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Misaka Mikoto thought carefully and said, "But it's just a lack of coordination, which makes my control a little unstable. However, I didn't pay too much attention to it, thinking that I had suffered a large current, which caused some damage to my body, and that I would recover afterward."

Misaka Mikoto looked down at her hands and said, "Now it seems... that's not the case. Misaki, do you have any objections?"

Misaki Shokuhou pondered for a few seconds and said, "The only explanation... is that when you first met him that day, you were infected by this boy's power... no, assimilated."

"Although assimilation will not cause complete harm to a person's mind and consciousness, we are superpowered individuals. Our mind and consciousness are actually different from ordinary people. After our abilities have been unlocked, we have our own personal reality."

Misaki Shokuhou also looked at the spots on her arm and said, "So, when we are tainted by the spirit and consciousness of others, it may interfere with our personal reality."

"My abilities haven't been affected so far, but Mikoto, you've clearly been affected. Now that you and I are both self-aware consciousness entities, the effects are probably more pronounced under these circumstances."

Misaka Mikoto was also an academic high-achiever and had a deep understanding of these related theories. She immediately understood what Shokuhou Misaki meant.

"So... this is the power that I have fused with him?"

"It's not that simple!"

Seeing the strange expression on Misaka Mikoto's face, which showed little worry but rather seemed to bring joy, Misaki Shokuhou became anxious and said, "If this continues, Mikoto, your abilities will be affected!"

"While the effects may be both good and bad, this kind of mutation-like effect is largely negative! Mikoto, because of this incident, your status as a superpowered being... might also be lost!"

Misaka Mikoto fell silent, pursing her lips and remaining silent.

Because Misaka Mikoto knew that Shokuhou Misaki wasn't exaggerating.

If a few minor cuts on her finger could previously affect her superpowers, then now her entire hand is imbued with the boy's power...

How much will this affect Misaka Mikoto's superpowers?

Misaka Mikoto doesn't know, doesn't want to guess, and doesn't want to know.

"Stop... Mikoto."

Misaki Shokuhou slowly uttered a few words, saying, "I desperately tried to save this boy before, but it was also to protect myself. After all, if I didn't save him, I would just continue to stay alone. Saving him was just a desperate gamble."

"

Misaki Shokuhou lowered her head, her face shrouded in shadow, and said, "But you are different, Mikoto. You connected through a device, and I believe that after a while, the Underworld Soul Chaser will forcibly disconnect your connection, and then you will be rescued."

"Right now it's just one hand. If you continue, the pollution might spread, and you'll be completely trapped here, never to get out!"

"Stop... Mikoto."

Misaki Shokuhou's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

Misaka Mikoto watched quietly, listened quietly, and watched Shokuhou Misaki's silence, then suddenly smiled.

She was smiling brightly.

The wedding dress worn by Misaka Mikoto gives off a feeling of happiness, but her smile seems a bit forced.

Misaka Mikoto opened her arms and hugged Shokuhou Misaki's shoulders, which made Shokuhou Misaki, who had been trembling slightly, suddenly widen her eyes.

"Cao Qi, thank you."

"Actually...you've been forcing yourself all along, haven't you?"

Misaka Mikoto said calmly, "Although you are unwilling to say more, I can already feel from your few words that you are very tired and in pain. Standing here is your limit right now."

"I don't know what you've been through this past year, but I can imagine how much mental stress it must be to be alone for a year."

"You used to laugh and joke with me all the time, but was it all just a facade you put on to maintain this tough look?"

Misaki Shokuhou was stunned, not expecting that the seemingly carefree Misaka Mikoto had seen through everything.

At this point, Misaki Shokuhou was far beyond her limit. If it weren't for her abilities, she would probably have already suffered a mental breakdown!

The collapsed spirit will shatter completely and then be devoured by the red and white power here, causing Misaki Shokuhou's self to disappear from the world completely.

This is actually what Misaki Shokuhou referred to as pollution—spiritual pollution.

Pollution is not necessarily a negative term; it can also be neutral. For example, adding oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar to a glass of sugar water, even though these ingredients are not pollutants themselves, when combined, they do pollute the sugar water.

At this moment, Misaki Shokuhou's mind has been invaded by the power of red and white. Deep in her consciousness, she is still suppressing the fish-like self. If she is not careful, she may fall into chaos.

Of course, if Misaki Shokuhou completely lets go of herself and allows her spirit and consciousness to merge and change, then she won't have to bear this pressure.

But Misaki Shokuhou would never do such a thing, otherwise... would Misaki Shokuhou at that time still be Misaki Shokuhou?

"Mikoto, I..."

"Okay, okay, I understand. The one who should really apologize is me. I dragged you into this matter that had nothing to do with you."

"So, I'm the one who should really apologize."

After saying that, Misaka Mikoto stood up and said, "So, Misaki, you've already worked hard enough. You can leave the rest to me. Didn't Best say that you and he will only be rescued after I come in?"

As she spoke, Misaka Mikoto clenched her fist, seemingly unconcerned about the red and white markings on it, and said, "I'm different from you. I'm a fighter. Since my abilities are still usable, it means I can still be put to use."

"By now, it's quite clear what we need to do: destroy the SOS runes on his body, and obviously only I can do that, right?"

"So, everything from now on is really up to me. You just need to wait here for my victorious return."

After saying that, Misaka Mikoto turned around, her back to the coastline, and looked at a distant area that seemed to be shrouded in white mist. Then she looked at her own hands and the strange patterns on them.

“I can feel it, I can feel a resonance there, he is there.”

045 Welcome to the City of Momo

As Misaka Mikoto spoke, the lines on her hands flickered faintly, as if responding to her words.

"You see, so the current situation isn't too bad. At least this ability lets me know his true location. Even if there are any obstacles next, I'll still be able to pinpoint his direction."

"Isn't this kind of power awesome?"

Misaka Mikoto grinned, trying to offer one last word of comfort to Shokuhou Misaki, but Shokuhou Misaki kept her head down, seemingly not planning to say another word.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. Caoqi, you rest here. I'll do my best and won't keep you waiting too long."

However, when Misaka Mikoto took another step, Shokuhou Misaki's voice rang out again.

"Why……"

Misaka Mikoto stopped and turned around, saying, "What? Why?"

"Why are you so persistent? Why are you so determined to save him?!"

"Is it because he saved your life that you feel obligated to repay him? Or is it because of this sudden act of heroism, coupled with his handsome face, that you're so reckless, even disregarding your own future?"

"Misaka Mikoto, I really don't understand why you'd risk everything for him? You're well aware of the situation, aren't you? You've done enough. Even if you let go, no one will blame you, right?"

"Moreover, you haven't exchanged a single word with him until now. You don't know who he is, you don't even know his name!"

"Was it all worth it?"

Misaki Shokuhou looked up and questioned Misaka Mikoto, but Misaka Mikoto seemed unable to meet Misaki Shokuhou's gaze and immediately turned her head away, subconsciously touching her hair.

"You're asking me that... it's a difficult question for me to answer!"

Misaka Mikoto hesitated for a moment, thought for a while, shook her head, and said, "I'm sorry, actually I can't give you a real reason, because I don't really understand it either. After all... there are some things I don't really think about so clearly. Anyway, if my body decides to do something, then I'll just do it."

"I think there are three types of people in this world who are true heroes."

"The first type is people who give their all to protect their loved ones, even when they are powerless. The second type is people who do their best to do everything in the present because of past regrets."

"As for the third one..."

Misaka Mikoto looked into the distance and said, "It's about becoming a hero without even thinking, just based on the feelings in your heart."

"And now, isn't it pitiful that the hero who saved me is all alone in this place? So, no matter what, I have to go see him, to wake him up, and even if it takes all my strength, I have to say thank you to him."

"This... is what I want to do now."

This time, it was Misaki Shokuhou's turn to fall silent. She muttered to herself, "I don't understand, and I can't accept it. This reason... is just too ridiculous. Do you take me for a child?"

Misaka Mikoto didn't seem to care about Shokuhou Misaki's distrust; instead, she smiled even more brightly.

The flowers are as radiant as blooming pure white lilies, with a touch of the morning sun's rosy glow amidst them.

"Well then, let me tell you a reason that's easier for you to accept."

"Now that I'm here, and even dressed in a wedding dress because of your prank, I should at least ask the hero who saved my life what he thinks of my current appearance!"

"Otherwise...wouldn't we have been fooled by you for nothing?"

Hearing Misaka Mikoto's words, Shokuhou Misaki couldn't help but smile. Compared to the previous reason, which was like a fairy tale, this reason was more in line with a girl's mind.

But... which one is the real one?

Or perhaps, both are true?

"I'm not saying anything more, even if you're my good friend, I can't tell you everything on my mind. Hmph, well then, I'm leaving bye!"

After saying that, Misaka Mikoto left, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, and walked towards the tall, shadowy figure shrouded in mist in the distance. Behind her, Shokuhou Misaki remained kneeling, motionless.

"What the hell should I do?"

After a long while, when Misaka Mikoto's figure had completely disappeared, Shokuhou Misaki raised her head, looked in the direction Misaka Mikoto had left, and muttered to herself.

Then, she raised her arm, looked at the mottled spots on it, and a look of disgust appeared on her face.

"What...ugly things..."

"But... is it they that are ugly, or myself?"

As Misaki Shokuhou murmured softly, the red and white spots on her arm began to flow and recombine. Soon, the spots, which originally looked like drops of red and white paint on the ground, actually recombined into red and white patterns similar to those on Misaka Mikoto's arm, and were imprinted on Misaki Shokuhou's body.

Not only on her arms, but every inch of Misaki Shokuhou's skin began to show these mysterious patterns.

“Accept them, and they can become beautiful. But reject them, reject them madly and curse them, and they will become the ugly thing they were before.”

"So...the ugly one is myself, isn't it? That heart filled with fear, insecurity, and disbelief."

The changes in Misaki Shokuhou continued, no longer limited to the surface of her body, but also penetrating deep into her interior.

Even the golden star in Misaki Shokuhou's eyes began to deepen in color, eventually transforming into a red interior with a white border.

It's like wearing a pair of beautiful colored contact lenses.

At the same time, Misaki Shokuhou stood up, closed her eyes, and opened her arms. Her Tokiwadai school uniform immediately shattered and turned into light, returning to her own body, exposing her naked and voluptuous figure to the air once again.

Strange red and white patterns covered her entire body, even reaching her neck and touching her cheeks.

She tossed her long golden hair aside, and the golden hair fluttered in the wind. The originally messy red and white ends of her hair began to become neat, turning into layers of mysterious red, white and gold.

As Misaki Shokuhou made her move, everything around seemed to begin to stir. The sand on the ground moved on its own without any wind, and clumps of sand began to swirl around Misaki Shokuhou, as if Misaki Shokuhou herself had a great attraction for them.