Ling Qing took a step forward.
Fubuki Toshinobu suddenly felt an invisible pressure envelop her entire body, and her knees began to tremble uncontrollably.
That's not psychological fear.
Rather, it is an instinctive reaction of every cell bowing down to some higher-dimensional being.
Become one of my men, or disappear like everyone else.
Ling Qing's voice was very soft, yet it resounded like thunder in her mind.
Make your choice.
Bu Shudi felt a tightness in his throat.
She had thought she had long since lost the will to live.
But now, facing a real threat of death, she realized that deep down she still harbored a lingering sense of resentment.
What shocked her even more was that the aura emanating from this person who claimed to be the chairman completely exceeded her understanding of ability users.
Why...me?
She lowered her head and heard her own hoarse voice.
"Because of your conscience," Ling Qing said calmly.
Conscience?
Bu Shu Dixin was stunned.
She didn't quite understand.
It was Qing who said: "As someone who knew about the experiments on the absolute power users, you sympathized with and tried to protect the Misaka Sisters, right?"
...
Bu Shuzhi stared in astonishment, his mouth agape.
I…
Yes.
She had that thought.
She couldn't accept the idea that all the researchers thought the Misaka Sisters were just experimental tools.
This is what Ling Qing meant by "conscience".
Fushiki Toshinobu smiled bitterly; even she herself couldn't believe that her insignificant conscience had allowed her to survive.
What am I supposed to do?
Ling Qing smiled with satisfaction.
This is an answer of agreement.
A wise choice.
From today onwards, you will be directly under the command of Misaki Shokuhou.
Before Fubuki Toshinobu could process this information, Rei's figure began to become transparent.
Before disappearing completely, he left behind his last words.
The location of the talent workshop will be sent to your mobile phone; please come and check in as soon as possible.
When the laboratory fell silent again, Fubuki Toshinobu realized that his back was completely soaked in cold sweat.
don't worry.
Misaki Shokuhou, who was left behind, smiled with a hint of genuine sympathy.
What you are about to witness is far more terrifying than death itself.
She was certain that Ling Qing had already set his sights on this young girl.
They will definitely be treated roughly in this or that way.
But she had no right to mock Fubuki Toshinobu.
Because she herself would soon need to complete her own transaction.
...
The most secret prayer room at the headquarters of the British Puritan Church.
Steele rudely pushed open the heavy oak door.
Upon learning the truth, he rushed back to confront Archbishop Laura, who had deceived him.
Archbishop, Memories of Index—
But his fiery roar came to an abrupt halt.
The scene before him struck the two-meter-tall red-haired priest like a thunderbolt.
His revered Archbishop Laura was kneeling on both knees, her forehead pressed to the ground, her long golden hair cascading down the luxurious carpet like a waterfall.
And seated in the high-backed chair that should have belonged to the archbishop was…
Hey, Stiyl.
The young man with black hair and rainbow eyes waved his hand casually.
They arrived three minutes earlier than expected.
It's you!
He recognized the person in front of him.
It was Ling Qing, whom he had confronted for a moment not long ago.
Unfortunately, with his time frozen, he had no idea of Ling Qing's identity.
He didn't understand why Ling Qing was here.
What are you doing
No matter how angry he was with Laura, seeing this scene now redirected his anger.
Stiyl had the rune card between his fingers, but an instinctive sense of danger prevented him from launching an immediate attack.
The entire room was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression, the air so thick it felt almost tangible.
Ling Qing smiled.
Thank you for rushing back, but unfortunately there's no place for you here.
He simply snapped his fingers.
!!
Stiyl felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and the scene before him distorted like a turbulent body of water.
When vision became clear again.
He found himself standing in the square outside the Puritan headquarters.
The pedestrians around him did not react to his sudden appearance, as if he had been standing there all along.
Damn it!
Stiyl cursed.
He immediately turned around and rushed towards the gate again.
But he found that no matter how hard he ran, the distance between him and the building did not shorten.
Space has been distorted!
This realization almost froze his blood.
…
The prayer room.
Ling Qing looked down at Laura, who was still kneeling on the ground, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Get up, stop pretending.
His voice suddenly turned cold.
I came here specifically not to see you put on a pitiful act, but to show your true self.
Laura's body trembled slightly.
He then slowly straightened up.
That beautiful face, which always wore a holy smile, was now as pale as paper, but the corners of her mouth still managed to maintain a slight curve.
Lord Lingqing is joking.
Facing this man who suddenly appeared before her, who completely overwhelmed her with his superior status, Laura dared not show the slightest disrespect.
She closed her eyes and then opened them again, revealing countless black runes beneath her skin.
The woman, who had originally had a gentle appearance, now looked eerily beautiful, not at all like a holy archbishop, but more like a demon.
Kronzun, or should I call you the Great Demon?
Ling Qing observed Laura's posture with great interest.
At this moment, her eyes had turned completely black.
You are a demon god, everything should be as you wish.
Laura undoubtedly understood the status of the Azure Demon God.
Ling Qing stood up, her iridescent pupils reflecting Laura's distorted face.
He's definitely a smart person.
He reached out and pinched Laura's chin.
I'm here for only three things.
First, Aleister was too much of a nuisance, so I took care of him. Academy City will be mine from now on.
A flicker of genuine fear crossed Laura's eyes.
As a great demon comparable to Aiwass, she could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within the being before her.
That's not the power of an ordinary demon god.
Rather, it is something older and more essential.
"What else do you want?" she asked with difficulty.
Ling Qing's smile widened.
That smile sent chills down even the spines of demons.
It's very simple.
Second, I want you to be my property. Third, you are not allowed to have any more designs on Index or Academy City.
His fingers slid down Laura's neck.
Of course, in exchange, I can spare your life.
Laura suddenly felt the black runes that Qing's fingers were touching seeping into the depths of her soul.
It formed a bond more terrifying than any demonic pact.
She instinctively tried to resist, but it was all in vain.
Ah…you are truly…a cruel master…
Laura's voice turned helpless.
The black tide in his eyes receded, restoring the appearance of a human pupil, but the whites of his eyes were covered with tiny black lines.
Ling Qing roughly pressed him onto the prayer table.
The archbishop's robes shattered into pieces amidst a silent surge of magical energy.
You put a collar on Index, so I'll put one on you too. Isn't that fair?
He whispered in Laura's ear.
Next, you should fulfill the duties expected of a dog with a collar.
The voice carried an unquestionable command.
...