Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

Misaka Mikoto was left speechless, pondering what Ito Makoto had just said.

Everyone... has a different name?

As she pondered this, Misaka Mikoto glanced around at all the boys. Some of them were still looking at her, seemingly somewhat interested in her, while others continued on their own, walking away into the distance.

This must be... a joke!

Everyone has their own name, this kind of thing... is clearly the worst kind of prank ever!

Do you need help?

As Misaka Mikoto hesitated and looked around, a boy in a police uniform walked over and smiled as he approached her. The sight of him in his uniform made her heart flutter, but compared to before, her girlish feelings had subsided considerably.

"Ah...yes, um, I'm looking for someone. I only know him...he looks exactly like you, but I don't know his name..."

Hearing Misaka Mikoto's words, the policeman frowned slightly, gave a wry smile, and said, "This is a bit difficult. After all, we all look exactly alike here, and our names are the most important way to distinguish us..."

"I'm sorry, but I really don't know his name. Oh, by the way, could you tell me your name?"

Misaka Mikoto tentatively asked a question, and the policeman boy seemed to understand what the girl was thinking, saying, "Ah, it's okay to tell you, look here."

The policeman pointed to his badge and said, "My name is Shiba Tatsuya, and I'm a policeman. But I don't think you recognize me, because I don't recognize you either."

Misaka Mikoto's face fell again; the bizarre developments before her eyes had left her somewhat confused.

"All right."

Seeing this, Shiba Tatsuya tried to comfort Misaka Mikoto, saying, "Don't be so downcast, little sister. Judging from your outfit, did you come here to confess to him?"

Misaka Mikoto shuddered and quickly said, "Um... what's wrong with me..."

“I understand, I understand, you young man! But this matter of yours is really a bit troublesome, so I will take you to see the governor of our city.”

"Consul?"

"That's right, he created this city, he created us. He is the origin of everything, he gave everything to this place."

Upon hearing this, Misaka Mikoto's eyes immediately lit up, as if she had grasped a ray of light in the darkness, and she asked, "Then what's his name!"

047 Hello, my name is Mo Ao

"Hello, my name is Mo Ao."

When Misaka Mikoto arrived at the top floor of the central administrative building, she immediately saw the boy standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire city.

The boy seemed to already know Misaka Mikoto's background and purpose, so he said his name the moment he saw her.

"Mo...Ao?"

Misaka Mikoto muttered the name with some surprise, feeling that it was somewhat different from the previous ones.

Just as Misaka Mikoto had known before, all she saw along the way were boys with the same face, and by now she was used to it.

She had asked several people for their names, and the answers were all Japanese-style names like Araragi Koyomi, Kasugano Yuu, Ayasaki Hayate, and Katsuragi Keima. This was the first time she had heard of such a short name as Mo Ao.

Hearing this name, Misaka Mikoto's heart skipped a beat. Was the person in front of her really the one she was looking for? Was he really the boy who had saved her?

And what exactly is going on here?

"You seem quite puzzled. Please sit down."

Mo Ao pointed to the sofa in the distance, and Misaka Mikoto nodded and sat down on the sofa, carefully adjusting her wedding dress as she sat down.

"You seem to be injured. Do you need my help?"

Misaka Mikoto was taken aback. She was about to wave her hand and say no, but Mo Ao had already stretched out his hand. A red and white light flashed on his hand and flew to Misaka Mikoto, healing the wound on the sole of her foot so that she could no longer feel any pain.

Not only that, a pair of pure white high heels appeared on Misaka Mikoto's feet. They were the very same pair that Misaka Mikoto had previously discarded to make walking in the sand easier.

All of this left Misaka Mikoto speechless. Then she looked at the boy with eager anticipation, her eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.

"Um...excuse me, was it you who saved me before? As the creator and manager of this city, what exactly is your intention?"

Mo Ao put his hands behind his back, thought for a few seconds, and said, "I'll answer these two questions in reverse order. Let's answer the second one first."

"First of all, I am indeed the creator and manager of this city, the source of everything here. After I regained consciousness, I was alone in a long period of loneliness and waiting."

“I didn’t understand what was happening, and I didn’t know what I should do, but in order to get rid of this loneliness and solitude, I came up with a plan.”

"As for the solution... it's this city."

Upon hearing this, Misaka Mikoto seemed to understand.

"Although it's not very elegant, it is indeed a way to relieve loneliness. I created countless versions of myself, imagining that we had different identities and different lives, so that I would have something to do during this long period of time."

"It started with just a few people, but eventually it formed this city and countless versions of me."

"Hearing this, would you think he's mentally ill?"

Misaka Mikoto quickly waved her hand and said, "Ah, no, absolutely not. Um... I understand, really."

Misaka Mikoto put herself in the boy's shoes and thought of Shokuhou Misaki before her. Even a psychic like Shokuhou Misaki was exhausted after a year in this world, let alone the boy in front of her.

A year here is about half an hour in the real world. Since the boy was resurrected and fell into a deep sleep, a week has passed, which is more than 150 hours. So wouldn't more than 300 years have passed here?

Thinking of this, Misaka Mikoto felt her heart clench. If someone were to be alone in one place for three hundred years, going crazy would be the normal reaction, right?

In comparison, the boy in front of us simply created this city, which is indeed a relatively elegant solution.

That's why the boy in front of me is standing here perfectly fine, isn't it?

“I’m glad you didn’t look down on me because of my crazy behavior.”

"No... all of this actually started because of me. It's because you saved me that you ended up like this."

“So,” Misaka Mikoto said, her head slightly bowed, her emotions about to erupt, “so, please accept my…”

Misaka Mikoto wanted to thank the boy in front of her, but he held out his hand and made a stopping gesture. This made Misaka Mikoto stop speaking abruptly, and she looked at the boy in front of her with confusion.

Before you ask me to thank anyone, I need to answer your first question: who saved you?

"Let me be blunt with you, I wasn't the one who saved you."

Misaka Mikoto was stunned. Just as she was about to ask more questions, Mo Ao continued, "To be precise, it should be us."

"us……"

"That's right, it's us."

Mo Ao nodded and continued, "The me you see now is only the first part of the individual who saved you to awaken, a part named Mo Ao. However, in reality, the me who saved you has been divided into countless people in this city, experiencing countless lives."

“They are like me, a part of the real me. That’s why I said that what saved you was us, the whole of me in this city after I abandoned my current name and merged together, not just a part of the whole I am now.”

Misaka Mikoto was a little confused, but she finally understood and said, "So... if I want you to recover, I need to merge everyone together?"

Mo Ao seemed a little surprised and said, "That's right, your comprehension is excellent. I was going to give you another example to illustrate this, but I didn't expect you to have already grasped the essence."

"So, now I'll answer your first question. It is the complete me, the one who merged with all of us, who truly saved you, and you should thank that me."

Misaka Mikoto took a deep breath, and a glimmer of hope rose in her heart once more. She stood up and said, "Um, is there anything I can do? There must be something I can do!"

"You mean whether we should merge, and how?"

Misaka Mikoto felt a little awkward and said, "Yeah, that's right, I didn't dare ask directly. You... you all seem to be different versions of yourselves now, won't that cause problems, like... like that..."

"Schizophrenia, multiple personality disorder?"

Misaka Mikoto nodded quickly and said, "Ah, that's what I meant, but I didn't say you were sick!"

“Haha,” Mo Ao laughed and said, “No, actually it’s not really a problem to say that we are sick right now, since the current situation is indeed sick.”

"But don't worry."

Mo Ao pointed to his head and said, "This splitting is more of a game. Right now, we're just playing cosplay to pass the time. So, you don't need to worry about fusion at all. I can merge all of myself together whenever I want."

"At that time, the one who truly saved you will appear. He will represent all of my will, and there will be no mental problems."

"All of this, for us, is at most a colorful dream."

Hearing this, Misaka Mikoto felt relieved and said, "So that means you can recover now? Then why are you still asleep?"

"Regarding this."

Mo Ao shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly, saying, "After all, even the most sophisticated instruments can fail, and even the most perfect programs can have bugs. The game I'm playing actually has a little bit of an error."

"Error... what is that?"

Momo looked out the window and said, "Actually, I have a stupid younger brother named Momo."

"Momo... Peach?"

"If you like, you can call him Peach. But I reckon he won't like it, because he's not a good-tempered person, and none of his actions are elegant."

Misaka Mikoto held her breath, knowing that the most crucial moment was about to arrive.

"Um, what exactly is wrong with Mo Mo?"

"Simply put, Momo, as my foolish younger brother, is the first and most carefully crafted individual I created. Precisely because of this, I am eager to create a different self, an existence that is different from who I am now."

“As a result,” Mo Ao spread his hands, “we made a big mistake.”

"Because Momo has too much freedom, too much power, and a personality that is completely different from mine and my original self, he is currently in a state of being uncontrolled."

After saying that, Mo Ao snapped his fingers, and a light screen appeared in front of the two of them. On the light screen appeared a figure, who was completely naked, with a cheerful smile on his face, and was holding a large flag with the words "SOX" written on it.

When Misaka Mikoto saw the figure, she screamed. Her face flushed red, she covered it, too ashamed to look.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you're a woman. I'll censor my stupid brother right now."

As more and more mosaics appeared on the screen, the boy in the picture finally became barely acceptable to Misaka Mikoto.

Of course, Misaka Mikoto wouldn't admit that her current actions were partly an act, since she had already seen almost everything about the boy, even knowing the location of the moles on his thigh.

"What happened to...your brother?"

Misaka Mikoto asked in a low voice, and Mo Ao smiled bitterly, touching his forehead, and said, "Because he is a rebellious guy, a rebellious individual. I could have mobilized everyone to merge and form a complete me and then awaken, but because of his existence, I dare not do it, nor can I do it."

"He was like a malignant tumor, neither elegant nor likable. This part of me was utterly detestable, and because he was so toxic, I was unwilling to merge with him."

"Even my mental world is in chaos right now. You saw the SOS Brigade runes in the sky, right? They are actually a manifestation of his power."

Hearing this, Misaka Mikoto looked at the screen again, and seeing the SOX flag in the boy's hand, she felt a subtle unease.

048 Mo Mo, a sincere and true man