One-way traffic

When Accelerator turned around, he saw the second-ranked member of Academy City looking at him with a strange expression.

"I have something to tell you."

Kakine Teitoku adopted a serious expression, quite unlike his usual relaxed demeanor.

"I think we should put aside our excuse of staying in this world for too long to find support and take a short break."

…What?

Accelerator squinted, just as he was wondering what Kakine Teitoku had said.

He stretched out his finger and started swiping it in mid-air.

Thousands upon thousands of white rays converged together.

Under Kakine Teitoku's control, the unreal matter instantly outlined a three-dimensional, layered network, revealing various data and information in a projected form.

And those things.

It was as if they were comparing something.

"What is depicted here is the chain of relationships between the worlds you have been to before and our original world."

"When did you start calculating this kind of thing?"

Kakine Teitoku stood in front of the entire three-dimensional layer and pointed out some values.

"Then, what is shown here is the connectivity between our world and this place."

The value shown above is... 65 percent.

"Connectivity... what is that?"

"It's a simplified description I use. In reality, it's something like spatiotemporal fit, similarity, or alignment."

In other words, the entire world of the miniature garden... seems to be gradually changing into the world that Accelerator and his people originally created.

It's like gradually drawing a transparent bridge across two islands in a vast ocean.

"Why bother with something like this?"

After seeing these things, Accelerator actually started to scoff at them.

"It's not impossible to explain it. We are products of our own world, and after coming to this completely unrelated place, doesn't that naturally mean we've made a connection?"

"...That's right."

Therefore, Kakine Teitoku once again embarked on other routes.

The world I visited at the beginning, the world I visited before, the world I visited not long ago…

Everything was outlined by pure white lines, pointing towards that world where magic and science intertwined.

"If you look at all this in the simplest terms, then it is indeed as you said, because you have been to those worlds, so those worlds have become connected to the world you were born in."

"...If it were really that simple."

…Huh? Even Accelerator was taken aback by Kakine Teitoku's words.

Next, the second person pointed out another picture.

Unlike everything that had been outlined by pure white lines before.

The entire image is composed of dark red lines.

"This red map shows the values ​​inside the cave that suddenly appeared in the sky above our world, the one we visited before."

Red and white, two completely different images.

Under Kakine Teitoku's control, they slowly merged together.

Om-! !

Countless deep red lines instantly merged with the white lines.

…the routes left behind by those who traveled the world with one of these travelers.

"This is how the same thing?"

"I do not know."

Setting aside all the diagrams, Kakine Teitoku narrowed his eyes and looked at the first one.

"However, if those red numbers represent the values ​​of that cave... that is, the guy who killed you, then there can only be one reason why this is happening."

"That's what you left behind when you traveled between different worlds, and its values ​​are exactly the same as that thing."

Evil eye.

The moment the word "cave" was mentioned, Accelerator's mind conjured up the image of that being to which he was utterly powerless at the time.

However, the conclusion reached at this moment seemed to give Accelerator an extremely eerie feeling.

If.

If the data related to that evil eye is completely consistent with the links he left behind during his travels in various worlds...

—So what exactly is it that Accelerator uses to leave these links?

The answer is very simple.

That tool that gave him the ability to travel through the world from the very beginning.

That thing that is still bound to his soul to this day.

"..."

Soul System.

The first person slowly touched his chest, but felt an unnatural chill rising from behind him.

The system I've been using all along... its core data is exactly the same as that of the entity that killed me?!

"I don't understand what the situation is or what exactly happened. I think you should have a clear idea yourself."

After blowing away all the route maps, Kakine Teitoku looked at Accelerator.

"However, I think it's about time I came to realize something."

"…I know."

After clicking his tongue in response to the second person, Accelerator frowned in displeasure.

"I think I understand what you're trying to say."

"is it?"

Kakine Teitoku gave Accelerator a deep look.

He turned around and slowly walked towards the direction of the northern city.

"Although what I just said is just a guess, I think you still need to be prepared."

"Tragedy is something that cannot be changed by simply regretting it."

Swah——

Disappeared.

Kakine Teitoku's figure vanished before the first-ranked player, leaving only the eerie phenomena caused by their battle.

Accelerator stood still.

He remained alone for a long time, yet he never left this place.

Chapter 801 Gradually Returning to Peaceful Life? Or...

People enjoyed the joy of the "Dragon's Birth Festival" and spent a happy night.

After the Demon King's Gift Game, people's views on 'NoName' completely changed, and they no longer held the same contemptuous and disdainful attitude as before.

With the slogan of defeating the Demon King, such declarations gradually spread from the northern district outwards.

At least in the eyes of the people in the North District, 'NoName' is no longer the weak and helpless community it once was.

then…

"Gurgle...!!"

After everything was over, in Salamandra's office.

The person who was knocked to the ground was a man.

He was a very important man to the community as a whole.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Izayoi Sakamaki is standing right here.

He rubbed his fists and feet together, glancing at the man with a disdainful smile.

"If you have the guts to do it, are you not brave enough to bear the consequences?"

The man lying on the floor, being questioned by Izayoi... is Sandra's brother.

That is, Mandela.

"Why... why?"

"Why are you asking why? Isn't it easy to guess?"

Upon hearing Mandela's response, Izayoi Sakamaki let out a casual, cold laugh.

"During this 'Fire Dragon Birth Festival,' you 'Salamandra' deliberately released something that could attract the Demon King, which is why he was drawn here, leading to that 'Gift Game'."

“Those guys are related to Hamel’s grimoire, so… those 130 stained glass windows found in the church in the northern town are the medium used to summon them.”

"As the organizer, 'Salamandra' shouldn't have overlooked something like this, right?"

In other words, bringing a demon lord like Pest to the North District was entirely something their community did on its own.

"Really... Oh well, whatever, just listen to me."

Click.

Izayoi twisted her neck, making it slowly produce a clear sound.

"If it weren't for my companions being so capable, ending all of this before things got really bad..."

“Originally, all of you, including Sandra, should have been killed by me.”

"This has nothing to do with Sandra; it's all just wishful thinking on our part!!"

Mandela stood up excitedly.

"Gulp... I, all of us in 'Salamandra,' did this knowing the consequences of such things. Whether it's sacrifice or the consequences of bringing in the Demon King, we all know it much better than you do!"

"Oh, so all of this was done to make Sandra famous?"

Because this is the "Birth Festival of the Fire Dragon".

If Sandra succeeds in defeating the Demon King at this celebration of her becoming the ruler of the hierarchy, it will undoubtedly make her famous, allowing her to ruthlessly suppress all the dissenting voices around her.

After all, when a new official takes office, there will always be some people who cannot accept it.

“Sandora knows nothing about these things! So please, please let her go no matter what—”

"That's so boring."

Before Izayoi Sakamaki could respond, a new voice came from inside the room.

"Eh?"

Mandela's eyes widened, and he stared in disbelief at the doorway.

A person walked in through the open door.

"Trying to make a name for yourself by deliberately inviting trouble? Fool, when you choose this method, you already have no reputation left."

It was a figure with white hair and red eyes.

The other person, dressed in black and white, walked calmly into the room with a casual expression.

Mandela certainly knew this person.

…That was the very being who had easily defeated the Black Death Demon King they had summoned.

That is why Mandela's expression was so stern at that moment.