Zongman: The post-2D era

Kanzaki Kaori's eyes were firm, as if they could penetrate the thick fog in the night. She tightly grasped Index's hand and spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice:

"I, Kamisaki Kaori, swear on my life that no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will use my life to protect her and not let her suffer the slightest harm."

Feng Feng's face changed slightly when he heard this. A complicated light flashed in his eyes, and his gaze into the distance seemed to penetrate time and space:

"Kamijo, Misaka Mikoto... they are all waiting for me to take you back. Index, your choice is important, but I cannot disappoint them. How will this entanglement end?"

His clenched fists trembled slightly, and the struggle in his heart was like fallen leaves in the wind, drifting unsteadily.

The non-mainstream uncle slowly took out a silver badge inlaid with strange symbols from his pocket. The badge reflected a dazzling light in the sun, as if it contained some ancient and mysterious power. He gently raised the badge, and his voice was full of unquestionable majesty:

"I am the acting pope of the Amakusa Cross Church. In this meaningless fight, I am willing to be a bridge between you. As long as everyone is willing to lay down their weapons and replace conflict with dialogue, I can mobilize the resources of the church to find a solution that satisfies everyone."

His eyes moved back and forth between Feng Feng and Kamiya Kaori. Every word he said sounded like a resounding promise, and the air was filled with a subtle tension and anticipation.

Chapter 855: Anbu Mistake

Sunday, November 6

In the doctor's office of a hospital in Academy City, the frog-faced doctor handed the Unified Council's documents to Feng Feng.

Misaka Mikoto and Matou Sakura walked past the office, discussing the worries of going to school again the next day after being discharged from the hospital.

Feng Feng sat at his desk, the sunlight from the window dappled on his focused face. He carefully examined the 4K paper in his hand, his brows sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, as if every word contained an unknown secret.

Finally, he looked up at the frog-faced doctor, the paper gently swaying in his hands, with a puzzled look in his eyes:

"How can this mean that they agree to my forming a new ANBU? Could it be that..."

The doctor was buried in a pile of medical reports. He looked up when he heard the voice, his hand unconsciously scratched his messy hair, his brows were twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and the heat from the coffee cup blurred his confused eyes.

"All you little brats want is to be together as classmates and friends, and the ANBU organization can make that happen."

Feng Feng suddenly stood up, strode to the frog-faced doctor, and snatched the medical record from his hand.

"Can you please focus a little bit."

The sunlight filtered through the window, making his figure taller and slender, in stark contrast to the doctor's short stature.

His eyes were sharp as torches. He quickly scanned the data on the medical record, tapped a spot with his fingertips, and frowned, "The data here is obviously wrong. You see, the logic of the comparison before and after is not smooth."

The doctor was stunned and his glasses almost slipped off. He quickly reached out to steady them, took back the medical record in surprise, and checked it carefully. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and a gleam of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Feng Feng snatched back the medical record, propped his hands on the desk, leaned forward, and looked down at the frog-faced doctor like a mountain, with a questioning look in his eyes:

"Tell me, why did you assign me and my friends to the so-called ANBU without my consent? And you even gave it such a ridiculous name - 'Error'?"

"What do you think you can decide like this? Our lives and futures are not chessboards for you to mess around with!"

The sunlight cast a mottled shadow behind him, as if even the light and shadow were indignant at this unfair arrangement.

The doctor spread his hands helplessly, a bitter smile on his face: "I have tried my best, Feng Feng. Think about the ruins of the Unified Council building you attacked."

"You and Kamijou Kaori had a fierce battle in the street, with the whole city watching. This outcome is the best we could have gotten for you."

When Feng Feng heard this, the anger in his eyes grew even stronger, and he clenched his fists as if he wanted to tear the air apart.

"Accelerator told me that the ANBU are just a bunch of underground stinky rats who kill and burn in dark corners!"

He turned around abruptly and looked out the window, only to see people coming and going on the street, a peaceful scene that was in stark contrast to the storm in his heart.

"We are just ordinary students!!"

The fierce scene of the battle emerged in his mind, with flames, smoke, and the figures of his comrades fighting side by side.

An emotion of unwillingness and anger boiled in his chest, as if it would burst out at any time and completely overturn all this peace.

Feng Feng glared at the doctor, his voice trembling:

"Where are the Amakusa-style people? The Pope promised solemnly yesterday that he would protect us, but in the end he pushed us into the fire pit like this?"

His question echoed in the air with unquestionable firmness.

The doctor was stunned by his question, and he unconsciously clenched the medical record in his hand, his eyes flickering.

"Amakusa-shiki, ahem..."

He pushed his glasses up, trying to hide his inner panic, and asked another question:

"How did you know there was something wrong with this medical record? I checked it several times and couldn't find anything."

As he spoke, he handed the medical record to Feng Feng, his eyes revealing a hint of curiosity and confusion, as if he was facing a difficult puzzle.

Feng Feng sneered and replied, "Intuition."

He knew very well that in this game of power, he was just a fledgling pawn and was no match for these old foxes.

He grabbed the documents on the table. The edges of the papers curled slightly due to the force. His face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

The moment he turned and walked towards the door, the sunlight shone from behind, stretching his shadow long and casting it on the cold ground, like a decisive farewell.

The sound of the door hinge turning echoed in the empty office. Feng Feng strode forward, and every step he took was filled with reluctance and determination.

Just as Feng Feng took a step forward, the corner of his clothes was suddenly grabbed by a force. He turned back abruptly and saw the frog-faced doctor with a serious look on his face. His usually casual and unrestrained appearance now revealed a certain unquestionable determination.

"Feng Feng, please give me some face and come with me to see a patient."

The doctor's voice was low and powerful, and there was a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Feng Feng frowned, struggled for a moment, and finally stopped, thinking of the doctor's kindness in taking him in.

He glared at the doctor with reluctance in his eyes, but still turned around and followed.

The sunlight shone obliquely, and the shadows of the two people moved slowly on the floor, one in front and one behind, like a silent contest.

The doctor walked quickly in front, looking back from time to time, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes, as if hinting at something.

"A month ago, a patient who was inexplicably unconscious was sent to my hospital. This month, we have received eight similar patients."

Feng Feng walked with heavy steps, and every step seemed to tell of his inner reluctance and helplessness.

"I haven't figured out how to solve my own problem yet!"

Feng Feng followed the doctor to the ward rounds and saw a patient lying unconscious on the bed. The patient looked like water but was just asleep, but one of his hands had a crystal texture and the blood vessels, muscles and bones could be clearly seen under the transparent skin.

Feng Feng's eyes widened, his gaze lingering on the strange hand. He turned to the doctor in disbelief and asked, "What disease is this? Why is this happening?"

The doctor puffed out his chest, a hint of pride on his face: "When it comes to medical skills, I can be ranked in the top ten in the world. But for this kind of disease, I can't find the answer even after searching through all the books."

As he spoke, he unconsciously stroked his greasy bald head, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness.

"Look at this skin, it's as transparent as crystal, and the blood vessels, muscles, and bones are all clearly visible. I have never seen such a strange symptom, it's really strange, extremely strange."

The doctor gently opened the medical record folder in his hand. The densely packed data and charts inside all showed that the patient's physiological functions were in perfect health.

"Look, all the indicators are incredibly normal, as if he is just... in a deep sleep."

"But everyone knows that he is abnormal. This disease is named "Alaya Dream". It is also the first mission that Aleister asked you to cooperate with me, the mission of the Anbu's mistake."

Chapter 856 Psychological Control

Monday, November 7

The cleaning cylindrical robots and students of Academy City were moving through the streets without knowing anything.

In a high school classroom, Matou Sakura and Index looked at each other, then turned their heads away and snorted.

In a certain hospital, Feng Feng was giving a lecture to a frog-faced doctor:

"Here, every piece of data is integrated. You need to understand it using the Chinese medicine's five elements of yin and yang balance. Don't always think about having surgery..."

Before Feng Feng finished speaking, his eyes inadvertently swept past him, and the starry eyes of Matou Sakura asked: "You didn't go to class?"

On the big screen, the patient's hand, which seemed to be carved out of pure crystal, flickered slightly in the afternoon sun. The flow of blood in the blood vessels was clearly visible, and every heartbeat caused the subtle ups and downs of the muscles. It was so beautiful that it made people's heart palpitate, but it also revealed an indescribable weirdness.

Starry-eyed Matou Sakura jumped in front of the screen with her hands behind her back and asked with a sharp gaze, "Can this person be saved?"

The big screen switched to the ward. The room was so quiet that only the slight hum of the instruments and the occasional bird song outside the window could be heard. The abnormal hand stood out against the white sheets, as if it was a product of another world, quietly telling an unknown secret.

The doctor scratched his head, spread his hands with a helpless and somewhat curious look on his face and said:

"Hey, it seems that I, a Western medicine practitioner, need to improve my knowledge of Chinese medicine. Feng Feng, and this one..."

"Little girl with starry eyes, you two stay here and study first. I will go find some ancient Chinese medical books. Maybe I can find some clues."

Having said that, he hurried away, leaving Feng Feng and Matou Sakura standing in front of the big screen.

Matou Sakura's eyes were still starry as she stared at the hand on the screen, her fingers tapping lightly on the schoolbag behind her, as if she was talking to a voice inside her heart.

"I don't know either. Maybe... I need to think of some magical solution."

Feng Feng frowned and gestured in the air with his hands, trying to use the theory of traditional Chinese medicine to explain this strange phenomenon. The air was filled with a sense of tension and excitement in exploring the unknown.

Starry-eyed Matou Sakura suddenly raised her voice with a hint of urgency and confusion: "What? You mean, this requires magic? There is magic in this world?"

Her tone was full of surprise, as if she had touched upon a mysterious realm she had never set foot in.

When Feng Feng heard this, his body suddenly stiffened, as if he was struck by lightning, and he froze in an instant.

"You don't know magic?"

He suddenly turned his head, staring at Matou Sakura with eyes as sharp as a hawk. In those eyes, speculation and murderous intent intertwined into an invisible net, as if he wanted to see through her completely.

"Who are you? Are you controlling Matou Sakura or are you making me hallucinate?"

The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, forming a cold arc, and the air was instantly filled with a tense atmosphere of impending storm, as if a storm was about to break out in this small space.

Starry-eyed Matou Sakura's body froze, and her smile became awkward and stiff. She tried to use laughter to relieve the sudden tension: "Haha, I was just joking, don't take it so seriously."

However, Feng Feng's expression did not ease. His eyes flickered like ice, and ten small metal swords suddenly appeared around him.

The metal swords slowly rotated in the air, emitting a faint cold light, and each sword tip was pointing at Matou Sakura, like ten judgments about to fall.

The air was filled with the unique chill of metal and the dangerous atmosphere that was about to erupt, making people hold their breath involuntarily.

Seeing Feng Feng's increasingly serious expression, Sakura Matou with starry eyes finally sighed and gently pressed the button on the remote control in her hand with her slender hand.

A glimmer of light flashed by, and the scene in front of Feng Feng suddenly changed. The Matou Sakura who was originally standing in front of him instantly changed into another appearance——

A big-breasted beautiful girl with golden eyes wearing the uniform of Tokiwadai Girls' School.

"I have no ill intentions, it's just that one of my classmates also has this strange disease."

The bow on her chest sparkled slightly in the sun, the hem of her school uniform skirt swayed gently in the wind, her slender legs were faintly visible, and her dazzling golden pupils made her look like a goddess from a comic book, breathtakingly beautiful, yet with a hint of indescribable strangeness and mystery.