Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

The riots continued to spread, and a massive sandstorm gradually formed around Misaki Shokuhou, obscuring her from view.

"I am Misaki Shokuhou, I am the fifth Level 5 esper in Academy City, Mind Control, I am the Queen of Tokiwadai."

"No matter what kind of power this is, no matter what awaits me... bring it on! Whatever this spiritual power is, I will show you how to completely control it!"

Misaki Shokuhou's last whisper and final cry echoed through the storm.

"Waaah—"

A strange, long cry emanated from Misaki Shokuhou's mouth, its unique tone seemingly commanding everything around her. The storm of sand instantly shattered into a storm of red and white light, all of which surged wildly into Misaki Shokuhou's body.

Now, Misaki Shokuhou's approach is different from her previous confrontations; it's one of integration.

Previously, in order to prevent herself from being corrupted by the power of the boy, Misaki Shokuhou fought against this power with all her might, but her body was still corrupted, and she gained a portion of the power as a result.

Now, Misaki Shokuhou has given up the fight, because the previous fusion has shown that the boy's spiritual power can be used by Misaki Shokuhou. However, the problem is that if Misaki Shokuhou really uses this power, it means that Misaki Shokuhou's purity can no longer be guaranteed.

She kept refusing, refusing the boy's power, refusing the fusion of the two forces, and also refusing the self that had become a fish over the past year.

Now, she has let go, opened the floodgates in her heart, relinquished control of her power, and faced up to that part of her self as a fish.

As a result, everything around her seemed to begin to obey her commands, especially when she made fish-like whimpering sounds, as if she had become the master of the place.

Countless forces surged into her body and began to merge with her. Misaki Shokuhou calmly accepted the changes in her body and awaited the outcome.

As for the outcome of the change...

she does not know.

But now, she doesn't want to be afraid; she just wants to face it.

……

Misaka Mikoto was completely unaware of Shokuhou Misaki's changes. She left Shokuhou Misaki, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by a resolute expression.

As she said, she wasn't entirely sure why she had persisted to this point. But conversely, the mere thought of giving up made her heart feel like it was being roasted by fire.

We cannot give up.

This is the fundamental reason for her actions.

As for whether this reason can be broken down further, and what the appropriate breakdown should be, Misaka Mikoto wouldn't even consider such a complex question.

Let's do it first and talk about it later!

The thing in the distance that Misaka Mikoto felt a resonance with seemed to be shrouded in distant mist, but Misaka Mikoto discovered that she had actually entered it after walking for an hour or two.

As you enter the fog, things behind you gradually become unclear, while everything in front of you becomes clearer. What is hidden in the fog are actually tall buildings.

Skyscrapers?

Realizing that something had changed, Misaka Mikoto quickly lifted her skirt and ran away.

For convenience, she had long since discarded her pure white high heels, and her pure white stockings were worn through from walking for too long, and were stained with traces of blood.

This is because Misaka Mikoto's feet were blistered and bleeding.

Not only that, Misaka Mikoto also felt a change under her feet, as if some force was invading them.

Without even looking, Misaka Mikoto understood that the changes in her hands were mirroring the changes on the soles of her feet. Presumably, after removing her stockings, her soles... no, rather, her entire calves, with the soles facing upwards, were now covered in those strange red and white patterns.

Misaka Mikoto knew she had no way out. She didn't regret it. She could feel that the person calling to her was right in front of her.

Right in front of me?

Suddenly, the fog disappeared, revealing a bustling street in front of Misaka Mikoto, with countless pedestrians walking along it.

However, looking at these people's faces, Misaka Mikoto was stunned and speechless, falling into a daze.

Because these people all have the same face.

The boy's face.

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046 What's his name?

Misaka Mikoto entered the city through a small alleyway, as if she were walking into the city from the shadows of a side alley.

Now, if Misaka Mikoto were to turn back, she would find that the path she came from had disappeared, replaced by a real alley. If she followed this path back, she would end up on another street in the city.

It's like entering a maze with no entrance and no exit; once you're in, there's no going back.

"What exactly... happened...?"

Misaka Mikoto muttered to herself, completely lost in a daze. Looking at the crowd of people with the same face in front of her, she almost wondered if she was dreaming, or rather, having a nightmare.

Mingming longed to see the boy in person as soon as possible, to have a genuine conversation with him, and to say thank you to him.

But now that she has seen it, Misaka Mikoto feels more of a frantic fear than any joy.

We saw the person, but unfortunately, there wasn't just one. There should have been only one, but now there are countless others.

There must be something wrong here. There are definitely many fake people here, and only one is real!

Thinking of this, Misaka Mikoto eagerly raised her hand and stretched it forward. Her hand was covered with red and white patterns. This was the boy's spiritual power, and now that she was being assimilated by the boy's power, it was equivalent to gaining some of the boy's senses.

If we follow this feeling...

Misaka Mikoto thought to herself, looking ahead with some anticipation at the countless boys with identical faces, hoping to find a unique one among them.

In that case, that person must be the real one...

However, something unexpected happened to Misaka Mikoto. Just as she stretched out her hand and the red and white light on it began to glow slightly, as if sensing Misaka Mikoto's presence, countless boys with the same face on the street raised their heads and looked in Misaka Mikoto's direction.

Countless identical faces cast their gazes upon Misaka Mikoto simultaneously, and countless eyes met hers. This made Misaka Mikoto feel as if she had been pierced countless times by the gazes of these boys in front of her in an instant, and her heartbeat almost stopped abruptly.

This is different from being watched. If it were just ordinary onlookers, Misaka Mikoto, as a member of A Certain Scientific Railgun, would be used to it anyway, since there are always people pointing and whispering about her.

But now, things are different.

The people watching Misaka Mikoto all had the same face. If Misaka Mikoto didn't know clearly that she was alright and that she wasn't dreaming, she would probably be too scared to breathe.

After all, this is just too bizarre.

However, the strangeness was not enough to make Misaka Mikoto back down. What made Misaka Mikoto's expression change drastically was something else.

Something she could hardly believe.

She reached out her hand, and all the boys turned to look at her. This was not because they had noticed Misaka Mikoto's presence, but because Misaka Mikoto could clearly sense that all the boys were reacting to the power emanating from her.

In other words, if we rely solely on mutual intuition to determine authenticity, then all the boys in front of us are real.

But how could that be...?

Misaka Mikoto, who had been determined to save the boy and personally awaken him, immediately fell into confusion. The current situation was definitely not something she could solve simply by making a decision and releasing her abilities.

So, the sensory abilities she gained from assimilation weren't a key to solving the problem, but merely an admission ticket that qualified her to take the real test?

Now... what should we do?

She had just assured Misaka Mikoto that she would take care of everything herself...

Now, the situation before her eyes alone is beyond Misaka Mikoto's comprehension and control, let alone solving the problem.

I... I'm so terrible!

Misaka Mikoto bit her lip, raised her head to meet the gazes of countless boys. She didn't know what to do, but she still took a step, enduring the pain in her feet, and walked into the city under the watchful eyes of all the boys with the same faces, until she stood before one of them.

Looking closely at the boy, there was no doubt that the face in front of her was the face that Misaka Mikoto had been carefully examining day after day in reality, never getting tired of looking at it, and even remembering some of the details on her face.

Despite knowing that the face before her was largely unreal, Misaka Mikoto's heart still began to pound uncontrollably. However, the situation left her no room for hesitation, and she mustered her courage to open her mouth to the boy.

"Um... hello, my name is Misaka Mikoto. Nice to meet you. May I ask your name?"

Having bravely uttered those words, Misaka Mikoto felt like her heart was about to explode. Her cheeks flushed red once again, and she even lost the courage to look up.

However, Misaka Mikoto, with her head down, saw the beautiful wedding dress she was wearing, which made her restless again. She twisted her hands together, almost into a pretzel.

"Me?"

The boy suddenly spoke, his voice gentle yet carrying a maturity that didn't match his face. Misaka Mikoto, hearing the boy's voice for the first time, looked up sharply and saw a gentle smile on the boy's lips.

In an instant, Misaka Mikoto felt as if her heart had calmed down.

These past few days, although she'd been looking at the boy's face every day, it was expressionless, even bearing a hint of illness. Seeing that face only made Misaka Mikoto feel more heartbroken.

Misaka Mikoto also tried to imagine what kind of expression the boy would have when he woke up and saw her.

Is it confusion, indifference, apathy, resentment, or simply observing passersby?

Of course, it could also be a smile, but for some reason, Misaka Mikoto didn't dare to imagine the boy's smile.

Now, seeing the smile on the boy's face, Misaka Mikoto probably understood.

If she really saw the boy's smile, she would probably be unable to resist secretly watching him afterward, hoping to see the same thing again.

"Yes, that's right. Um, could you tell me your name?"

Misaka Mikoto was filled with anticipation, ignoring the blush on her face. Her eyes were fixed on the boy's mouth, eagerly awaiting every word he would utter.

"can."

The boy's answer relieved Misaka Mikoto, and then she heard the boy's name.

"My name is Makoto Ito. Nice to meet you."

Makoto Ito?

Misaka Mikoto was taken aback, and her expression suddenly turned strange.

As for why she became strange, she didn't know, but hearing the name always felt very absurd to Misaka Mikoto.

Could it be... that this boy in front of her has a twisted sense of humor and is just teasing her?

"What, is my name bad? Ah, I see..."

The boy seemed to realize something and said, "You're an outsider, so you must have made a mistake. Right now, we all have the same face, which is a characteristic of our city, but we each have different names."

"If you're looking for someone, it might take some effort. Of course, you could also contact the city's administrators. I'm sure they'll be very welcoming to you, an outsider, after all, you're the first outsider in the city's history."

"Sorry, I have to catch the subway, so I won't say much more to you. If you need help, you can just find a public phone and call 110."

After saying that, Makoto Ito nodded to Misaka Mikoto, then turned and left, taking out his phone and putting on his earphones, seemingly listening to something.