Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the battlefield.

As time went on, more and more players started logging off.

After all, for them, it was just a task to complete, and when it was time for dinner, they naturally had to return to reality.

Accelerator clearly felt the pressure around him suddenly drop.

The thousands of players who had originally surrounded him have now dwindled to just a few dozen scattered throughout the ruins. Some are still watching him warily, while others have begun packing up their weapons, clearly having lost the will to continue fighting.

"It's finally much quieter." Accelerator sneered. Although the killing intent in his eyes had not completely dissipated, he was less violent due to exhaustion.

Faced with the remaining scum, he decided to strike hard.

He swung his right hand out suddenly, and several air cannons roared out, instantly hitting several players who were still hesitating.

"Bang!" Explosions rang out one after another, and the players turned into specks of light and vanished.

Immediately afterwards, he activated vector manipulation, and the surrounding collapsed building debris and broken steel bars were instantly swept up by an invisible force and smashed towards the remaining players like a rainstorm.

Even though they scattered and fled, they couldn't escape the reach of this attack.

In just a few dozen seconds, Accelerator had cleared out all the players within his sight.

Accelerator stands in the center of the battlefield.

Looking around, almost all the buildings within a kilometer had collapsed, with piles of broken walls and rubble, and the ground was covered with pits of varying sizes.

This place bears no resemblance to Academy City; it's more like a post-war ruin.

Accelerator was completely unfazed by this, and even took it for granted.

Ultimately, it was these reckless individuals who provoked the situation, and their current predicament is entirely their own doing.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, his stomach suddenly growled.

Accelerator clicked his tongue impatiently, even muttering to his stomach, "So long-winded..."

But the hunger pangs grew stronger and stronger, and he realized that he had been fighting all day without even having a drink of water.

Even though he is a Level 5 at the top of Academy City and possesses the terrifying ability to alter vectors, his body is still essentially that of an ordinary human.

Today, I punched and manipulated vectors more times than I had in the previous six months combined. Even though my abilities could eliminate physical fatigue, my tense nerves were already overwhelmed.

Right now, all he wants is to get back home as soon as possible, eat something, and get a good night's sleep.

One-way stopped and started walking away from the ruins.

"He's leaving, should we still go?"

At this moment, several figures quietly peeked out from behind the ruins of a building not far away; they were a group of players who had just arrived.

They hadn't completed the mission before, so they thought they'd try their luck again, but the BOSS didn't give them any face and left directly.

Another player wielding a greatsword shook his head: "Forget it, we're too few in number. Going up now would basically be suicide."

There were only a dozen or so of them in total. Even if they charged at the boss together, they would be easily wiped out.

"There's no chance anymore, let's wait for next time."

The other players nodded in agreement, though they were unwilling, they knew the difference in strength was too great.

With a significant numerical advantage and bad luck in failing to complete the task, it's best to disperse now that there are only so many of us.

Little did they know that this parting would be their final farewell to that kind old man.

......

In the lounge on the top floor of the hospital, a large group of Misaka Sisters were watching today's battle in the spacious hall.

Of course, the video was synchronized from Yui to the TV screen.

Some of them stared intently at the screen, while others held a hamburger in one hand and a juice in the other, watching as if they were watching a movie.

The number of these Misaka Sisters exceeds fifty!

The video doesn't show Accelerator crushing the players, but rather players launching bizarre attacks on him according to the missions given by the Misaka Sisters.

On the screen, while Accelerator was being harassed by other players, a player secretly circled behind him and seized the opportunity to slap him on the butt.

Another player seized an opportunity during the battle and touched Accelerator's forehead. Although the man was knocked away on the spot, he successfully completed the mission.

Another player tried to slap Accelerator, and although he missed, he made Accelerator so angry that his face turned black.

"That's so perverted, but Misaka feels really relieved."

One of the Misaka Sisters watched Accelerator's frantic state on the screen. Although her face remained expressionless, her tone betrayed her undisguised glee.

It should be noted that thousands of Misaka Sisters have already died at Accelerator's hands.

Seeing the murderer being 'tortured' like this, even the expressionless clone could feel a surge of joy in his heart.

"The spanking mission was Misaka's idea!" A Misaka sister pointed at the screen, her tone tinged with pride. "A villain like Accelerator deserves to be taught a lesson so he knows the consequences of doing bad things!"

“You’re right.” The Misaka sisters nodded, but added, “But Misaka thinks spanking isn’t enough; we should humiliate him more directly. Like… messing up his arrogant hairstyle? Misaka has been annoyed with that guy’s hairstyle for a long time!”

“Misaka thinks the simpler the better.” Another Misaka sister pointed to a clip on the screen of players slapping each other: “Look how ugly Accelerator’s expression is when they try to slap him. Isn’t this better?”

The Misaka Sisters were all talking at once, each with their own opinions, but seeing this scene was undoubtedly very satisfying.

Kirito stood at the back of the group, watching the Misaka Sisters chattering away, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Not bad, not bad. The Misaka Sisters of the past had dull, lifeless eyes, utterly indifferent to death.

Now we can have these discussions, everyone has their own emotions and their own thoughts, and everything is moving in a positive direction.

Kirito then suggested, "How about we make ten thousand copies of this video so you can watch it anytime?"

Upon hearing this, the chattering Misaka Sisters suddenly stopped their discussion and turned to look at Kirito.

Then they responded in the same tone Kirito had used recently:

"6~"

"Only you could come up with such a solution."

"If Accelerator finds out, he'll probably want to kill you, Misaka can say with certainty."

Kirito felt ashamed. Had he done something wrong?

My intention was simply to help all the Misaka Sisters emerge from their shadows and become more cheerful, so why do I feel like I'm some kind of demon?