The Legend of Level 0 in Academy City

Why don't they have the ability?

Why be afraid of death?

Why is that?

Why is all this happening?

Anxiety, self-blame, regret, heartache, resentment, helplessness!

A mix of emotions swirled in Inoue Hideka's heart. He clenched his fists, unable to suppress the struggle and pain on his face, even in front of the girls.

"Inoue-kun, what's wrong?" Misaka Mikoto and the other two didn't notice Inoue Eika's strange behavior, but Shirai Kuroko, who was sitting opposite Inoue Eika, asked first.

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Inoue Hideka was startled by what he heard. He quickly suppressed his surging emotions and tried his best to make his facial expression look natural before managing a weak smile.

"It's nothing. I just can't get used to the mixed taste of beef and mutton. My stomach feels a little uncomfortable."

Saten Ruiko, Mimoto Mikoto, and Uiharu Kazari also noticed Inoue Eika's low spirits and looked at her with concern.

Inoue Hideka's lies have no credibility whatsoever. Her expression doesn't look like she has an upset stomach at all.

Shirai Kuroko, upon hearing Inoue Hidekazu's obvious lie, did not refute it but instead wore a thoughtful expression.

"Ah, hurry up and eat! Ruizi, put the food in! Why are you looking at me like that?"

Inoue Hideka tried to put on a normal expression to ease the atmosphere that seemed to have calmed down, but no matter how hard he tried to smile, his brows remained furrowed, which only made people more worried.

Saten Ruiko glanced at Inoue Eika, said nothing, but got up and went to the kitchen to take out the snake meat that had been set aside.

With a cheerful laugh, he said, "Since Yinghua's taste is mixed with beef and mutton, why not use snake meat to neutralize it?"

"Ah! No! No way!" Before Inoue Eika could speak, Misaka Mikoto had already shouted in protest.

"No, no. Saten-san, take it and throw it away!" Uiharu Kazari waved her hand, firmly refusing.

"This is clearly a rare ingredient, and you're wasting such a precious resource!" Shirai Kuroko said with great regret.

"Well, Ruiko, you shouldn't scare Misaka-senpai and Uiharu. You're scared yourself, aren't you?"

Inoue Hideka saw that although Saten Ruiko was smiling happily, her hand holding the snake meat was trembling slightly. How could he not understand Saten Ruiko's feelings?

She just wanted to cheer herself up!

For the moment, he put aside his unhappiness and smiled at Saten Ruiko.

"Ah, haha, then forget it!" Saten Ruiko felt like she had been granted a pardon. She took the snake meat and ran back to the kitchen, threw it on the counter, and then sat down next to Inoue Eika.

To prove that she had recovered, Inoue Eika took the initiative to pick up the shrimp that Saten Ruiko had bought and wanted to put it in the pot.

But as soon as she picked it up, she was stopped by several people. Saten Ruiko even snatched the plate from Inoue Eika's hand and said righteously:

"Yinghua, seafood should be added last, otherwise the flavors will mix! Honestly, if you don't know, don't make things difficult! Just sit and eat, don't move around!"

"Haha~~ Is that so?" Inoue Hideka scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled.

The meal was a pleasant one for both the host and guests. Apart from a minor incident in the middle, everyone enjoyed the meal as usual.

After finishing their meal and cleaning up the table and kitchen, the group, led by Saten Ruiko, went out to look for envelopes containing cash cards.

Uiharu Kazari was forced to go, Misaka Mikoto wanted to join in the fun because she couldn't stay idle, and Shirai Kuroko simply followed wherever her older sister went.

Inoue Eika refused, citing training as the reason. Saten Ruiko was already used to Inoue Eika using this excuse to leave the group, so she didn't force her and led the group away from Inoue Eika's dormitory in a grand manner.

Sitting on the bed, Inoue Hideka looked at the suddenly deserted dormitory, and complicated emotions welled up in her heart once again.

Thinking of that plan, thinking of the horrific torture and murder of my sisters—

Dismembered...blood flowing backwards...crushed by a shipping container...hit in the forehead by a bullet he fired himself, which ricocheted off course...

Thinking about all this, Inoue Hideka's heart couldn't find peace.

He clutched his head in anguish, curled up on the bed, his body trembling slightly from the intense emotions he was experiencing.

He hates.

They hate their own weakness and hate the strength of their opponents.

I hate my own cowardice and fear of death, and I hate the cruelty of this world.

He resented the injustice of fate, which made him powerless. He resented that fate gave him the opportunity to come to the place he had always dreamed of, but he could only watch those tragedies unfold before his eyes.

If this is the only option, he would rather not witness this tragic world!

He would rather not have come here!

If only I could have just watched my favorite anime and fantasized in my past life, at least I wouldn't be suffering like this...

In twelve days, just twelve more days, Mikoto's hero will appear, her sisters will no longer die, Touma will resolve everything, he is the true protagonist of this world.

I am not...

If we can just get through these twelve days...

Just hold on...

With that thought in mind, Inoue Hideka got out of bed, sat up, and began physical strengthening training again.

An hour later, Inoue Hideka opened her eyes with a frown and a blank expression, covering her head with her hands and grabbing her hair tightly.

It's no use! An hour has passed, and the training hasn't progressed an inch!

Clench your fist and slam it hard on the bed!

Inoue Hideka was strong to begin with, and in her emotional outburst, she actually smashed the bed frame in half.

He himself fell off the bed in a sorry state, rolled on the floor, and slammed his head hard against the low table.

Bright red blood immediately flowed from his forehead.

Inoue Hideka ignored the bleeding on his forehead; in fact, he was completely unaware that it was bleeding.

In her emotional state, Inoue Hideka, who was already used to pain and bleeding, felt no pain in her head at all.

He lay motionless on the ground, his eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the ceiling.

If it weren't for the obvious slight rise and fall of the chest, one might even think that a dead person was lying there.

And so it went, and so on...

Lying on the ground in that position, as darkness gradually fell outside, Inoue Eika unknowingly fell asleep.

Still in the same position, as time passed, the sky gradually brightened...

Chapter 75 In this life, one should only strive to have a clear conscience!

The blinding sunlight shone on Inoue Hideka's face. He frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

After sleeping on the floor all night, Inoue Hideka sat up and rubbed her sore shoulders and back.

Feeling groggy, Inoue Hideka rubbed her eyes and remembered why she was lying on the ground. A look of sadness flashed in her eyes.

I took out my phone and checked the date: August 10th.

"Has only been a day?"

Time really drags on! I wish I could wake up on August 22nd, the day after Touma Kamijou defeated Accelerator!

Inoue Hideka murmured to himself.

He sent a text message to Saten Ruiko on his phone, telling her that he had important business to attend to in the next couple of days and that she didn't need to prepare his own meals.

Inoue Eika thought that she should at least stall for this period of time, and maybe her condition would improve after her sister's incident was over.

He didn't want Saten Ruiko to see him in this dejected state, as that would only increase her worry and stress.

Once this period passes, everything will be alright, back to normal...

Thinking this, Inoue Hideka got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

Looking at the bloodstain on his forehead that had somehow congealed with blood with a puzzled expression, Inoue Hideka ignored these trivial matters, walked to the table, and began drawing Naruto manga.

Since I can't concentrate on training, I'll draw comics to calm my mind.

Inoue Hideka thought that the plot existed in her memory, so drawing it wouldn't be as difficult as the training, but after drawing more than a dozen pages...

Looking at the drawing, which was even worse than graffiti, Inoue Hideka irritably threw down his paintbrush, crumpled the paper into a ball, and tossed it onto the table.

With his elbows propped on the table and his hands covering his forehead, Inoue closed his eyes in distress.

As soon as she stopped, the images of her sisters' tragic deaths began to reappear before her eyes, and Inoue Eika felt like she was going crazy.

Is there anything...is there that can help me distract myself?

I leaned against the table and thought for a moment, then my mind was overwhelmed by the endless bloody images.

I might as well just go to sleep.

Inoue Eika simply lay down on the table and started sleeping.

Even with my eyes closed, those lingering images still haunt me...

Frustrated, Inoue Hideka stood up and went outside without even locking the door.

I went to the pharmacy downstairs and spent a lot of money to buy a high-efficiency sleeping pill that is not usually sold outside the pharmacy.

After returning to her dormitory, Inoue Hideka took the dose twice as prescribed in the instructions.

This sleeping pill also contained a large dose of anesthetic. After Inoue Hideka drank the sleeping pill, she originally wanted to pull the blanket off the broken bed board to the ground, but before she could finish, she felt dizzy and weak all over.

I decided to ignore the half-pulled blanket and, following my instincts, lay down on the floor.

Consciousness became increasingly blurred, more and more blurred... until I completely lost consciousness.

Inoue Hideka woke up again, awakened by a throbbing, hungry feeling in her abdomen.

I got up from the ground, my head throbbing. I groggily checked my phone; it was 4 a.m. on August 11th.

Misaka Mikoto hasn't been here yet; she probably learned about the Railgun mass production plan yesterday.

Perhaps they are investigating this plan now, or maybe they've gone off somewhere to find work again?

Holding the cup, Inoue Hideka poured herself a glass of cool water, ignoring her stomach's violent protests, and took out the sleeping pills and drank them down again.

Perhaps feeling the churning in his stomach and the pain in his head, shoulders, and back could make Inoue Hideka feel a little better?

He sat unsteadily on the floor, his vision blurring again. Lying on the floor, he felt an overwhelming sense of grief.