After that, everything seemed to have changed.

Passage Of One Party had one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a bag full of canned coffee. He walked on the bustling sidewalk and brushed past an intimate couple.

"Kentaro, seriously …" The woman pinched her throat and acted coquettishly to the man who looked troubled.

In such an ordinary day, the cruel experiments that he had just experienced not long ago, the scenes that could be recalled as soon as he closed his eyes, the broken limbs, the unbridled turbid blood, the collapsed buildings, the gleaming weapons, and the screams that constantly rang in his ears, were like the faint bitterness that remained in his mouth after being washed by clear water. It was like a blurry dream that suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. It suddenly lost all sense of reality.

With a cold expression, Passage Of One Party calculated the formula of reflecting sound in his mind and reflected all the unnecessary noise.

The world finally quieted down.

The world without sound was as funny as a mime.

The intimate couple was still clinging to each other. However, without the interference of words, the hidden greed on the woman's face and the subtle impatience in the man's movements were magnified hundreds of times as if they were placed under an electron microscope.

The chattering mouth no longer made any disgusting noises, and Accelerator had no intention of wasting his energy to pay attention to this kind of hypocrisy that happened all the time and didn't give him the energy to do anything about it.

Anyway, as long as they didn't exceed the limit of tolerance, they would endlessly "tolerate" each other, "understand" each other, and make do with each other.

Because humans were this kind of thing.

He was not an exception.

Passage Of One Party exhaled slightly. Looking at the destination in front of him, he closed his eyes and recalled what happened after Ken Chōriki was destroyed.

Ormet asked someone to handle the adoption procedures with extremely high efficiency, which prevented him from being troubled by the staff of the orphanage. What he did before was like footprints in the snow, lightly overlooked and heavily buried. After the wind and snow, there was no trace left.

The punishment he received was that he couldn't go to an ordinary school before passing a professional psychological evaluation and had to receive special education arranged by the government. He was not even prohibited from going to crowded places.

The state turned a blind eye to his crimes and even made him an adopted son of the symbol of peace. Although Passage Of One Party was a little bored, his indifference to other people's thoughts made Passage Of One Party too lazy to cause trouble before others came looking for him. He was too lazy to guess the thoughts of those high and mighty officials.

Living in the home of the No.1 hero Ormet as an adopted son.

No matter what, it sounded like something that would make all the children who worshipped Ormet faint from excitement. For Passage Of One Party, it was just a change of sleeping place.

This wasn't some bragging that he didn't know how to cherish. It was the truth.

Accelerator took out a key, inserted it into the keyhole, and opened a wooden door that was no different from the other houses in this block.

He stepped into the empty living room and threw the full bag in his hand on the only piece of furniture in the house — the dining table.

Because Ormet was always on the move to deal with cases, this house, which only had the title of 'home,' had completely retained the basic layout when it was first handed over. There was not a trace of change, and the traces of life were pitifully few.

When Passage Of One Party saw this house for the first time, he even suspected that Ormet had bought this house temporarily to take him in.

Moreover, Ormet's body had not fully recovered. Since he had forced himself to participate in the operation last time, his originally unstable physical condition had worsened rapidly. In the past few weeks, he had been repeatedly staying in the hospital for recuperation, adjusting his body to the best state, and undergoing the process of surgery.

Therefore, even though this was Ormet's home in name, in fact, after Passage Of One Party moved in, the number of times he personally appeared here was zero.

Passage Of One Party took out a can of coffee from the rustling bag. His finger hooked the tab, and with a little force, he opened the can of coffee.

I'm just returning to my long-lost life of living alone. Why do I feel so uncomfortable?

Passage Of One Party thought irritably and confusedly as he poured the bitter cold liquid into his mouth.

Passage Of One Party threw the empty can of coffee into the trash can, opened the door, and threw himself on the bed. The tip of his nose was surrounded by the unique obscure smell of dust that lingered even after cleaning.

He slowly closed his eyes, not because he felt sleepy, but because he didn't know what to do now.

The sun was setting in the west, and the warm light shone through the gaps of the curtains onto the white-haired child's innocent sleeping face that only appeared in his dreams.

…

In the dead silence of the darkness.

A ball of warm white light wrapped around a petite figure.

As the light gradually dimmed, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

A girl with tawny hair and tawny eyes was wearing a blue polka dot dress and a loose white shirt. She had a big smile on her face and her eyes were bright. When she saw him, she hurriedly ran up to him and kept talking to him.

Xiaogui, what are you talking about?

I can't hear you.

Passage Of One Party wanted to open his mouth and ask The Last Work to speak louder, but he found that he was bound in a body and couldn't move.

His hands, feet, and even the muscles on his face seemed to be paralyzed and couldn't be controlled.

"…"

She seemed to have mentioned something that made her unhappy, and the tea-haired girl's mood was visibly low.

Seeing the tea-haired girl's mood getting lower and lower, Passage Of One Party's anxiety burned more and more like a fire in the autumn field.

That's right, the sound reflection that was turned on earlier hasn't been turned off.

At the same time he realized this, The Last Work had regained her spirit, and her clear voice suddenly sounded.

"… Passage Of One Party, you must be happy.

Misaka Misaka bless Passage Of One Party. "

The tea-haired girl smiled and waved at him, and the loose sleeves of her shirt slipped down, revealing her white and slender arms.

Wait, The Last Work.

The girl's figure gradually became transparent until it disappeared.

…

！

Passage Of One Party suddenly woke up, his chest rose and fell, and his breathing was rapid. He looked around at the dim light around him, and suddenly realized that the scene just now was just a dream.

No, no.

That wasn't a dream.

Passage Of One Party denied his own thoughts in the next second.

Passage Of One Party put his forearm on his forehead and calmed his breathing. He recalled the clear dream just now. Because he had a brain that was far superior to that of ordinary people, his memory was also extraordinary. He easily remembered the shape of The Last Work's lips in the dream.

Passage Of One Party recalled over and over again until every silent word was engraved in his mind. He got up from the bed, picked up his wallet, and hurried out to find an Internet cafe.

Because regular Internet cafes didn't accept underage customers, Passage Of One Party randomly found a remote Internet cafe, searched for information about lip reading, and translated The Last Work's words word by word.

[Wow, it's the healthy and alive Passage Of One Party.

Misaka Misaka hurriedly ran in front of Passage Of One Party and carefully checked the condition of Passage Of One Party's body.]

[Hmph, it's all thanks to Misaka that you can talk to me like this.

Misaka Misaka puffed out her chest, trying to claim credit.]

[This time, it's not you who protected me, it's me who protected you.

Misaka Misaka said proudly as she patted her chest.]

[But, as a price, Misaka will never see you again.

Misaka Misaka said this dejectedly.]

[Right, Passage Of One Party definitely doesn't know what happened, so I'll let Misaka tell you.

Misaka Misaka had a flash of inspiration.]

[When Misaka woke up, Passage Of One Party was already dead. Dangma, OtherQuan Chuan, and Fangchuan all prepared a funeral for Passage Of One Party.

After the funeral, the sad Misaka walked into a strange shop on her way home. Misaka said that she wanted to revive Passage Of One Party, but the shop owner bargained with Misaka, saying that Passage Of One Party couldn't be revived in this world. So, the smart Misaka suggested to revive Passage Of One Party in a world where he could obtain happiness. Then, the shop owner was intimidated by Misaka's powerful aura, and had no choice but to agree to Misaka's request.

Misaka Misaka gave a clear explanation.]

[Ah, it's almost time.

Misaka Misaka noticed that she needs to end this quickly.]

[Finally …]

Passage Of One Party stared blankly at the translated words on the computer.

But … it was just a stinky Xiaogui.

She even tried to save a scumbag like him. How could she casually trust someone else when it came to matters like reviving someone? Even now, that Xiaogui still didn't understand how many people were trying to use her?

Ha, what kind of shop was she talking about? What kind of shop would give things to customers for free?

What price did she pay?

Just to revive a scumbag like him … Just to revive a scumbag like him, does that Xiaogui know what she did!?

He clenched his teeth and made a squeaking sound.

Anger accumulated in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it. For the first time, Passage Of One Party felt powerless.

He turned off the computer, paid the bill, and walked out of the Internet cafe.

Passage Of One Party walked down a dimly lit, secluded alley with his head down.

There seemed to be something lurking in the shadows, whispering and ready to make a move.

Malicious gazes gathered on the white-haired child who seemed to have mistakenly entered a pack of wolves.

"What a coincidence," Passage Of One Party said calmly, "I'm in a bad mood right now."

His blood jade-like eyes flashed with a cold light.

No one cared, and there were even faint sounds of laughter.

A maniacal smile appeared on his face. "Bastards, are you ready?"

There was the rough sound of cold weapons rubbing against each other.