What Shen He was thinking about now was what to do after breaking through.
After all, this world was just a limited-time instance. After it ended, he could only come back occasionally using a travel card through his contract with Accelerator, but the Misaka sisters, even the students caught up in the war, would have to live in this world forever.
"Indeed, I can only force my way through." Shen He murmured to himself.
He wasn't some kind of saint who felt obligated to save everyone, but since he'd gotten involved, it would be really frustrating to leave things unfinished.
No one heard this murmur, only Kusuo Saiki, who could read minds, looked at Shen He thoughtfully.
Suddenly, on the distant battlefield in the sky, a dense flash of black lightning, like a demon king's descent, flickered under the moonlight, mixed with explosions that looked like fireworks. In Academy City, only Mikoto Misaka Alter could create such a spectacle.
"Sure enough, that woman isn't in the Misaka Production Facility!"
Accelerator suddenly sped up, his body rushing forward.
Although I don't know what happened, this is undoubtedly the best time to rescue Last Order.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Kuroko Shirai, who was working hard to erase important data within the Misaka Production Facility, had also reached a critical juncture.
"Kuroko, someone just copied the genetic information onto an external storage device," Kazari Uiharu suddenly called out while operating the computer. "It's on the computer in room B, row 13."
Although she was virtually invincible on the network, there was nothing she could do once it was copied onto an external storage device disconnected from the network.
"Damn it! Is it some greedy researcher?"
Kuroko Shirai's figure instantly vanished from where she stood; she absolutely could not allow her Onee-sama's genes to be obtained by those with ulterior motives.
There weren't actually many researchers in the entire Misaka Production Facility. Most of them were originally involved in the Level 6 Shift Project, and after being killed by Mikoto Misaka Alter, there weren't many left.
Therefore, the vast computer room for data storage was empty, with only a middle-aged man in a white lab coat standing in front of a computer.
"Hey! You!" Kuroko Shirai's figure suddenly appeared.
At the same time, she placed her hand on the iron nails strapped to her leg, "Hand over the storage disk, you can't escape!"
"...I wasn't planning on escaping."
The middle-aged man turned around, revealing a plain, unkempt face.
Kuroko Shirai quickly reviewed her memory, and it seemed there really was such a person, but she had no deep impression of him. After all, such researchers were everywhere in this facility.
However, now wasn't the time to worry about such things.
"Hand over the storage disk." Kuroko Shirai gritted her teeth, her expression clearly anxious, "I'm not the Judgment I used to be, you know. Believe it or not, I'll teleport the iron nails directly into your body... It'll hurt like hell."
She couldn't waste any more time; if she waited until Onee-sama came back, she was finished.
"I have a question."
Facing this childish, threatening tone, the middle-aged man showed no fear at all.
"In your heart, are 'justice and kindness' more important than Mikoto Misaka? You should know how much she trusts you, and you also know how she would feel if she knew you betrayed her. Even so, you still want to abandon her?"
"…"
Kuroko Shirai was completely stunned.
She never expected the other party to ask such a question. Looking at the hidden anger on the man's unkempt face, a nauseating feeling that made her skin crawl welled up.
What's with this expression, as if Sister Mikoto was someone important to him? Lolicon? Pervert? Super disgusting.
"Of course, I know all of that," she said, though disgusted, she couldn't avoid answering. Several iron nails appeared in Kuroko Shirai's palm. "After ensuring the safety of the Misakas, I will return to Sister Mikoto's side. You can punish me however you want then. Now, give me the storage drive!"
Swish—
The iron nails vanished abruptly, targeting the wrists of the man.
It was a place where it wouldn't kill him; Kuroko Shirai had ultimately shown mercy.
However, the man only swayed slightly and dodged the attack directly.
"Your expression changes are obvious when you attack, and your gaze habitually focuses on your target," the middle-aged man explained unhurriedly; his goal was merely to buy time. "And even if you take me down, you won't get the storage disk. I've already hidden it."
"Ugh! I've had enough!"
Kuroko Shirai shouted as if she'd given up, instantly teleporting behind a desk, her palm pressed against a stack of documents.
The middle-aged man's expression shifted slightly, and he rushed towards Kuroko Shirai with a speed completely unbefitting of a frail researcher. However, sheets of paper suddenly appeared, blocking his momentum. Under the dense barrage, his left wrist was instantly severed, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Kuroko Shirai's ability is Spatial Displacement.
It allows her to teleport anything across space, even helping with things like cutting diamonds with paper.
The excruciating pain of losing a wrist caused the middle-aged man to break out in a cold sweat. He quickly used his white coat to staunch the wound. He couldn't die here; he hadn't fulfilled Mikoto Misaka's wish. Gritting his teeth, he took out a golden, rather gaudy-looking cup from his pocket with his remaining hand.
This was the last of his Magic.
One after another, figures hidden within the black mist gradually emerged.
Some held spears, others swords. Faintly, through the black mist, one could discern remnants of their original forms, but they were all silent, like stiff puppets.
"Magic, a mage?!" Kuroko Shirai's eyes widened.
Faced with this completely incomprehensible phenomenon, she could only use the equally incomprehensible term "mage" to explain it.
But the enemy wouldn't give her a chance to understand. The middle-aged man's face grew increasingly pale. Even though he had used a technique to stop the bleeding, he had still lost too much blood. However, the shadow Servants he had summoned with the Holy Grail were enough to block Kuroko Shirai, and even prevent Last Order from escaping.
The walls of the research facility were easily destroyed, like tofu.
Kuroko Shirai could only use her ability to constantly run away, because her attacks had no effect on the people in the black mist.
Even if she cut them in half, they would quickly reassemble.
She didn't know that there was a phenomenon in this world called spiritualization.
However, Accelerator, who was charging forward like a cannonball, was on his way.
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