Lost Narrative Poetry

The magician calmly closed the old version of the property panel in front of him and checked his own status.

He didn't feel any signs of weakening in his own power. The radio waves in the air, the magnetic field underground, the various biological pheromones permeating the space, and even the infinite possible worlds presented before and after the collapse of the wave function, still... It is the basic component of his form of perception.

From this point alone, it can be determined that the ability value displayed on such a panel is simply not worthy of the name and is definitely not his current state.

Real body time travel?

still……

The thoughts in his mind were fleeting, his movements paused slightly, and the behavior that he was preparing to mobilize his magic power also stopped.

There is something in the air that is nanometer-sized, like dust, but it is not dust, but an artificial technological creation. It is shaped like a sphere, with three wires extending out on each side, for a total of six metal wires. Cilia are shaped like cilia and move like they are floating in the air.

This is something that ordinary people can only see using an electron microscope. Even Xia Ran almost ignored it.

Looks a bit familiar...

A microscopic intelligence network composed of nanoscale robots spread through the air...

So—is this really Academy City?

He looked back at the city in the night and saw the three spiral blades of the power-generating windmills. He roughly confirmed where he was currently, but he still didn't quite understand what his current state was. .

Glancing at the river beside him, he thought about something and walked casually towards the bottom of the dam.

Although his perception forms are too many and too advanced, the habit he developed as a human still makes him prefer to use vision for additional confirmation.

The dark night and weak light do not affect Xia Ran's vision. From astronomical radio telescopes to electron microscopes, within this range, his visual ability is still relatively good, even among all humans. Among the best…

Hmm, it seems like something's not quite right, but that's indeed the case.

The face is your own...

The body is your own...

I haven’t even changed my clothes, I’m still wearing the casual clothes I wore when I went out today...

Body, soul, spirit, will, and even all power and absolute essence can only be "himself" and cannot be anyone else.

"Why is it so real?" Standing on the river bank, Xia Ran waved his hands in confusion and moved his limbs a few times. "If it is not a real time travel, but a record of memory or something, I should be just a person. It’s only right to be a bystander…”

He was just a little confused, but not panicked or nervous.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, it seemed like there was nothing worth paying attention to, and now he found it very interesting.

There is still an inexplicable feeling of indifference deep in my heart. It is indifference as if I have finally reached the end. It seems that the most important thing has been completed... It doesn't seem right to say that. It seems to be a very familiar and subtle feeling. .

It's like knowing that you haven't done your homework yet, but you just feel that you will definitely finish it tomorrow...

So the homework is equivalent to being completed by myself, and I don't have to worry today.

It's probably this subtle feeling.

"Damn it... finally got rid of it..."

At this moment, a panting voice came from not far away across the bridge.

A boy with a spiky head ran forward like he was dying, taking advantage of the night to run towards this side. He rushed all the way to the bridge, and then subconsciously glanced behind him, and found that there was no one behind him at some point. .

"Huha...huha..."

Only then did the spiky-headed boy stop. He tried his best to resist the urge to sit down. Panting, he bent over and held his knees. He breathed heavily and felt his lungs burning. It was so hot. It's going to burn.

Kamijou Touma couldn't figure out how long he had been running in sweat and tears. Now he had already run out of the city and arrived in such a remote place.

Fortunately, he has always been very unlucky, so such things are commonplace. Over time, he has developed quite good physical fitness and long-distance running skills, and his opponent is a street gangster who has long been drained of his body by drinking and sex, so today Passed the test without any danger.

However, his heart was still bleeding.

"But... damn... why do I have to waste my youth on this kind of thing!" Thinking of the series of things he encountered today, the prickly-headed boy couldn't help but roar in his heart, panting heavily but also feeling aroused. The urge to burst into tears.

Today is July 19th.

Summer vacation starts tomorrow.

Because I was affected by the excitement, I bought comics in a bookstore that I knew were mines from the cover. I was not hungry but wanted to eat something good, so I walked into a public restaurant and saw a Chinese cartoon. A girl who looks like a middle school student is stalked by a delinquent boy who is obviously drunk...

So he stepped forward to lend a helping hand - mainly because the boy Kamijou recognized the identity of the junior high school girl, so he kindly wanted to save the delinquent's life.

Of course, the bad guy didn't understand his intentions at all and thought he was here to steal the woman, which turned into a fight. At that point, Kamijou Touma had no choice but to knock the guy down with a few punches.

This is also for the good of that guy. It's better to be knocked down by a punch than to be electrocuted, right? Kamijou Touma thought so, but what he didn't expect was that just after he defeated that guy, a large group of delinquent associates walked out of the toilet...

So he was chased for nine streets by eight bad boys, and they just ran from the city to here...

Not to mention this, the most terrible thing is that under the moonlight, there are pairs of people everywhere on the street. Everywhere you look, they are sweet lovers full of happy dreams. As a single boy, Kamijou was being chased, beaten, and scurrying around while watching this scene.

Not only was the body covered with bruises, but the mind was also crippled.

"The bitter gourd, snail hell lasagna I ordered hasn't even been served yet. I haven't even tasted a bite, but I have to be treated as if I'm eating a king's meal... It's unfortunate, unfortunate, unfortunate!"

Kamijou Touma screamed and pulled his hair, making his already messy hedgehog hair even more messy. He felt that he was really unlucky, so did God make a mistake when allocating luck? ?

——There are eight buckets of luck in the world, and everyone in the world is divided into one stone. Kamijou Touma alone owes two buckets?

"What game are you playing? Do you think you are a good person who protects bad boys? Or a passionate teacher?"

In the night wind, there was such a faint sound.

Kamijou Touma, who was irritably grabbing his spiky head and making his hair even more messy, suddenly froze. He turned around with some difficulty and found that he was five meters away from behind him in the direction he had just run. There stood a girl.

Wearing a gray pleated skirt, short-sleeved top and thin summer sweater, she is about the age of a junior high school student. Her fangs were exposed at the corners of her mouth, and she was glaring at Kamijou.

Sure enough, Kamijou Touma tried his best to force out a strong but cracked smile.

He knew that once he was unlucky, his misfortune would never end so easily!

…

…

"It's a pity that I don't have Zi's ability. Otherwise, I should be able to better distinguish the current real and illusory realm..."

Squatting by the river bank of the embankment, Xia Ran stretched out her hand to shake the water surface a few times. Xia Ran stared at the night reflected on the river and the reflection of the long, straight black girl. She shook her head slightly, and then seemed to think of something. , looking at the stagnant loops in the air.

These nanomachines are Aleister Crowley's surveillance tools. These extremely small machines generate their own electricity due to air convection, and collect information semi-permanently.

The most terrifying thing is that the Hanged Man spread at least 50 million of these machines invisible to ordinary people on the streets to form a micro-intelligence network to monitor every corner of Academy City.

so……

I saw something I shouldn't have seen... Feeling inwardly, Xia Ran made a thought and directly edited and erased the information collected from several nearby air loops.

The momentum of a machine that can only be seen with an electron microscope is difficult to target, and even if such a machine is captured, there is generally no means of extracting information. In addition, even if you knock it open through the nanoscale body, it will be useless without connecting it.

And not only that, the internal generation of the lag loop is a quantum signal. Because of its characteristics, if it is accidentally "observed" by the outside, the information will directly deteriorate.

But Xia Ran didn't care. He didn't need to "observe" the internal quantum signals. He just spread out the force field of his mind to cover the loop in the air. The entire space area seemed to be in his hands an "exotic" with completely different rules. boundary".

The apple will fall from the tree, and the light will travel in a straight line... From common sense, to cognition, to the laws of phenomena, everything is modified as he goes.

Of course it's impossible to compete with the devil, but isn't the little nano-intelligence machine just allowed to be ravaged by him?

When I think of it, great power arises on its own, and the power can be turned at will, because I think, so I can. As he continues to approach higher-dimensional gods and demons, his life forms are constantly changing, and his power seems to be becoming more and more idealistic.

After completing all this lightly, the magician stood up.

He exhaled softly, closed his eyes slightly, felt the night wind blowing on his face, and listened to the sound of the river flowing quietly in front of him.

A strange world, a strange city, a quiet night of complete silence...

"...Where did I offend you?"

"I cannot allow there to be humans who are stronger than me in the world. This reason alone is enough!"

"These days, even the character settings of fighting games are not so brainless!"

——Sounds like a quarrel came from the bridge nearby. They were extremely fierce and broke the quiet atmosphere.

Twitching the corner of his mouth, Xia Ran sighed. Are these two enemies already at odds?

He shook his head, turned and walked towards the embankment. Although he was really confused about the situation, it was not that bad. He was just looking at everything in front of him with a novel mentality. There is nothing to be anxious about, what is supposed to come will come anyway.

This is not a decision of fate...

But he decides his own destiny...

Vaguely, this indifferent thought seemed to flash through his heart, but it was so fleeting that even he himself was not aware of it.

"Do you know what a railgun is?"

"ah?"

"I heard that the principle is the same as the maglev train. It is a ship-based weapon that uses super powerful electromagnets to shoot out metal cannonballs."

On the bridge nearby, the fierce quarrel seemed to have calmed down a lot, and the words floating in the night wind became like two people simply asking and answering.

The girl put her hand into the pocket of her skirt and took out a game coin. As she spoke, she flicked the coin into the sky with her thumb.

"That's probably what it feels like!"

The coin spun and landed on the girl's thumb.

The next moment, a ray of orange light violently separated the air like a spear, and like a huge laser, it whizzed past Kamijou Touma's cheek in the blink of an eye!

Just like thunder, it took a while before a rumble was heard, sweeping through the nearby buildings under the night sky. The shock wave that broke through the air hit Kamijou's ears, causing him to lose his balance for a moment.

The boy with the hedgehog head shook a few times. His mind went blank, and he subconsciously glanced back behind him.

The moment the orange light touched the iron bridge pavement, it was like an airplane making an emergency landing at sea, turning up the asphalt on both sides. The orange light that destroyed all objects within thirty meters of a straight line still left an afterimage in the air after it stopped.

The iron bridge, which was made of steel bars and cement, was now shaking violently like a floating suspension bridge, with the sound of metal anchor bolts breaking and flying everywhere.

"Sorry, I want to ask, is there any place in Academy City that can be rented, and what are the conditions?"

Next to the afterimage remaining in the air, a strange young man who had just walked up from the embankment asked slowly and politely.

Even though the railgun's violent flash flew past him, his expression remained unchanged, as if he turned a blind eye, and he went straight to ask the spiky-headed boy.

"This, this..."

Kamijou Touma originally felt as if dry ice had been injected into all the blood vessels in his body, feeling a chill, but at this moment he couldn't help but feel confused.

He answered the question subconsciously, and gestured almost instinctively, giving directions to this passerby who was either crazy or something, although his head was still dizzy and he felt like he couldn't figure out the situation.

"..."

"..."

The brown-haired girl opposite was completely frozen in place, keeping her right hand flexing her fingers, as if her brain had shut down and she was completely unable to react.

She originally wanted to use this railgun as a start, and then have a good fight with the hedgehog on the opposite side, but what happened? Just like in those movies and animations, the most royal and passionate battle begins. The powerful protagonist has just unleashed an earth-shattering move...

Then……

A passer-by came in randomly and took advantage of the opportunity to enlarge the move to ask the protagonist for directions?

What are you doing! The hot-blooded drama of King Dao suddenly turned into a nonsensical comedy!

Because the well-prepared atmosphere was directly destroyed, the lines she had thought of were stuck in her throat, and the lightning gun she was planning to release could not be fired. At this moment, Misaka Mikoto was not feeling well. A feeling of being messy in the wind.

When he saw this scene out of the corner of his eye, Kamijou Touma felt that this scene was ridiculous and funny in his subconscious, and he even wanted to laugh out loud.

"Thank you for bothering you..."

The magician quickly got the answer he wanted, nodded politely to the Kamijou boy and the brown-haired girl, and then walked towards the other side of the bridge.

He walked straight past the stunned brown-haired girl...

Misaka Mikoto also turned around subconsciously, watching the man's figure gradually walking away, her head filled with questions. Is this some kind of foreign tourist?