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053 My War with Me

The hope on Misaka Mikoto's face was instantly shattered by Mo Mo's few words; all her hard work in saying so much had been in vain.

However, Mo Mo smiled slightly, reached out and tapped Misaka Mikoto's forehead, saying, "Just kidding."

"You're kidding me... Ha!"

Misaka Mikoto's dim eyes immediately brightened. She covered her forehead and glared at Mo Mo with an unfriendly expression. Mo Mo shrugged and said, "According to you, I am currently in a coma like a vegetable. Everything right now is a figment of my imagination."

"I'm currently unable to wake up because of mental damage and confusion. Everything here needs to be resolved, and then I'll be able to wake up, right?"

Misaka Mikoto was taken aback, not expecting Mo Mo to summarize it so simply and clearly. She immediately followed up, saying, "Then... do you believe me?"

However, Misaka Mikoto's expectations were dashed once again, because Mo Mo's expression showed some hesitation.

"Logically speaking, I shouldn't trust you so easily."

"Your words are tantamount to denying my current self, denying the entire world before my eyes, and denying everything in my memory."

"In other words, if I choose to believe you, then I have to abandon everything I have now and choose to accept everything you say."

"This is tantamount to making me a completely different person again. Do you think I would deny everything about myself because of the words of a stranger who suddenly appears in front of me?"

Misaka Mikoto fell silent, because what Momo said made a lot of sense.

If one day someone suddenly appears in front of you and tells you that the whole world is fake, and that this stranger represents the truth and wants to lead you into the real world, what would you think?

Apart from a few chuunibyous who think they've been destined to be the protagonist, most people just want to check the hotline for mental hospitals first.

"Yes... After all, we've only just met and haven't even spoken a single word to each other in real life."

Misaka Mikoto lowered her head in agreement, but where Mo Mo couldn't see, she clenched her fist.

As expected, she still has to do it herself. Since Mo Mo doesn't believe her, then what's next...?

"However, that was just a rational analysis."

Misaka Mikoto suddenly looked up, only to see Mo Mo's trusting gaze, a gaze of complete and unwavering trust.

"Actually, I've made up my mind. I'm going to trust you."

"Believe me?"

“Yes, I believe you. Even without any evidence, I believe you. It's just a feeling, but…”

Momo took Misaka Mikoto's hand, stroked the patterns on her skin, and said, "I can sense your heart, I can feel your determination. It's a heart completely devoted to me. Such feelings are absolutely genuine."

Misaka Mikoto stared blankly at Mo Mo's face, feeling the same trust in her. A surge of emotion welled up within her, making her eager to ask Mo Mo to do something.

At this moment, Mo Mo looked into the distance and said, "I would believe you even without evidence, let alone now that I have evidence."

"You have evidence?"

Misaka Mikoto followed Mo Mo's gaze into the distance, looking towards the city she had just come from. The city, which had been clearly distinct from the desert, was beginning to blur.

It was as if a painting had been crumpled up and mashed into a ball. The outline of the city had gradually disappeared, and people with faces like Mo Mo emerged from the city. Their faces were indifferent, and their eyes had a burning red light.

"What's this!"

Misaka Mikoto watched this change in surprise, while Mo Mo stood up, reached out and beckoned, and the SOX flag on the distant roof flew into Mo Mo's hand, which he then carried on his shoulder.

The banner fluttered in the wind.

"This is war."

Mo Mo sighed softly, then took a step forward and found himself standing in mid-air.

"This is my war with myself. Which one is the real self, me or my cheap brother Mo Ao? Which one is suitable to be the real protagonist? This needs to be decided through war."

“I sensed your arrival before, and I also sensed that your arrival made my brother uneasy. He tried to use you, but he was afraid that you would discover the truth. Now, because you told me the truth, he has started to take a desperate gamble.”

"And how could I, as the younger brother, not accompany my adopted older brother in this final battle?"

"The victor will be crowned king and become the only one here, while the loser will become nourishment for the victor, adding bricks and tiles to the victor's strength."

Misaka Mikoto also stood up; by now, she couldn't possibly not understand Mo Mo's words. The previously evenly matched situation between the two brothers had finally been ignited by Misaka Mikoto's arrival. It was time to determine which side was truly qualified to be the master of consciousness.

"I'll help you, I'll fight alongside you, Momo, I..."

Misaka Mikoto was about to go on stage with Momo when she saw Momo shake her head at her and say, "I told you, this is my war with myself, and Mikoto, you just need to watch quietly. If I am the true master here, as you say, then only I can win."

"But you're all alone..."

Mo Mo interrupted Misaka Mikoto, pointing at her hand, and said, "Those injuries and markings, they were caused because you came here, weren't they?"

Misaka Mikoto was taken aback, and subconsciously hid her hands, saying, "It's okay, and I haven't felt anything unusual so far."

“I can sense something is wrong, because my power has seeped into your body. I’m starting to feel your presence and emotions. If this continues, you will be completely corrupted.”

"After my victory, all consciousness will return to one, and I will try to help you heal this injury. However, I don't know what this power is right now, so I can't guarantee that I can do it completely."

"So now, I forbid you from making a move."

"But……"

Mo Mo turned around and walked forward step by step, his bare feet touching the air. He said, "There are no 'buts.' This is my war with myself, my war to find myself again. Let me face all of this alone."

Having said that, Mo Mo quickened his pace, rushing towards the countless selves that were approaching from afar as if flying, finally crashing into their range. Those who shared Mo Mo's face also charged at him, wielding various weapons and radiating different powers. To counter this, Mo Mo slammed the SOX flag he held into the ground.

In an instant, a sandstorm rose into the sky, like a huge fountain of quicksand gushing from the ground. Then, countless swirling sands enveloped everything, obscuring everything completely.

Misaka Mikoto was left speechless, her hand outstretched, whether trying to keep Momo or planning to go with him.

A deep sense of loss lingered in Misaka Mikoto's heart. Why did Mo Mo make such a decision? Was it because he was afraid that she would delay things, or was it because he still couldn't fully trust her?

In any case, Momo rejected her, refused to stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

"Was this a deliberate attempt to create a massive sandstorm to prevent me from seeing the battlefield...? I've come all this way, and yet I'm still unable to help at all?"

Disheartened, Mikoto could only watch the sandstorm in the distance in silence, unaware that someone had appeared behind her.

"Looking so dejected, is this really our Railgun, Misaka Mikoto?"

Upon hearing the voice, Misaka Mikoto quickly turned around and saw someone who surprised and delighted her.

"Cao Qi! What happened to you... Ah, what's wrong with you...?"

However, Misaka Mikoto's excitement was fleeting, as she was stunned by Shokuhou Misaki's transformation.

At this moment, although Misaki Shokuhou was still wearing Tokiwadai's school uniform, a pair of beautiful, petite, angel-like wings were extending from her lower back. Under Misaki Shokuhou's feet was a red skateboard with an extremely mechanical feel.

Whether it was the skateboard or the wings that made Misaki Shokuhou able to float in the air, it's unclear.

Not only that, Misaki Shokuhou's exposed skin is covered with dazzling red and white patterns, like mysterious and beautiful tattoos, which adds a touch of devilish charm to the already sexy Misaki Shokuhou.

"What... what is this?"

You mean these patterns?

Misaki Shokuhou reached out and touched her cheek. Her cheek also had patterns, but there were only a few lines, making it look very thin compared to the rest of her body.

However, this makes the patterns on her cheeks look more like camouflage decorations, without detracting from the beauty of Misaki Shokuhou's face.

"Aren't they beautiful? I've found it quite nice to like them."

As Misaki Shokuhou's fingers brushed across her cheek, the patterns on her cheek shimmered, and then all the patterns on her body also emitted light.

Finally, these patterns seemed to flow and converge at the neck, transforming into a butterfly that was half red and half white, like a beautiful tattoo on the neck.

At the same time, Misaki Shokuhou's wings on her lower back and the skateboard under her feet disappeared, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I can now completely control these powers, but unfortunately I can't completely hide them; I can only make them into decorations."

"I put a lot of thought into what kind of decoration to make. Look at it now, isn't it beautiful, Mikoto?"

Misaka Mikoto was already dumbfounded. Shokuhou Misaki had clearly undergone some kind of change, but she couldn't understand it.

Simply put, Misaki Shokuhou is like a completely reborn person.

"Yes, it is indeed very beautiful. My Mikoto is completely mesmerized."

"Hey, don't suddenly hug me!"

"My Mikoto is so disappointed, abandoned by the savior she chased all the way, so naturally I have to comfort her with my body!"

"The best comfort you can give me is to stay away from me!"

Misaka Mikoto's disappointment was somewhat dispelled by Shokuhou Misaki's sudden appearance, but at that moment, Shokuhou Misaki's expression suddenly turned serious.

"Hey, Misaka, our war is about to begin. Are you ready?"

Author's Note:

First update

054 Magical Pretty Girl Shokuhou Misaki, DA☆ZE!

"Our war?"

Misaka Mikoto pondered Misaki Shokuhou's words and subconsciously looked at the battlefield, which had turned into a sandstorm. If it weren't for the SOX flags that could be seen waving around the battlefield from time to time, Misaka Mikoto would probably be worried about whether Momo could survive.

Should we go help him?

"No, he's practically guaranteed to win over there."

Misaki Shokuhou shook her head and said, "Because of our arrival, we were corrupted by his power. This power actually gave the three of us an additional ability to sense each other."

"As erosion increases, this sensation will also intensify, and it will become more than just a sensation..."

Misaki Shokuhou hesitated for a moment, then looked at Misaka Mikoto's condition and said, "In short, our arrival has actually been related to this boy, no... his name is Momo, right? We have been exchanging unseen information with Momo, and this exchange is constantly strengthening his cognition and self. The two of us are like two huge sources of information, teaching this boy a lot of things."

"It's like... right, like we're his mom. Maybe he can't even talk when we're not here. I saw how you were talking to him before, he's already learned how to keep Misaka's girlish heart fluttering."

Misaka Mikoto was taken aback by Shokuhou Misaki's words, saying, "What kind of ridiculous analogy is that! Can't you just say it properly? Anyway, I get it. The two of us have come in, so we've become his reference points for supplementing his knowledge, right?"

Misaki Shokuhou nodded and said, "That's right. So even though he hasn't recovered yet, he's already been strengthened to a certain extent. The inferior clones around him can't defeat him."

"That's what we both need to worry about."

As she spoke, Misaki Shokuhou pointed to the sky, where the SOS Brigade sigma was still spinning, and it seemed to be spinning faster and faster, with a faint downward trend.

"This……"

Misaka Mikoto also noticed the strange thing in the sky and asked, "What is that thing?"