After Arata finished speaking, he let out a quiet sigh and urged himself to leave immediately. There were still nearly sixty seconds before Ability Erasure refreshed. During that interval, there was no reliable method to suppress a completely enraged Accelerator.
He activated his Imperial Arm and vanished instantly through spatial teleportation.
At that moment, darkness seemed to cling to Accelerator's pale figure. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The corners of her mouth twisted into an extreme grimace, and her murderous aura felt like countless eyes staring from the abyss.
"That is it for today? Hahahaha… what a joke. What a joke. What a joke. You are despicable. Utterly despicable."
For the sake of a group of unrelated dolls, and to prevent her from reaching Level 6, he had used some unknown ability to repeatedly disable her vector manipulation, trampling her pride and the title of the strongest under his feet.
And in the end, he left behind a mocking sentence.
That is enough.
Despicable. Scum. Amusing. Truly amusing.
"I do not know how you did it. But you exposed your weakness."
Accelerator's grin widened unnaturally, as though something monstrous were about to burst from within her.
"The interval between each attack is far too long. Hehehe… hahaha… It is not that you do not want to attack. It is that you cannot. Your ability has a cooldown. How pathetic."
Once I calculate your strengths and weaknesses completely, that will be the moment you are torn apart like some tragic hero, you sewer rat.
"Cough… cough…"
Accelerator bent forward, clutching her abdomen. Saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth. The pain had not subsided in the slightest.
Only then did Arata's final words echo again in her mind.
Do you really think the Misaka Sisters are just emotionless experimental animals?
Her pupils contracted faintly. Her teeth ground together as an expression close to despair surfaced.
Ridiculous.
Are they not merely puppets without emotion?
Even insects struggle desperately to survive. Yet those clones show no fear of death. No matter what she says. No matter how brutally she kills them. They simply continue to fight.
White laboratory rats. Disposable puppets. Mass produced clones.
Is that not what everyone calls them?
That bastard only interfered because of power. Power inevitably breeds conflict. Only absolute invincibility, a state where no one even dares to challenge you, can eliminate conflict entirely.
Is that not correct?
Although she had long grown disgusted with the slaughter, the Level 6 Shift Project was already halfway complete. Just one final step remained.
Once she achieved absolute power, everything would change.
It had to change.
"You will come again next time, will you not? Hahaha… hahahaha… I will be waiting for you, you lowlife."
Accelerator threw out a frenzied punch that shattered the remaining wall of the abandoned building behind her.
Meanwhile, inside the research facility monitoring the experiment in real time, silence filled the control room.
What they had just witnessed overturned everything they believed.
Accelerator was the strongest Level 5. According to calculations derived from the Tree Diagram supercomputer, even if all other Level 5 espers joined forces, they would still be defeated within a limited timeframe.
Yet just now, she had been thoroughly suppressed by a newly revealed Level 5 telekinetic.
"This… this cannot be real."
"What do we do? Accelerator was defeated. Could the so called eighth Level 5 actually be the strongest?"
"External researchers and medical staff have already been dispatched."
"Damn it. The entire experimental schedule is disrupted. How are we supposed to explain this?"
Soon, researchers and medical personnel arrived at the battlefield.
The terrain within two hundred meters had been completely transformed. The abandoned structure was partially collapsed. In the center of the devastation stood a lone white haired girl.
The medical staff swallowed nervously as they approached to examine her.
This was the monster who had killed nearly ten thousand clones. The strongest Level 5.
Perhaps not anymore.
But even now, a single misstep could leave them as corpses.
A researcher in a white coat forced himself to speak.
"Accelerator… what happened just now? That battle… why were you…"
His words cut off instantly.
Those crimson eyes turned toward him, filled with naked killing intent.
"I was about to ask you the same thing. Get me all the information on that bastard immediately. Now."
The researcher nearly collapsed on the spot.
"Bastard… who… who do you mean?"
Accelerator's gaze sharpened.
"I understand. I understand."
Only after the medical staff escorted Accelerator away did the remaining researchers dare wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads.
"Damn it. I thought I was dead."
"Those higher ups are hiding behind us, afraid that Accelerator might vent her anger. Damn them."
"Lower your voice. There could be surveillance here. If headquarters hears that, we are finished."
"Forget the experiment. I just do not want to be killed by that other Level 5. If even Accelerator cannot win, what chance do we have?"
...
At the same time, Arata teleported directly into the medical room of Heaven Canceller.
He found the doctor already treating the injured Misaka Sister.
"Oh, doctor. You were quite fast this time."
Heaven Canceller continued wrapping the bandages and replied helplessly, "Do not send people here without warning next time. Fortunately, there were no other patients in the room. Otherwise, sudden interference could cause serious complications."
"You are right. By the way, where is the other Misaka?"
Arata scratched his head and looked at the bandaged Misaka Sister with a trace of concern.
"That child is currently undergoing cellular stabilization in the nutrient tank. It will take some time."
"Which treatment room?"
"At the end of the corridor. But do not touch the medication inside," the doctor warned seriously.
"I understand. I am a mature and reliable man."
Arata grinned before gently patting the bandaged Misaka Sister on the head and walking out.
At the end of the corridor were several cylindrical treatment chambers resembling oversized glass tubes filled with transparent nutrient solution.
Inside one of them floated a Misaka Sister wearing a surgical gown, suspended in the liquid.
When she noticed Arata's arrival, her fingers twitched faintly.
"Changing into surgical attire during treatment is standard procedure. That makes sense."
Arata nodded thoughtfully. After all, she was someone he had personally rescued.
Even under the care of Heaven Canceller, the best underground physician in Academy City, proper medical protocol still applied.
When Arata had previously questioned the procedure, the doctor had given him a strange look and responded calmly.
"Adolescent restlessness. Subconsciously categorizing certain females as important individuals. Mild possessiveness. All common symptoms. You may wish to reflect on them."
"…"
As expected of a doctor.
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