Chapter 48: Second Master Brother, I didn't eat your master!

  "Humans are indeed unreliable creatures, at a time like this, they still have the mood to engage in such trivial matters! The person who relies on you the most is going through that kind of suffering right now!"

  A voice that sounded as arrogant and insolent as ever, with a hint of oppression and irritation, echoed between Kamijou Touma and Index in the midst of their standoff; excluding the still confused Index, Kamijou Touma immediately knew who the owner of this voice was the moment it rang out. He peeked out from behind Index's head to take a look, and indeed, it was the low-educated and uncultured magical duo.

  Kamijou Touma almost simultaneously turned his head along with Tsuchimikado Motomi, looking at the two weirdos who had somehow managed to get him heavily injured. His pupils constricted and he forced a stiff smile as he turned back around, using an attitude that brooked no refusal to push Tsuchimikado into the house. As he pushed, he chuckled and said, "Ah...hah hah...those two weirdos are my friends. They're a bit strange, but they're good at heart. I've got some things to discuss with them, so I'll catch up with you later, see you!"

  Before Akuto could even say "goodbye", Souta had already pushed him inside and slammed the door shut. He then turned to face the two mages, his eyes narrowed in a defensive glare, and said in a low tone, "I didn't think you'd find this place... Don't drag others into this! And I'll never hand over Intimacy to you! Don't even think about it!"

  "A ridiculous and ignorant move, you don't know anything at all!"

  The red-haired magician spoke up, his eyes filled with envy and jealousy; he carefully examined Kamijou Touma from head to toe, unable to figure out how he possessed such a strange ability, especially one that could alleviate Index's suffering.

  "What on earth are you talking about?"

  "You bastard!" Still suddenly rushed to the front of Ushiro no Tatemae, grabbed his collar with one hand that didn't learn from experience, and shouted loudly: "You keep saying 'Intics', 'Intics'! Don't you know what kind of pain she's going through right now?!"

  "That's enough, Stil! This is no time for tantrums!"

  Just as Kamijou Touma felt an inexplicable urge to counterattack, Accelerator and Stiyl Magnus arrived on the scene. Accelerator held his sword at the ready between them. Stiyl took a few deep breaths, glared at Kamijou Touma once more, then reluctantly released his grip on his collar and walked away with his back turned, lighting a cigarette and smoking in silence.

  "First take me to see Intikus, I will slowly tell you about what happened..."

  In the dim light of the distant street lamps, Shen Lian's face, half-hidden in the darkness, looked even more dismal than her tone, with an unspeakable fatigue and pain.

  This disguise couldn't hide the true feelings from the heart, and Ushio's guarded heart was suddenly opened up to a crack. Although he still didn't have good feelings towards these two people, there was a voice in his heart telling him to believe her!

  Kamijou Touma clicked his tongue a few times, but the words of refusal still couldn't be spoken. He let out a deep sigh in his heart and silently walked to the door of Little Misaka's house, pushing it open...

  The scene that was about to unfold, Kanzaki Aoi had been eavesdropping on from behind the door, and it wasn't hard to guess what would happen next. Before long, a shocked and urgent cry of surprise and pain rang out from Kamijou Touma's direction, directed at Index.

  He picked up the recorder that had been pushed into his hand, let out a sly laugh, and said "Ahah, with this recording, Kamijou Touma, you still dare not to admit that you're a lolicon? The worry and heartache contained in this cry of surprise, even the emotionally numb members of the Dead Dead Group could hear it. At least it's worth two meals, right?"

  After that, Kizuna Hirotoshi told Kamijou Touma the story of the plot of the first volume. He didn't have the mood to re-read it now, and he was currently using his ability to change the quantum physical arrangement of the objects in the wall between him and Misaka Mikoto's room with all his might, trying to make this wall more durable.

  After all, heaven knows that the tone-deaf dragon king's sigh will hit which direction now. It's fine if it's like in the plot, but if it's going to be a fatal blow towards Ichijou Tarou's room, Ichijou Tarou says he doesn't have Kamijou Touma's ability to eliminate all possibilities of being hit directly. If he is hit directly, he will ascend to heaven singing Alleluia.

  Even if we assume that the attack didn't hit Intercity Express Arrow himself, but rather his room's figurines, Blu-rays, game console, computer and whatnot, he still can't take it! Haven't you seen how many scientists and villainous big BOSSes have turned to a life of crime after their loved ones or treasures were destroyed? The lesson from the past is clear: destroying the world is a great mission. Intercity Express Arrow, this lazybones who would rather turn into a tentacle monster just so he can satisfy his daily needs by stretching out his tentacles while sitting in one place, really lacks enthusiasm for it. But if they were destroyed and didn't take revenge on (harmonious) society, it seems like they wouldn't be able to get past their own moral hurdle.

  Under the weight of responsibility, Jiaolong initially only wanted to try his best to make this crumbling wall that looked like it would collapse with just one kick a bit more solid.

  Just as he was working hard to reinforce the wall and thinking wildly about whether this transformed wall would still stand upright after the extinction of humanity in millions of years, astonishing new intelligent beings, he thought that the door which absolutely wouldn't be knocked on by anyone today was being roughly knocked with a loud bang.

  Considering the physical strength of my fragile room door, it seems that it can no longer withstand a few more knocks in that almost brutal manner. Considering that I seem to have no sufficient budget to buy another door that can block wind and rain and sight, I had no choice but to put away the wall-climbing pose and resume normal standing. Still distracted, I continued to work on modifying the wall remotely, and when I went to open the door, I didn't forget to take out a slipper from the shoe cabinet with one hand.

  At the beginning of his journey, Xiao decided that no matter who it was, anyone who dared to disturb him from guarding Bao Bei would have to pay the price. Eighteen slaps with a slipper would make him unrecognizable even to his own mother!

  The moment the door opened, Jie Youzi felt Ye Dazong's spirit possessing him, a heroic passion to beat someone up bursting out from his heart. At this moment, he didn't need to know who his opponent was; all he knew was that the death aura of his opponent was flashing! The slippers in his hand whizzed with a whoosh at Ye Dazong's super-fast speed, slapping the face of the idiot who had knocked on the door.

  "Ah da ah da! Remember, people of the Celestial Empire are not sick men!"

  As the finale, Jie Lü Chu was drunk with pleasure and couldn't extricate himself, feeling that he had never felt so great before, even when he suddenly came after being constipated for 4 days, it wasn't as intense as this.

  "You son of a bitch, I'm going to fight you!"

  A roar of indignation with a rating of ten stars awakened Jie Lü Chu Yì from the realm of sudden enlightenment, and a person with an unrecognizable pig face and eyes filled with resentment that could not be washed away by the four seas came at him with a posture of mutual destruction, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws.

  "Wait... wait a minute! Second Brother, you've come to the wrong set! I'm innocent, I didn't eat your master's wafer!"