"Someone wants to see me," Arata muttered. His expression did not change, but warning bells were already ringing in his mind.
He had considered many possible outcomes after interfering with the "Absolute Ability Evolution Project," yet he had never expected that Aleister himself would request a meeting.
Aleister's objective is to distribute a sufficient number of Misaka Sisters across the globe. The Absolute Ability Evolution Project is merely a façade to conceal his true intentions, especially since the magic side constantly monitors Academy City.
Because of that, he cannot act openly. He must sever himself from direct involvement in everything. If his identity were exposed, the magic side might not discover the truth immediately, but there are always intelligent individuals capable of deducing it.
That would bring disaster to Academy City.
His decision to save the Misaka Sisters does not actually conflict with Aleister's overall objective. The Level 6 Shift Project can always be continued under another pretext.
So why does Aleister want to see me?
"Chairman Aleister wants to see you. You know who he is, right? Please come with me." Musujime Awaki spoke casually, yet when she mentioned Aleister's name, a trace of deep fear flashed in her eyes. From the bottom of her heart, she did not wish to face that terrifying figure.
To be honest, every time I see the Chairman, it feels like my very soul is trembling. Living like that, can he still be considered human?
"Alright." Arata nodded. His gaze drifted over Musujime Awaki's revealing and provocative outfit, and he chuckled. "You're dressed quite boldly. It would be interesting if you became my friend. You could think about it."
"I'll consider it. You can move now."
Musujime Awaki frowned, clearly displeased. She was already accustomed to such looks. It was not that she insisted on dressing this way, but the friction from normal clothing interfered with her calculation process.
Normally she would glare fiercely, say something cutting, and teach the other party a lesson. But this was a Level 5. Even if she could escape, provoking a Level 5 would be foolish.
'Even so, I believe my ability is not inferior to a Level 5.'
After taking three seconds to complete her calculations, she raised her military stun baton, but nothing happened.
"Please refrain from using your ability. Otherwise I will not be able to use mine," Musujime Awaki said irritably. The Level 5 AIM diffusion field was overwhelming. If she attempted to activate her ability within it, she would be unable to move objects properly, just as she could not affect another spatial ability user of comparable output.
"Don't waste your effort. You can't move me. And it's not simply because I'm Level 5. Let me handle this."
Arata shrugged and walked toward Musujime Awaki, reaching out to grab her arm. Her expression changed instantly, and she adopted a defensive stance.
"Relax. If I intended to attack you, it would only take a single move." Arata spoke calmly. A faint red glow flickered in his pupils as he activated his Quirk, Ability Erasure, instantly nullifying Musujime Awaki's esper power before gripping her arm.
Musujime Awaki scalp tingled. She instinctively attempted to activate her ability, only to find it completely unresponsive. Panic surged through her.
A faint light appeared on the arm he was holding, and a slight burning sensation spread across her skin.
"W wait, what are you doing? I I am the Chairman's guide. If you attack me..."
Her beautiful face turned pale as she hurriedly protested.
What just happened? Why can't I use my ability? Did he disable it? What is he trying to do? Is he about to attack me?
"Calm down. I'm just establishing a spatial coordinate on you," Arata said with a grin, clearly having frightened this girl from the dark side of Academy City.
["Ding. Congratulations, Host. You have made contact with a three star character card. Unlock condition: remove the cloth band binding the chest of the character, Musujime Awaki."]
"Cough, cough, cough..." The system notification in his mind nearly made Arata choke. He immediately released Musujime Awaki's hand, the corner of his eye twitching violently.
This absurd system is becoming more outrageous by the day. What kind of unlock condition is that? My reputation is finished.
If that cloth is removed, it would be practically the same as her wearing nothing at all.
The moment Musujime Awaki's ability returned, she retreated instantly. Her expression was tense and fearful, cold sweat sliding down her temples.
Spatial coordinates? Did a Level 5 telekinetic user just leave spatial coordinates on her?
Her ability had clearly been nullified by some unknown power. Worse, she had sensed something impossible.
Telekinesis cannot nullify abilities. Nor can it manipulate spatial coordinates.
As a spatial ability user, she clearly sensed a marker similar to those used in coordinate movement imprinted on her arm.
"You... you are a multi skill esper. Something that only exists in theoretical discussions."
Arata smiled at the visibly shaken girl. "Should I say that you know too much?"
"I I don't know anything." Musujime Awaki forced herself to calm down immediately.
"Lead the way," Arata said with a smile, gesturing for her to proceed. His gaze briefly swept over her chest, unable to determine whether she was a C cup or a D cup.
Musujime Awaki disappeared from her position in an instant. Arata followed closely behind, reappearing almost simultaneously. She felt a chill in her heart. As expected, he was the legendary multi skill esper.
No wonder the Chairman wanted to meet him. Even the other Level 5s rarely have the opportunity to see the Chairman directly.
However, his spatial movement appears to be somewhat restricted.
With complicated emotions, Musujime Awaki entered the windowless building that always filled her with dread. The moment Arata stepped inside, she vanished without a trace.
...
Arata instantly heightened his vigilance as darkness swallowed his vision.
The chamber was enormous and devoid of conventional lighting. Instead, it was filled with star like electronic glows from countless silver panels.
Tens of thousands of instruments extended outward. Equally countless cables and pipes sprawled across the floor like blood vessels, all converging at the center, where the largest light source stood.
There was a massive cylindrical life support tube. Inside it floated a silver haired figure dressed in surgical attire, suspended upside down in liquid, expressionless eyes fixed upon him.
"Those who enter this place for the first time usually feel fear, discomfort, or reverence when they see how I exist. Yet you do not. You believe this way of living is correct."
The voice was electronically synthesized, echoing through the vast chamber.
Arata inhaled slowly, stepped closer to the transparent life support tube, and spoke.
"Perhaps. May I ask what Chairman Aleister wished to see me about?"
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