One-way traffic

He had at least considered trivial questions like whether he would go to heaven or hell after he died, but now it seemed he didn't need to worry about such troublesome things.

Based on the situation, he should still be alive.

However, the place we are in now is not the real world.

“Analyzing the structure of the entire space, both the upper and lower levels carry an extreme hint… Hmph, it’s absolutely obvious.”

This place is neither heaven nor hell.

It is a world created by one's own spirit, belonging to one side of the world.

It has to be said, he truly deserves to be called the smartest student in Academy City. Not only did he realize all of this in an instant, but he didn't even flinch in the face of something that would terrify an ordinary person. This proves that he will never change his style no matter what the situation is like.

If this theory is true, then everything here can probably be explained.

The flames represent a weapon called "Nateus".

Thunder represents an armed force called "Doomsday Destroyer".

The silver meteor probably refers to the gun called "Silver Wing"... its power is indeed somewhat insignificant compared to these more extraordinary weapons.

The black and white sky and earth are the "wings" behind him that change with his emotions.

just.

Apart from those things.

Other things also exist.

—Zigga.

The same electric light flickered slightly.

That is some kind of substance.

It was like golden lightning drawn from another world.

They shine in this world, drawing forth boundless possibilities.

but.

When Accelerator reached out his hand, everything moved away with him.

It was as if he wasn't yet qualified to approach them.

Accelerator narrowed his eyes. In this world, he did not use any superpowers, but relied solely on his physical body to perform the most ordinary actions.

That is why he is able to feel everything that belongs here most clearly.

So he heard it.

A sound other than anything else in front of you.

"…close…"

A very familiar voice.

The voice was familiar, but its source was unknown.

"Approaching—"

Click click click click——

A dazzling world instantly enveloped everything.

But what finally comes into view.

It was a faint color.

grey.

Chapter 403 is titled Gensokyo

Lying on the soft, Western-style bed, someone opened their eyes.

This time, I truly woke up in the real world.

However, there is still a great deal of incongruity.

"...It's even more exaggerated than I imagined."

The bedroom that appeared before my eyes was obviously not my own.

However, it is not Hatsune Miku, nor is it anyone I know.

I can't even sense the presence of any familiar person.

This isn't the original place at all... Ultimately, he's been thinking about one thing.

Since the battle has already reached the dimensional level, is there really any chance of returning to the original world unscathed?

This possibility is extremely high.

Accelerator immediately got up and began to use his brain, his primary and most powerful weapon, at lightning speed.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my heart.

Of course, his abilities remain intact. This time, unlike in the past, they have not been weakened in the slightest. The number one in Academy City will always be like this, the strongest king whom no one can rival.

But to say there's absolutely no burden is absolutely impossible.

That was when the "Doomsday Destroyer" generator was used in three modes and three super abilities.

Generally speaking, the burden of using a super skill once is already beyond what a normal person can bear, let alone unleashing three super skills at once.

The brain that could come up with such a thing is probably not that of a normal person.

There's a saying that goes, "The line between genius and madness is thin," and now it seems that this is indeed true.

Regardless, Accelerator is not in good health right now.

Superpowers can somewhat compensate for this, but using one's body will still have some impact. Under normal circumstances, one would probably consider resting, but the first one obviously can't do something so incredibly boring.

If only the right hand and the mental area are severely burdened...

"...Is this alright?"

From the system's inventory, he directly took out something that he hadn't used in a long time.

Something that could stir up endless memories for him.

The cane is entirely silver-white, with a very slender tip.

"I thought I would never need to use it... Although I can manage now, I should try to consider all possibilities to avoid any long-term consequences."

Unlike in the past, this time his condition did not worsen at all; it was merely a physical burden.

However, such a large body is really not very portable.

Judging from this, the cane will need to be modified quite a bit later.

However, compared to this issue, there are more important things to do right now for the person in charge.

"So, where exactly is this place?"

The situation is not hard to guess. Probably, after arriving somewhere, I was rescued by someone and taken home.

He casually got up, but felt discomfort from the inside of his right arm, as well as various other discomforts throughout his body.

Accelerator frowned subconsciously, and then...

“…What is this?”

There were white ribbons all over his body, around his waist, legs, and hands.

It wasn't a bandage; you could vaguely see some patterns on it, giving it an artistic feel.

He then tore off one of the ribbons and saw the remaining wound on the inside, but there was no bleeding.

He can manipulate all energy directions, and even subconsciously, he can control the flow of his blood to prevent fatal situations such as massive bleeding.

But that wasn't what he was concerned about.

Whose ribbons are these…?

Looking around the room, it was clearly a bedroom, and not a particularly cheap one at that…it looked like the kind of room a medieval Western nobleman would have.

Part of the bed was made of a rare type of velvet, the floor tiles were in the style unique to Western-style houses, and even the wardrobe and desk had the same feel.

Accelerator wanted to see the world outside the window, but when he opened it, all he could see was an endless, dense jungle.

Could it be that it fell into some deserted wilderness?

Stopping overthinking, the first person reached out to adjust their white coat, only to find that it wasn't there.

He was only wearing a white shirt on his upper body.

"...You've really gone to the extreme in causing me trouble."

He clicked his tongue in displeasure and had no choice but to take out another distinctive top with white directional stripes from the system's inventory.

Although he managed to save himself, the whole situation was far too unusual.

Without further hesitation, Accelerator opened the solid wood door in front of him.

After opening the door, I heard a certain sound.

It was a continuous weaving sound, which came the moment the door opened.

Accelerator finally got a direct look at the house in front of him. It wasn't huge, and it was fairly standard, but it had a division between the first and second floors.

There seem to be only two rooms on the second floor, and they are not very large. The space on the first floor is mainly filled with various huge instruments and storage cabinets.

Then, he discovered something in this place that was enough to startle anyone.

Generally speaking, lockers are used to store decorative or practical items, and this applies here as well.

But those so-called decorations are really not pleasing to the eye.

They were all strange dolls of various sizes.

With well-defined features and a lifelike face, it's as if it were a miniature doll shrunk down to life size.

"This is truly... an unusual turn of events."

Even he, the number one, didn't know what to say. Accelerator couldn't help but sigh helplessly in his heart.

He certainly couldn't be scared, but such a bizarre scene would surely frighten anyone else who visited the house and make them want to turn back.

With this in mind, he became even more curious about the owner of the house—the person who had lent him a helping hand.

As you walk into the living room, you see all sorts of instruments, big and small, and various figures operating them.

It seems there are other people living in this house.

—This thought only lasted for about a second for Accelerator.

Those figures were not human at all.

"…ah?"

He squinted, looking at the beings who were constantly working with a slightly surprised expression.

Their height is generally no more than half the size of their own body.

In other words.

"These guys...are they all puppets?"

"Uh-huh--!"

Several of the puppets immediately sensed what he was saying.

They generally have cute appearances and their voices sound like girls.

Although the fact that the puppet can talk and fly is beyond the realm of common sense, Accelerator himself is not surprised by it.

He himself is a miracle that transcends the laws of physics.

However, after noticing his actions, the dolls immediately left their work area and flew into the depths of the living room.

Accelerator followed suit.

And so he saw it.

Surrounding a figure of normal height were countless dolls.

"Ok?"