Mikoto's eyes flew open, the pain briefly forgotten.
"W-what? Who's talking?!"
She scanned the room, but there was no one else around.
"It is Misaka, Misaka #10032."
[Misaka is truly happy that Onee-sama can hear her. Misaka would like to add.]
Another wave of similar "voices" washed over her mind:
[Misaka #19090 also greets Onee-sama.]
[Misaka #13577 reports that today's physical condition is good.]
[Misaka #00025 notes that Onee-sama's mental fluctuation seems unstable and expresses concern.]
Mikoto finally understood. She knelt on the floor, clutching her head in both hands.
"WaitMisaka? The Sisters? A network? What's going on? Am I going crazy? Or did that bastard Rei Ao mess up my brain?"
[Onee-sama is not insanethis is the Misaka Network, Misaka #20001, also known as Last Order, explains.]
A slightly different voice chimed in, sounding younger and playful.
[Lord Rei Ao awakened all the sleeping Misaka Sisters and fixed their physical defects, linking them in the Misaka Network.]
[Now, Onee-sama can also access the network, Misaka says excitedly.]
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Chapter 703: So Ridiculous Misaka Mikoto wants Answers!
Hearing Last Order's concise explanation, Mikoto's breathing grew ragged. All this new information was making her dizzy.
"Rei Aowhat exactly has he done? The Misaka Network my sisters Wait, #9982 shouldn't you all have"
Her voice trembled, too afraid to say the word.
[You mean 'died'? Misaka assumes that's what Onee-sama is trying to say.]
""
Yes. From her investigations into the experiment, Mikoto discovered a large number of Misaka Sisters had died. That was the root of her guilt and pain.
[Indeed, 9,982 Misaka Sisters perished in the experiment. But Rei Ao-sama resurrected us, explains Misaka #10032 matter-of-factly, while also expressing gratitude and love for Rei Ao-sama.]
Resurrected?!
He resurrected her dead sister all the sisters?! How could that be possible? But the voices in her head were so real.
Mikoto felt her world spin, barely staying upright by bracing against the bed.
[Not only that, Rei Ao-sama also healed the flaws in our bodies. Now we won't suffer a shortened lifespan from the genetic modifications, Misaka #20001 happily adds.]
"That'sso good"
Tears spilled uncontrollably from Mikoto's eyes.
Those sisterscreated from her DNA and then slaughtered for that absurd Level 6 experimentthey were alive now. And they wouldn't die young anymore.
That was the best news Mikoto could imagine. A mix of guilt, joy, and boundless gratitude to Rei Ao swelled inside her, nearly overwhelming.
"Where is Rei Ao?"
Mikoto wiped her tears, her voice steadying. "I want to see him, right now."
Her chest burned with urgency, not caring if meeting him meant more harrowing experiences. She just wanted to see him.
The Misaka Network went quiet for a second, then voices erupted simultaneously:
[Rei Ao-sama is currently with Misaka #00001, reports Misaka #10086.]
[Misaka #00001 was the first Sister resurrected, Misaka #11111 clarifies.]
[Rei Ao-sama promised to date each one of us in numerical order, says Misaka #15642 with anticipation and some jealousy.]
"Huh?"
Mikoto blinked in confusion.
"Date? In order? What does that mean?"
[It's literal, giggles Misaka #20001. All Misaka Sisters confessed our love to Rei Ao-sama, and he accepted all of us!]
[He's now the boyfriend of every Misaka Sister, starting with #00001 one by one, Misaka explains excitedly, but then stops since Onee-sama can't see her gestures.]
"Wha?!"
Instantly, Mikoto felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her. Her jaw practically dropped.
"All the Sisters' boyfriend?!"
She unintentionally raised her voice several octaves. On the bed, Kuroko stirred at the noise, mumbling, "Onee-sama so loud Kuroko's exhaustedstill wanna sleep" But Mikoto ignored her entirely, fixated on the conversation in the Misaka Network. A strange sensation of jealousy? bubbled inside her. She had no right to be jealous. The Sisters deserved happiness after so much suffering. And yet
Suddenly, a file was transmitted to her via the Misaka Network, sent by "Misaka #00001."
Its title: "My Wonderful Time With Rei Ao-sama."
"What is this"
Mikoto reflexively accepted it and opened it in her mind. The next second, she felt like lightning had struck her. In her mental "view," she saw
A girl with her identical faceMisaka #00001clinging to Rei Ao. More shocking still was the presence of her nemesis, Shokuhou Misaki, in that scene!
"Th-th-this!"
Mikoto's words were in disarray, feeling another wave of heat flooding her brain. She should shut off this "file" now. But she found herself unable to tear her mind away!
[Misaka #00001 was honored to have her first intimate interaction with Rei Ao-sama and wanted to share the joy with you, explains Misaka #00001, trembling with happiness.]
Finally, Mikoto mustered a screech:
"Close it! Why would I watch something like that?!"
But rather than vanish, the imagery only sharpened in detail.
[Misaka #00003 wishes to see more clearly, doMisaka is feeling shy, though.]
[Misaka #07896 strongly agrees.]
Countless Sisters chimed in, collectively "calculating" to enhance #00001's uploaded footage. Mikoto could see and feel every detail, experiencing #00001's perspective.
"No way!"
At last, Mikoto severed the connection, pressing both hands over her burning cheeks. Her heart pounded like it might burst. And her body reacted with a strange sensation, leaving her more mortified than ever.
She had to find Rei Ao. Now, immediately. Not just to thank him for saving her sistersokay, not just thatbut to demand an explanation for this absurd "boyfriend to all sisters" fiasco. And why was Shokuhou involved?!
Mikoto wobbled to her feet, ignoring the aches, grabbing a random shirt off the floorsomeone's, she didn't careand put it on. It only came down to her thighs, but that was enough for now. There weren't any other men around anyway.
"Onee-sama? Where are you going?"
Kuroko, now half-awake, rubbed her eyes.
"To find that bastard and get some answers!"
Mikoto growled, yanking open the door and storming out, leaving behind Kurokostill groggy and confusedand Awaki Musujime, fast asleep.
Chapter 704: Dolly is in Confusion!
As soon as Rei Ao stepped into Shokuhou Misaki's world, she felt as if only he existed in her vision. She even forgot that Misaka #00001 was present, merely observing quietly.
Yet the Sister (#00001) was involved, because she was holding Shokuhou's hand.
"Misaka Network data shows any pain should lessen in 37 seconds, do. Misaka attempts to provide supportive data while also feeling conflicted about comforting a rival"
Shokuhou let out a strange, tear-blurred laugh. She no longer knew if she was sobbing or laughing. She only knew that here, all her pride as Tokiwadai's 'Queen' was being crushed inch by inch. And this was just the beginning.
The hallway was deserted.
Mikoto Misaka ran barefoot across the chilly floor, using the Misaka Network to ask: "Where exactly is Rei Ao now?"
[Special Dorm 2101,] Misaka #10072 immediately replied.
[But we recommend Onee-sama wait a bit because Rei Ao-sama is currently in a critical phase with Misaka #00001,]added #10086 with a blush.
"Criticalphase?!" Mikoto nearly tripped over herself.
"I don't care about that!" she shoutedthen felt an inexplicable pang in her chest.
Was that jealousy? No, impossible. Why would she be jealous of her own clone?
She had no time to consider such things. Electricity coursed through her body, ready to accelerate her if needed.
[Onee-sama, Misaka #00001 just uploaded a new file titled 'A Happy Moment,' Misaka #20001 naively reminds you.]
"I'm not looking!" Mikoto shrieked, running faster and trying to block those mental images and voices.
But despite her attempts to resist, the Misaka Network's data kept flooding her mind. She could sense #00001's emotions right noweven, through shared sensation, feel that satisfaction.
"Stop stop it" Mikoto murmured, unsure whether she was pleading with herself or the entire Misaka Network. Her legs felt weakmaybe from all the "exercise" or from too much shocking data.
Turning a corner, she finally saw the special dorm in sight. Gritting her teeth, she forced a final burst of speed. She had to see Rei Ao face-to-face, had to demand some answers. Why was he doing this? Why become every Sister's boyfriend? Why did seeing those images hurt her heart so much?
Those few seconds ascending the elevator felt like an eternity. When it opened on the 21st floor, Mikoto practically stumbled out onto the corridor and sprinted for Room 2101. Standing at the door, she took a trembling breath, raising her fist to knock
But the door opened on its own.
Standing there, clad only in a towel, was Rei Ao. His short black hair was still dripping water, and amusement danced in his iridescent eyes.
"I sensed you coming." He smiled in that magnetic, low voice. "Welcome to Round Two, Mikoto."
She peered over his shoulderand saw Misaka #00001, looking blissfully content, and Shokuhou Misaki looking tense and uneasy. Shokuhou noticed Mikoto and put on a forced, mocking smile.
"Oh my, isn't that our little gorilla? Perfect timing, your girl's pretty good~"
"???"
Mikoto felt dizzythis was all too surreal. She opened her mouth but had no idea what to say. Confront him? Thank him? Beg him for something? Rei Ao seemed to sense her inner struggle and gently stroked her cheek.
"Come in. We can talk."
His touch sent a jolt through Mikoto's entire body, making her almost forget why she'd come. A fleeting thought told her she was making a huge mistake. But she couldn't turn back now.
She stepped into another abyss.
Talent Workshop's corridor, midnightso different from daytime. Moonlight slipped through skylights, tracing diamond-shaped pools of light on the metal floor.
Kanzaki Kaori tread barefoot over those fragments of light. The seven wires at her waist gave off tiny metal friction sounds. Now she'd shed the strong faade she wore by day; her brow stayed furrowed in unspoken worry.
An automatic door slid open around the cornerDolly stumbled out hugging a Gekota plushie. Spotting Kanzaki, her pupils shrank, and she reflexively stepped back, only to catch her foot on the hem of an overly long nightgown.
"Careful," Kanzaki's body reacted before she could think. She grabbed Dolly's wrist just in time to prevent her head from hitting the wall
Dolly pressed a hand to her chest, trying to calm her breathing. The data of honey cake flavor that #10031 was sharing through the Misaka Network suddenly lost all appeal.
"You can't sleep, Ms. Magician?"
She noted Kanzaki's freshly showered scent. But instead of resting, Kanzaki was walking the halls.
"I'm thinking about the future." Kanzaki absently fingered the crucifix in her jeans pocket. Under the moonlight, her dark eyes looked coated in a silvery haze of confusion.
"Future?" Dolly echoed the word with her own uncertainty. She'd been resurrected, gained many new sisters besides Misaki. Yet she'd never really lived before. She wasn't sure where to begin.
"Ms. Magician." Dolly suddenly lifted her gaze, a strange shine in her eyes that Kanzaki couldn't decipher. "If life was bestowed by someone else, does that mean the meaning of living is?"
She trailed off, fiddling with her plush. Some odd "noise" came through the Misaka Network.
"Eek!"
Dolly yelped, and her spine arched like a bowsomething intangible overwhelmed her. Kanzaki, alarmed, slid her sword partially out of its sheath, but the expected enemy didn't appear. Instead, Dolly's cheeks flushed bright red, her eyes brimming with moisture.
Even stranger, faint azure sparks crackled around her in the air.
"Loss of power control?"
Dolly's lips parted in staccato gasps, her thighs clenching and releasing. Kanzaki stared in disbelief as a suspiciously dark patch spread across the hem of Dolly's nightgown.
"Little Misaki and Misaka they're" Dolly's voice strangled in her throat, each word panting with heat. A final jolt left her body spasming, arcs of electricity flickering around the back of her neck. Kanzaki had no clue what was happening, nor the cause. She sensed a buildup of electricity all over the facility. A weird chain reaction among these science-side powers?
At last, whatever it was subsided. Dolly slumped, unconscious, into Kanzaki's arms, cheeks flushed as if she'd fallen asleep.
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3:00 a.m.
Inside Yukinoshita Haruno's room, only the glow of a computer screen illuminated her delicate features.
Having just finished showering, she'd let her newly blow-dried black hair fall loosely over her slightly tired eyes. A few unruly strands trailed down her face.
"Tap, tap, tap"
Her slender fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard. On the screen, a company's financial statements coiled like a serpent, hissing out disquieting hints.
"A third suspicious fund transfer this month"
Haruno bit her lip, then pulled up a photo she'd casually taken, enlarging it. In the shot, her motherYukinoshita-mamawas rubbing her temple, visibly distressed and fatigued, with piles of paperwork in front of her. That eternally elegant and composed mother now had dark circles that even the foundation couldn't hide.
A pang shot through Haruno's chest. She'd known her mother's condition was off lately, but hadn't expected it to be this serious.
Switching to the company's internal email system, she accessed a folder encrypted by the finance department.
"So that's it"
Her pupils contracted sharply at the few deliberately hidden contract copies. Yukinoshita Construction was being systematically hollowed outfake bidding, material markups, embezzled project funds Each item was covert, but all together they formed a carefully woven net.
