After leaving the world of all NPCs

Ye Zuochen nodded at the steering wheel: "It seems you are a little busy, can you leave this matter to me?"

In the back seat, Misaka Mikoto's body suddenly tensed.

She loosened her arms that were tightly hugging Dolly as if she had been electrocuted, and rubbed her cheeks with her sleeves to wipe away the hot, wet marks.

She threw her short brown hair back, revealing her eyes, which were still red but had been reignited with burning anger and icy determination.

"No need, my friend is still in her hands, I'll go now..."

Misaka Mikoto clenched her fists on her knees, her knuckles turning white from the force, and tiny bursts of blue-white lightning crackled uncontrollably between her fingers, which were still stained with tears.

Boom!

A slight but unusually abrupt sound of a door closing interrupted her passionate declaration.

Misaka Mikoto's passionate words were stuck in her throat for a moment, and she turned to look at the driver's seat in surprise.

It was empty.

Ye Zuochen had quietly pushed the door and gotten out of the car without anyone noticing. He was facing away from the vehicle, casually moving his neck, and walking slowly towards the figure blocking the road in front of him.

"Eh?!"

Misaka Mikoto's mouth was half open, and the last syllable of "kill him with my own hands" was still hanging in the air, looking a little funny.

Ye Zuochen walked forward slowly. Three feet above his head, it seemed as if he were at an infinitely high place. A fruit that was infinitely large, infinitely small, unknowable, and invisible was slightly turning.

[Daoguo] circulated, and Ye Zuochen instantly knew the cause and effect of the matter.

Haruo Kiyama was originally a researcher at the Advanced Education Bureau's Children's Ability Teaching Materials Development Institute, and was once a subordinate of Gensei Kihara.

She is an expert in brain physiology, specializing in the study of AIM diffusion fields.

Possessing a teaching certificate, she once established a deep friendship and trust with a group of abandoned children in the Child Error group.

But as these children were harmed by the inhumane AIM detonation experiments, Kiyama, feeling overwhelmed with guilt, devoted all her energy to trying to awaken her students, and for this purpose Kiyama would not hesitate to use any means.

In order to find a way to help the children recover and conduct simulation experiments to explore the cause of the accident, Haruo Kiyama applied for the use of the "Tree Diagram Designer" 23 times, but was rejected every time. Therefore, Kiyama needs a machine that can replace the calculation.

So, Kiyama developed the "Fantasy Hand" and spread it on the Internet in the form of an audio file, causing a series of commotions.

Four days ago, due to the fact that some users of the "Fantasy Hand" lost consciousness one after another, Kiyama Haruo was invited by the director of the Mizuho Institution Hospital to come to the Mizuho Institution Hospital, and came into contact with Misaka Mikoto, Shirai Kuroko, Hatsuharu Shikiri and others.

On July 24, after his identity was exposed, he was stopped by security guards while trying to escape by holding Hatsuharu Shikiri hostage.

Everything is known.

Afterwards, [Daoguo] turned again, and instantly saw the "force field" around Kimura Haruo.

The essence of the superpower became clear in an instant. [Daoguo] turned again, and countless magic powers were like threads connecting everything. In an instant, Ye Zuochen created "superpowers".

boom!

The vision was suddenly engulfed by an overwhelming crimson.

The windshield and side windows turned into a rolling red curtain in an instant, as if someone had poured a bucket of boiling lava onto the entire sky.

The red was so intense and violent that it instantly dyed the dim sky, the cold steel bridge, and even the sparse outlines of buildings in the distance into the same thrilling and suffocating hue!

The sky is burning.

wow-

The blazing flames quickly dissipated like the receding tide, and Ye Zuochen walked out from the dissipating flames, holding the back of Mu Shan Haruo's collar in his hand.

The pitiful beauty who had been so aggressive just a moment ago now drooped limply, her slightly curly brown hair messily covering her face filled with gloom and astonishment. The hem of her white coat rolled up in a mess, revealing her dark short skirt and black stockings that were torn in several places.

Heavy footsteps stopped in front of the car.

Ye Zuochen loosened his grip, and Mu Shan Chunsheng fell heavily onto the cold and rough bridge surface with a dull thud.

She groaned in pain, her thick eyelashes trembled violently, and she struggled to raise her head, but because she was exhausted, she could only barely keep her body up.

"You..." Misaka Mikoto flung open the car door, her short brown hair almost exploding. Tiny arcs of electricity crackled around her body. She took a step in front of Ye Zuochen, staring at him with her brown pupils. "Are you a psychic? Was that your ability to rage just now?"

"That's not the case. I just created a superpower by chance." Ye Zuochen said lightly.

"..."

Misaka Mikoto was instantly stuck, as if she was choking on something. "What are you talking about? Manufacturing ability? Are you kidding me?!"

Kamijou Kaoru beside her patted her shoulder and said, "Although I think it's outrageous, I'm almost used to this kind of thing. Anyway, nothing is strange when it happens around him."

Ye Zuochen walked towards the sports car and gently pulled the door handle.

Inside the car, Hatsuharu Shiori, who was strapped in the passenger seat, suddenly raised her head.

Her small body was curled up, her short black hair was a little messy due to the impact just now, and a few artificial flowers in the shape of hibiscus and cosmos were tilted down from her wreath headdress and stuck to her forehead.

The black eyes that were originally filled with fear suddenly rippled violently like a calm lake where a stone was thrown into the lake the moment he saw the face of the young man outside the car.

The golden glow of the setting sun fell right on him, outlining the soft and clear outline of his profile.

Chuchun felt her cheeks suddenly "boom" as if they were on fire, and the scorching heat instantly spread to her ears and neck.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, almost breaking through my ribs and jumping out.

"Kidnapped princess, please get off the car."

"Ah... yes! Thank you!"

Hatsuharu Shiri woke up as if from a dream and hurriedly tried to unbuckle her seat belt.

My fingers were a little out of control due to nervousness and shyness, and it took me several attempts to unfasten the buckle.

She tried to escape from the narrow space almost as if to escape, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, her body, curled up for a long time and her legs weak, stumbled and fell forward uncontrollably!

"ah--!"

She only managed to exclaim halfway when a gentle yet irresistible force firmly supported her body.

The next moment, she was pulled into an embrace with a faint strange smell.

Ye Zuochen's arms were wrapped around her back, supporting her entire weight.

The distance is too close!

In early spring, you can clearly feel the warmth coming from the boy's chest and smell the fresh scent on his body, like the sun shining on cedar.

His drooping eyelashes were close to her, and her flushed and flustered face was clearly reflected in his beautiful black pupils.

A feeling of dizziness came over me like a tidal wave.

Hatsuharu Shikiri felt her whole body stiffen, the blood rushed to her head, her brain went blank, and the only sound was the sound of her heart beating wildly in her ears.

dong dong!dong dong!

She was so shocked that she could hardly think.

She subconsciously clutched the fabric on his chest, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"Tsk."

An irritated click of the tongue could be heard from not far away. Misaka Mikoto stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, her brown eyebrows almost twisted into a knot.

Looking at Chuchun who was held firmly in Ye Zuochen's arms, looking at her face as red as a ripe apple and her eyes that seemed to be dripping with stars, an inexplicable anger inexplicably rose in his heart.

Mikoto looked away and kicked a non-existent stone at her feet.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Misaka Mikoto finally strode over, her voice deliberately raised a few notches, then she reached out and forcefully "pulled" Hatsuharu Shiki out of Ye Zuochen's arms, putting her hands on her shoulders and looking her up and down.

"Are you hurt? Did she do anything to you?"

Hatsuharu Shiori finally recovered from her dizziness. She looked at Misaka Mikoto, who was a bit rough but still concerned. She then secretly glanced at Ye Zuochen, who looked calm beside her. Her cheeks were still hot, but she finally found her voice: "No, it's okay, Misaka-senpai, I'm fine... Teacher Kiyama... didn't hurt me..."

"I'm glad you're okay!" Misaka Mikoto said loudly as if to cover up something, then turned around suddenly, and anger ignited in her brown pupils again, shooting directly at Kimura Haruo who had just barely sat up with the help of Kamijou Kaori.

"Hey! You! You kidnapped students and caused such a big mess! What on earth do you want to do?!"

Haruo Kiyama sat on the ground, his white coat covered with dust, his eyelids lowered, hiding some of the gloom in his eyes, but the fatigue and stubbornness in his eyes were more obvious.

"To save those children... the victims of the 'Detonation Experiment to Analyze the Law of Uncontrolled Abilities'... my students... I'm willing to do anything to save them."

"you……"

Misaka Mikoto was stunned by her words.

At this moment, Ye Zuochen's voice interrupted: "As for that, I will take care of it, don't worry."

Mushan Haruo's pupils shrank suddenly, "Can you?"

"I can." Ye Zuochen's answer was without any hesitation or additional conditions. It was so simple and direct that it seemed like he was stating an established fact.

Kimura Harunai stared at him intently, trying to find even a hint of perfunctoriness or deception on his face.

After a few seconds of dead silence, Kimura Haruo's tense shoulders suddenly collapsed, and a strong sense of fatigue instantly overwhelmed her.

"……Thanks."

For some reason, she felt that Ye Zuochen was trustworthy, and even felt that he would definitely be able to take care of his students.

However, the stubbornness that was deeply rooted in her bones did not disappear. She raised her head again, her eyes becoming firm again: "But I won't give up. I won't give up on saving my students."

Misaka Mikoto frowned slightly, temporarily putting aside Kiyama Haruki's matter and returning her attention to Ye Zuochen. Her tone was filled with inquiry and deep confusion: "Wait! You just... that flame! It must be the ability to ignite fire, right? And that scale... Are you also Level 5?"

Ye Zuochen turned his gaze towards her and asked, "Meiqin, do you know what superpowers are?"

Misaka Mikoto was taken aback by the question, then, as if being underestimated, she straightened her chest, which barely rose or fell, and said with absolute confidence, "Of course I know! Is there even any need to ask? Academy City's superpowers are a major breakthrough in quantum mechanics!"

"It's through 'Personal Reality' that we deliberately distort our calculations and judgment to observe reality, causing abnormal changes in the probabilities of the microscopic world, thereby creating specific phenomena!"

"On the surface, it's a mnemonics or recitation technique, but the actual methods include drug administration, physical stimulation, and hypnotic suggestion!"

"Because multiple abilities put too much strain on the brain, each person can only have one ability!"

"Developed abilities cannot be changed, even with a brain transplant!"

“Ability development starts at the youngest age of five. Teachers are just developers and have no abilities themselves!”

The wind was howling on the overpass. Hatsuharu Shiki also opened her eyes wide and looked at the two of them nervously, the floral ornament on her head swaying gently in the wind.

Kamiya Kaoru stood a little further away, holding a long sword, her eyes thoughtful.

Ye Zuochen listened quietly to Misaka Mikoto's "popular science" and then said, "Thelema."

"It can be traced back to the Greek word meaning 'will'. It was systematized by the British occultist Aleister Crowley in 1904 and became the core of his law."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over Misaka Mikoto's slightly furrowed brows and Uiharu Shiori's dazed eyes.

“True Will is the ultimate purpose of individual existence in the Thelemic system.”

“It is the resonance and unity of self-will and the will of the universe.”

"Crowley likened it to the 'orbit of the stars.' Every person's life should follow their destiny naturally and inevitably, just like a planet follows its orbit."

“It is not a worldly wish or a socially imposed goal. It is an ‘inner truth’ that transcends personal preferences and resonates harmoniously with the universal order. It is the essential core that permeates all your practices, thoughts, perceptions, and actions.”

"And your so-called super powers."

Ye Zuochen's finger finally gently touched Misaka Mikoto's chest, "Its roots are deeply rooted in the soil of Thelema."

“And the roots of Thelema are intertwined with the ancient tree of Kabbalah.”

"So, in a sense, every superpower in Academy City is, in essence, magic disguised as science."

"And what I just did was simply place my mind in a higher dimension, casually weaving a magical circuit, and constructing what you call 'your own reality'."

The wind whistled across the viaduct, stirring up scattered pieces of paper and dust.

The setting sun stretched the shadows of several people very long.

Misaka Mikoto and Hatsuharu Shiori were completely stunned.

Misaka Mikoto's mouth was slightly open, and the scientific popularization words that were fluent and confident just now were now stuck in her throat.

She heard every word Ye Zuochen said.

Words like "Thelema," "Kabbalah," "True Will," and "Magic Circuit" were like pebbles dropped into deep water, stirring up chaotic ripples in the pond of her cognition.

Quantum mechanics, personal reality, computational ability...

These theoretical frameworks that she firmly believed in seemed to be easily... shaken by this young man using a set of words tinged with mysticism?

Misaka Mikoto subconsciously wanted to refute, to point out that this was complete nonsense and superstition!