intelligence, a dangerous individual has already quietly set foot on this land. Sir, the organization needs your abilities now."

"What the hell is this organization? When did we become comrades-in-arms? I'm just an ordinary high school student. I'm not a multi-faceted spy like you, nor do I have the power to fight magicians head-on like Stiyl. Let me go..." Kamijou Touma said with a look of despair.

Tsuchimikado sighed, "Since you don't want to, we won't force you. However, that mage roams around Academy City and could attack innocent people at any time. Ue, I'm sorry to involve you. You don't need to feel guilty. Even if someone dies because of the mage's attack, don't feel pressured. This has nothing to do with you. Although you could have stopped it all..."

Touma Kamijou's facial muscles twitched. "You've said all that, how can you expect me to stay out of this? Are you trying to morally blackmail me?"

Do you dare to use some more sophisticated methods?

"Oh, and by the way, if anyone dies, don't forget to lay a bouquet of flowers at their grave," Tsuchimikado continued.

"Alright, you win. Tell me about the situation now. I have a match this afternoon and I have to get back before then," Kamijou Touma said helplessly.

That's just the kind of person he is; whenever someone asks him for help, he will lend a helping hand without hesitation.

Otherwise, why do you think the cult leader is so popular with his female followers? It's all earned with his life.

"First, let's rewind a little bit!" Tsuchimikado Seishin snapped his fingers.

……

This morning, the President of the Academy City, Aleister, and the Archbishop of the Anglican Church held a secret meeting.

The negotiations revolved around two issues.

The first thing: Lidovia. A nun in the Roman Catholic Church, but an outcast in the eyes of all the Roman high command. She constantly took in desperate people with various talents, accumulating her own power. She believed that science was an infringement on religion and regarded science as heresy.

The second thing: the Piercing Sword, a treasure weapon specifically designed to target saints; as long as the tip of the sword is pointed at a saint, it can kill them completely.

For most religious forces, saints are simply the highest-level combat force they can muster, and they will not use saints unless absolutely necessary, much like nuclear bombs in the scientific world.

The thrusting sword directly disrupted this balance.

"You contacted me first thing this morning just for this?" Aleister asked expressionlessly.

“After all, a promising mage has barged into your territory with a spiked sword. You’re not going to just ignore it, are you?” Laura Stowa said with a smile as she gently combed her hair.

They are both truly cunning old foxes.

It lived for hundreds of years.

"I can handle the problem of the Spiked Sword, but shouldn't you also send out one or two decent fighters? Although this city has 2.3 million superpowered individuals and countless ways to deal with a magician, if superpowered individuals defeat a magician, it means that science is declaring war on the magical world. Humans are such boring creatures, always liking to add meaningless meanings to things."

Laura Stow, known as the devil, suddenly laughed heartily: "Don't you have someone perfectly suited for this operation? That boy on the right who destroys all supernatural powers. Of course, I'll also send someone else to assist you."

The two big bosses inexplicably reached an agreement.

“Oh, right, there’s something I want to remind you of,” Aleister suddenly said. “If you comb your hair like that all the time… you’ll go bald.”

Laura Stow's smile froze instantly.

Chapter 343: Mikoto, even if you like girls, Mom will support you.

"That's roughly the situation," Tsuchimikado said with a smile.

"I understand the situation. Let's set off now."

Tsuchimikado, Touma Kamijou, and Stiyl looked at each other in bewilderment, because the voice did not come from any of them. They all looked in the direction from which the voice came, and suddenly a black feather fell from the sky.

It is an adorable doll with black wings.

"Ms. Yamabuki, if I remember correctly, this should be the men's restroom... Is it alright if you just come in?" Touma Kamijou couldn't help but ask.

"Please don't worry about the details. I'm here to have some fun. When can we set off?" asked Yamabuki Hanajin.

She had no interest in anything like the spiked sword; she was mainly interested in the delivery person, "Oriana."

She's a super mature and voluptuous older sister; if we miss this chance, who knows when we'll meet again.

"A magical creation?" Stiyl looked at the strange doll in front of him with a solemn expression.

"Not really, more like some kind of strange superpowered being." Touma Kamijou was already quite familiar with Yamabuki Hanajin, who changed her appearance every day. "By the way, at least the angel lady when the angels fell was also her. If I put it that way, do you understand?"

Tsuchimikado gasped, "I never imagined there would be something like this in Academy City. I had no idea. Uta, how many secrets are you hiding from me? By the way, how did you meet such a lovely lady? Don't worry, I'm not jealous at all."

Touma Kamijou muttered to himself, "One day I was sleeping at home when he appeared in my bed..."

"How tragic! Why does someone like A-Shang have beautiful girls in his bed, while I work so hard but no one loves me?" Tsuchimikado roared to the sky.

Kamijou Touma said awkwardly, "Tsuchimikado, this is the men's restroom. Please don't do such embarrassing things. Besides, it's not what you think at all. That day, Yamabuki-san turned into a terrifyingly muscular gay man... Don't remind me of what happened that day..."

Suddenly, Stiyl felt a chill in his anus.

A very unpleasant memory came flooding back.

"Could it be... that gay guy who can drive the Ghost Back... is the same person as this cute girl in front of me?" Stiyl felt his brain trembling. Why would such an outrageous thing happen in the world? I don't believe it, I absolutely don't believe it.

"So when can we set off? My beloved concubine will be fine today, so I plan to go have some fun with you guys," Yamabuki Hanajin said in a serious tone.

If her memory serves her correctly, Misaka Mikoto turning into the zombie Misakamon should be a plot point that happens tomorrow.

Tsuchimikado coughed loudly, then calmly said, "The best way now is to split into four groups. We have no idea how the enemy will send the Thorn Sword in, but we must be careful of people carrying huge luggage. Alright, let's go."

To avoid worrying his parents, Touma Kamijou quietly left the restaurant. Misaka Mikoto stared curiously at Yamabuki Hanajin, who flew out with Touma Kamijou.