Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

Upon hearing this, Misaka Mikoto, standing at the midpoint between the city and the sand dunes, looked to both sides.

On one side is a lonely individual, a cancerous presence despised by everyone; on the other side is a group of people who built a bustling metropolis and created civilization. Which side is righteous, and which side is real? It seems there's really no need to say more.

"Besides, if we go into the sandy area, that will be my brother's territory. If you get hurt because of the conflict between the two of you, I will feel really bad."

"So, please stop for now. You got injured again just now from using your ability, and you need treatment and rest. Don't worry, my brother won't give up on his so-called sincerity. He'll definitely find another opportunity to cause trouble."

"I'll need your help then, Ms. Misaka Mikoto."

Misaka Mikoto listened to Mo Ao's eloquent explanation and nodded subconsciously. However, her feet seemed rooted to the spot and she didn't move, as if something was warning her to focus more intently on her thoughts.

Therefore, Misaka Mikoto did not move, but stood quietly in place. Her fingers, which had been injured again from releasing her power, were trembling slightly, as if sensing something.

"Misaka Mikoto, is there anything else?"

Mo Ao maintained his gentle smile, while Misaka Mikoto seemed startled by it and said, "Um, it's nothing. I just... haven't seen such unique scenery before, and I want to stay here a little longer."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to storm the enemy's lair alone, and..."

Misaka Mikoto pointed to the soles of her feet and said, "I'm in so much pain right now, I definitely won't dare to step on the sand again."

Upon hearing this, Mo Ao glanced at Misaka Mikoto, then smiled slightly and said, "In that case, I'll take my leave now. I'll send someone to pick you up again later, and I'll host a welcome dinner for you, Miss Misaka Mikoto."

"Ah, okay, no problem."

Misaka Mikoto smiled and replied. Mo Ao said nothing more, turned around, got into his car, and drove away. The smoke billowing from the rear of the car gave the impression that he was also eager to leave.

Watching Mo Ao leave, Misaka Mikoto remained silent, staring blankly for a while before muttering to herself, "Is this Mo Ao... also afraid of me? Afraid of my power?"

Misaka Mikoto raised her hand, a spark of lightning crackling on her finger, but as the lightning appeared, her finger split open again, and blood dripped from it.

At the same time, the white and red patterns on his wrist were moving toward his elbow.

"However, he should indeed be afraid. If he wasn't afraid, why would he resort to such underhanded tactics?"

Misaka Mikoto suddenly smiled, a bright and cheerful smile.

She stood between the city and the desert, smiling as she raised her head and stretched her hand towards the sky.

The white and red patterns on Misaka Mikoto's body allow her to sense the original owner of this power, namely Momo.

Before this, when she was in the city, she could sense that everyone had this power, as if everyone was Momo herself.

Now, between the city and the desert, she sensed the presence of this same sensing power on both sides, as if the city and the desert possessed equal or similar power.

What does this mean? Does it mean that Misaka Mikoto still can't tell which one truly saved her?

No, Misaka Mikoto clearly remembers what Momo said before.

On one side is a bustling city built by countless people with the same face, and on the other side is a lonely, monstrous, and depraved individual rejected by everyone. Which one is real and which one is fake? Need I say more?

Yes, everything is quite obvious.

There are countless people on one side, and only one person can have the same power concentration. No matter how this guy named Mo Ao tries to hide it, Mo Mo alone can make Misaka Mikoto feel the same resonance effect as this city.

So which one is true?

Misaka Mikoto hasn't made a decision yet, although she has already decided in her heart. To make this decision, she must act personally and go to Momo's lair to take a look.

And so, Misaka Mikoto broke her promise, completely forgetting the assurance she had just given to Mo Ao, and walked barefoot into the desert again, heading towards the hut on the sand dune.

There, there exists a cancer, a pervert, a scumbag named Momo. That is the final destination of Misaka Mikoto's mission, the place where the guy she wants to thank is located.

Should I say that my illusions have been shattered?

Misaka Mikoto sighed, a helpless smile playing on her lips, then laughed to herself, humming a pop song as she happily moved forward, stepping on the sand that was causing her pain.

The sand dunes that seemed not very far apart took Misaka Mikoto several hours to traverse. As she climbed higher and higher, she realized that the dunes were actually like small mountains.

As the saying goes, "Looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death," and Misaka Mikoto is now experiencing the meaning of this saying firsthand.

However, she could already see the sand wall in the distance, and the large gate that opened in the wall, which meant that she had finally arrived.

It's right before our eyes.

Even though Misaka Mikoto was in a good mood at first, after walking barefoot on the sand for several hours, she could feel her feet trembling. Without even looking, she knew that the wound on the sole of her foot had definitely reopened, and as a result, the red and white lines had already gone past Misaka Mikoto's calves and were moving towards her thighs.

Misaka Mikoto touched the colored, non-touchable patterns on her leg, then looked at the patterns on her hand. She didn't know what they meant, but she knew they might have some irreversible and serious consequences.

Assimilation is just a way for her and Misaki Shokuhou to comfort themselves; it should absolutely be called pollution.

She herself... had been corrupted, corrupted in return by the boy who had saved her.

This is really... strange.

Was it all worth it?

Misaka Mikoto didn't know, so she shook her head, dismissed the idea, and took her final step towards the small courtyard at the top of the dune, arriving at the gate.

"The Mo family mansion... what kind of taste is this?"

Misaka Mikoto gave a dry laugh, looking at the gate made entirely of sand, which resembled a sand sculpture. The two large characters "Mo Mansion" on the gate made Misaka Mikoto speechless.

"Does he actually think of himself as some kind of prince or nobleman? How childish!"

Misaka Mikoto sighed and walked directly into the courtyard without being invited. It wasn't that Misaka Mikoto didn't want to knock, but the prestigious Mo family mansion simply didn't have a gate.

There probably aren't any guests here, so there's no need for a door.

So, I'm the first customer?

Misaka Mikoto's mind was racing. She was using this method to relieve her tension. Although she was going to see Mo Mo again, her feelings were completely different from when she first met Mo Mo.

"What should I say as the first thing after we meet? Should I say thank you? No, no, that would seem too abrupt, since he hasn't regained his memory yet. Just a simple hello would be better... Oh dear!"

Misaka Mikoto, who was walking with her mouth pursed and head down, suddenly bumped into something, which startled her. She thought she had bumped into the owner of the place, so she quickly steadied herself, looked up, and prepared to apologize.

However, Misaka Mikoto, who looked up, was stunned. She had indeed bumped into the owner of this place, but what she bumped into was a sand sculpture of Momo, not the person himself.

And this sand sculpture looks very strange.

Author's Note:

I'm having some writer's block today, so the writing isn't going smoothly, but I'll still post four updates. Don't wait too long, this is the second update.

051 Hey, are you here to marry me?

First and foremost, what is most surprising is that the statue has no face.

As a statue with all other parts perfectly intact, the fact that it has no face is simply a malicious joke, leaving people forever unable to know who the statue truly represents.

Next, let's look at the design of this statue.

Overall, the statue depicts a gentleman wearing a top hat, carrying a walking stick, and dressed in a suit and tie.

If it were just this shape, it wouldn't be so bad. But the statue gives the impression that its entire body is a metal structure, a gentlemanly robot rather than a real human being, with everything on it exuding a metallic texture.

The only pity is that this sculpture is a sand sculpture, and only the general shape can be seen. It is not painted, so Misaka Mikoto cannot know what the statue means.

However, judging from the statue's design, Misaka Mikoto feels that this person is probably Momo, but the face of the silly statue is completely blank, so it is impossible to confirm.

After examining it for a while and confirming that there was nothing else to gain, Misaka Mikoto walked around the statue that was taller than a person standing at the entrance, came behind the statue, and then Misaka Mikoto froze.

If seeing just one faceless sculpture might surprise Misaka Mikoto, then the rows of faceless sculptures displayed in the courtyard, even after bypassing that one, evoke a sense of dread.

"What... exactly happened?"

What appeared before Misaka Mikoto were statues without faces but with lifelike bodies. For example, the one in front of Misaka Mikoto was probably a beautiful woman with long hair, whose face gave people a gentle older sister feeling.

However, the Western-style longsword hanging at her waist adds a touch of heroism to this gentle, older sister-type beauty, making the sand sculpture come to life.

"They're all girls..."

Misaka Mikoto quickly noticed another feature: these statues were all surrounding the faceless gentleman from before. They varied in size, height, and stature, and they seemed to be looking at the faceless gentleman with an expression that was hard to tell.

Looking at these statues, Misaka Mikoto's heart pounded. She felt that she had touched the core of her savior and the key to solving the problems of today.

Then, she froze again.

Because at the very end of this group of faceless girls, she spotted a familiar human figure.

Although she also has no face, the familiar body shape, the familiar face shape, and the familiar Tokiwadai school uniform all point to who this faceless girl is.

Misaka Mikoto quickly walked up to the last of the idiots in line. Looking at this idiot who was exactly the same height as her and had no facial features, she felt a surge of inexplicable excitement that rose to her throat and welled up in her eyes.

Realizing she was getting too excited, Misaka Mikoto quickly covered her mouth, afraid of making too much noise and causing any damage to the sand sculpture in front of her.

Without a doubt, this is her.

It's so lifelike, except for the lack of facial features, it's practically a carbon copy of her.

Just how deep must one's impression of her be, how deep must one's understanding of her be, to create such a similarly silly creation?

Misaka Mikoto's heart showed no signs of slowing down; in fact, it beat faster and faster. She vaguely realized that if this boy had really just been passing by and saved her, would he know so much about Misaka Mikoto?

"Could it be..."

Misaka Mikoto considered a possibility: could there be a pair of eyes watching her from afar without her knowledge?

That's why Momo appeared immediately and saved Misaka Mikoto when she was in trouble.

Misaka Mikoto thought this way, but she wasn't sure. Suddenly, her eyes lit up because she thought of something.

Something about herself, a characteristic of hers, or rather, her clothing preferences.

"Um... I was just checking..."

Thinking of this, Misaka Mikoto blushed and squatted down, lowering her head below her silly skirt to peek inside.

Sure enough, there was a nasty garment called safety shorts there.

Then Misaka Mikoto turned to stone.

Despite her body being petrified, this did not stop Misaka Mikoto's body from continuing to heat up, her fiery red face spreading to her neck, then to her entire body, burning through Misaka Mikoto's heart.

One minute, two minutes...

After an unknown amount of time, Misaka Mikoto finally stood up again. She touched her cheek, a strange light flickering in her eyes.

"Fool……"

Finally, Misaka Mikoto softly uttered a few words.

"Since... you've been watching me all along, then find a chance to get to know me... at least let me know your name sooner."

"Mo Mo..."