Zongman: The post-2D era

“Um, do I, as a patient, have human rights?”

Shokuhou Misaki's words were like a stream of fresh water, instantly moistening Feng Feng's dry heart. He was just about to find a way to step down and announce the end of the meeting so that he could go home and rest early. After all, he was still frightened by Shirai Kuroko's out-of-control incident yesterday.

However, Shokuhou Misaki suddenly turned around and locked her eyes on Matou Sakura. Her mental ability sensed some of her memories, memories of the Holy Grail War.

The pair of eyes that usually flashed with cunning light became unusually serious at this moment. She folded her hands in front of her chest, bowed slightly, and there was a barely perceptible tremor in her voice:

"Sakura, please, please help me and let me free myself from this endless nightmare." Her eyes were full of expectation and trust, as if Matou Sakura was her last hope.

Matou Sakura stared at Shokuhou Misaki, her eyes flashing with determination and seriousness, and she slowly said: "Misaki, I can help you, but you have to agree to one condition of mine."

"You must set up an indestructible psychological defense line to protect yourself and Feng Feng, and prevent anyone from prying into our secrets. This defense line will be a contract between you and me, and a commitment to trust each other."

Her fingers gently stroked the air, as if drawing an invisible line of contract in the air, tightly linking the fate of the three people.

When Shokuhou Misaki heard this, a determination flashed in her eyes. She nodded slowly, folded her hands in front of her chest, and whispered silently. An invisible force spread around her, forming an invisible psychological barrier.

Sakura turned around and fell on Fengfeng with clear eyes, wanting to let Fengfeng know that she had solved the problem and he would no longer be threatened by Shokuhou Misaki.

The latter was trying his best to comfort Misaka Mikoto. With a slightly awkward smile on his face, he explained: "Mikoto, you misunderstood. I didn't mean to exclude you."

"You will play a vital role in the following treatment. As the core of energy, your electric shock ability will provide Sakura with the necessary energy support. We need to work together to break the shackles of this 'Alaya Dream'."

As he spoke, he gently patted Misaka Mikoto's shoulder to comfort her. Misaka Mikoto's expression then relaxed, and the fighting spirit rekindled in her eyes, as if she was ready to face this unknown battle.

"I started, you guys continue!"

Sakura clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, her face showing determination and resolve.

She slowly raised her hands, with her fingers slightly spread out, as if she was conversing with an invisible force.

A strange fluctuation began to spread in the air, which was a sign that her level 2 insect-controlling ability and magic power were intertwined.

A faint light gradually emanated from her body, like the first rays of dawn, warm and full of hope.

Those tiny insects that she had carefully nurtured and hidden in the dark seemed to feel the call, and they surged around her, forming a flowing silver halo.

At the same time, the magic power surging in her body was like a ignited flame, hot and dazzling, and it complemented the power of the insects, forming a picture that was both mysterious and shocking.

At this moment, the English Puritan Church, the Pope in the Roman Orthodox Church of Necessary Evil, Aleister in the Black Building and others were all stunned at the same time, and some were muttering or sighing.

"When science and magic collide, the story begins!"

Chapter 859 Life Control

Thursday, November 10

The female students of Academy City Tokiwadai Girls' Junior High School were all looking up information about the "prince" today.

Someone on the campus internet broke the news that Shokuhou Misaki took Feng Feng and Matou Sakura to do research, and Misaka Mikoto was unexpectedly involved in some cloning research controversy.

Inside the research institute, Feng Feng and Shokuhou Misaki looked at each other with gentle but slightly helpless smiles on their faces.

In the isolation protection room of the research institute, the soft and pale light shines on Sakura Matou's tranquil face. She seems to be in a cocoon interwoven with technology and dreams.

The display screens embedded in the surrounding walls flashed complex data streams, and the ticking sound of machinery echoed in the quiet space, adding a touch of uneasiness to the tranquility.

Feng Feng stepped forward lightly, his eyes gently sweeping over Matou Sakura's body which was covered with various detection probes, and softly asked the researcher beside him: "How is her condition? Is she stable?"

The researcher stared at the tablet in his hand, frowned slightly, and shook his head slowly, revealing a barely perceptible worry in his eyes.

Feng Feng was about to ask more questions when Shokuhou Misaki gently pressed his shoulders, her eyes filled with unquestionable determination. "Give them some space, and leave professional matters to professionals."

She spoke softly, and then led Feng Feng through the winding corridor, each step seeming to be unhurried.

The office door closed gently behind them, and the lights inside were dim and warm, in stark contrast to the cold tones of the corridor.

The director of the research center sat behind a large desk, his eyes behind his glasses sharp and deep.

Shokuhou Misaki went straight to the point, speaking quickly but clearly, while Feng Feng stood aside, his eyes occasionally falling on the twinkling lights in the night outside the window. He felt mixed emotions in his heart, and his thoughts surged like the tide.

Feng Feng followed Shokuhou Misaki out of the office in a daze. It was late at night and the lights in the corridor lengthened their shadows.

Shokuhou Misaki held a sealed document tightly in her hand, and her fingertips tapped lightly on the cover, making a rhythmic sound that was particularly clear in the quiet night.

The door of the luxurious room slowly opened in front of them. The lights inside were bright, and the luxurious decorations were even more dazzling under the soft light. There were exquisite oil paintings hanging on the wall, and every stroke revealed an extraordinary artistic atmosphere.

The carpet was soft and thick, making almost no sound when stepped on. Shokuhou Misaki was the first to step in, followed closely by Feng Feng. The door quietly closed behind them, isolating them from the noise from the outside world.

Shokuhou Misaki waved her hand casually, indicating Fengfeng to find a place to sit down, and she sank gracefully into the soft sofa, her posture lazy and noble.

She deftly tore open the file bag in her hand and pulled out a few pages of thick paper, which was a detailed report on Sakura Matou's abilities.

Under the light, her eyes became unusually focused, her slender fingers gently stroked between the lines, and she occasionally frowned, as if she was thinking about some profound question.

The papers flipped in her hands, making subtle but clear sounds, which blended into the quiet space and formed a focused and mysterious picture.

Shokuhou Misaki's gaze shifted from the last report paper to Feng Feng who was standing there in a daze.

Her eyes suddenly became sharp, and the corners of her mouth curled up in dissatisfaction. She stood up suddenly, and slammed the report in her hand heavily on the coffee table, and the papers scattered all over the floor with a loud "pop" sound.

"Feng Feng! What are you thinking about?" Her voice, filled with suppressed anger, echoed in this luxurious and empty room.

Feng Feng shuddered violently, came back to his senses, and met Shokuhou Misaki's questioning eyes.

"You know how important she is to me, why would you let her take such a risk?"

Her fingers were clenched into fists, her nails almost digging into her palms. The pain made her more awake and angry.

Shokuhou Misaki's question was as chilling as a cold wind. She took a step closer, her eyes seeming to be able to see through people's hearts: "What would you do if Matou Sakura died?"

Feng Feng's body shook, as if this question hit the vital point. He stood there for a moment, his eyes gradually focused and became extremely firm.

He took a deep breath, his voice low and powerful: "If she dies, I will revive her, at any cost."

His words echoed in the empty room, and every word sounded like a resounding oath.

Shokuhou Misaki stared into Fengfeng's eyes with a resolute light in her eyes, as if she had already seen the goal that she must achieve at all costs.

His hands were clenched into fists, veins bulging, revealing his inner determination and persistence.

Shokuhou Misaki curled up the corner of her mouth with a meaningful smile, and slowly picked up the examination report of Sakura Matou that was scattered on the coffee table. The papers were gently turned over by her fingertips, making a rustling sound.

She looked up at Feng Feng, her eyes sparkling with a strange light, like the brightest star in the night sky. "Feng Feng, look here."

She pointed to a line of data in the report, her voice filled with excitement that was hard to conceal.

"Matou Sakura's ability has quietly risen to level four. Not only can she control non-human animals, she can even touch human life forms. This power is still rising."

After saying this, she gently closed the report, her eyes sharp, as if she had foreseen the unpredictable and shocking scenes in the future.

There was amazement and anticipation in Shokuhou Misaki's eyes, and she gently stroked the report as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

She looked up at Feng Feng, her tone full of excitement: "Feng Feng, did you see it? Matou Sakura, she is standing at the intersection of magic and science, like a bright star, shining brightly."

"Her ability seems to have touched the threshold of level five. It is an existence beyond common sense and a miracle that countless researchers dream of. I seem to have seen that one day in the future, she will exert this power to the extreme and shock the whole world."

Shokuhou Misaki's gaze shifted from the report to Fengfeng's slightly silly smile. She couldn't help but frown slightly, a complex emotion surging in her heart.

She caught a glimpse of the unconscious curve of Feng Feng's mouth, which was a pure and undisguised pride and joy.

His eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, and he saw the moment when Matou Sakura would shine in the future.

"Feng Feng, why are you laughing so foolishly?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Shokuhou Misaki's tone. She couldn't understand why Feng Feng could believe in Matou Sakura so unconditionally, even in her opinion it was almost blind.

Feng Feng then realized that he had lost his composure and quickly put away his smile, but the light in his eyes did not diminish at all. He looked at Shokuhou Misaki and said firmly:

"I just think that Ying will definitely do it. She will use her power to create her own miracle."

"She's been stronger than me since she was little. I was thinking that if Sakura becomes the eighth level five, the name of her ability must be given by me: Life Control!"

Chapter 860: Number Confusion

Thursday, November 10

In a private room of a coffee shop next to Tokiwadai Girls' Junior High School in Academy City, Feng Feng was playing with his phone out of boredom.

Shirai Kuroko walked into the coffee shop from the door and heard the students talking about the interesting things about the "Prince". She gritted her teeth and walked towards the box.

Shirai Kuroko stood at the door of the box, gently smoothed her drooping hair, her fingertips inadvertently brushed across the blush on her cheek, and whispered:

"If it weren't for Onee-sama Misaka, I would never beg a great ape like you even if I died."

She took a deep breath, and the corners of her mouth curved into an arc, like the brightest sunshine in spring.

Then, she knocked gently on the door of the box. Her voice was clear and pleasant, with a hint of subtle nervousness and anticipation.

"Master Prince Fengfeng, may I come in?"

Her voice was deliberately soft and lovely, as if every word was leaping with cheerful notes, gently echoing in the air, adding a different color to this quiet afternoon.

Feng Feng's fingers jumped on the screen of his mobile phone. The dim light of the screen reflected on his focused face. There was an unintentional smile on the corner of his mouth, as if victory in the game was just around the corner.

Shirai Kuroko pushed open the door, his eyes fell on the figure gently wrapped in the light of the mobile phone screen, and he secretly complained in his heart: "What a complete otaku."

But when the words came out, they turned into another look: "Oh, what a graceful and elegant Prince Fengfeng, even the way he plays with his phone is so charming."

There was a hint of teasing and coquettishness in her tone, a playful smile on the corner of her mouth, and a cunning light in her eyes.

Feng Feng slowly raised his head, and the game character on the mobile phone screen fell down and turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

He sighed softly and turned off the screen of his phone. His slightly tired eyes looked at Shirai Kuroko at the door, and his tone was full of unquestionable:

"Close the door, and tell me everything you know about Misaka Mikoto's clones."

Upon hearing this, Shirai Kuroko nodded slightly, then closed the door gently with his backhand, and the light in the box seemed to dim a little.

She approached Feng Feng, her expression became solemn, and whispered in a low voice: "This is what happened..."

As she spoke, her fingers unconsciously entangled with her hair, and her eyes flashed with complex emotions, as if every word carried a heavy secret.

In the box, Shirai Kuroko's voice was low and rapid. She described how she was attacked by unknown forces in the dark after tracking down Misaka Mikoto's whereabouts and suffered minor injuries, and how she accidentally encountered a complicated incident involving Misaka Mikoto's clone in a small clinic.

When she got excited, she clenched her fingers into fists and her eyes flashed with indignation and anxiety.

Feng Feng listened quietly with a frown, as if he could see through her narration the lonely and tenacious figure of Misaka Mikoto on that stormy night, struggling against the unknown forces in the darkness.

The Absolute Ability User Plan might not have been stopped by them, and Accelerator is missing.

The noise outside the box seemed to be isolated from them, leaving only the two of them and this heavy and urgent story, flowing slowly in the air.

Shirai Kuroko slowly took out a photo from her shoulder bag. The edges of the photo were slightly worn, revealing signs of being frequently viewed.

"Her name is Error Number. She claims to be a wrong experimental subject and she has six days left to live!"