A Scientific Urban Detective

The magical scene shift appeared again, and with another "coordinate shift," Lin Wuming had arrived outside the building.

However, this time Lin Wuming didn't stare at Musujime Awaki anymore. He waved his hand, intending to say goodbye and leave.

"Magic," the usually taciturn Musujime Awaki suddenly said, "Were you discussing magic just now?"

"Only mentioned it briefly at the end," Lin Wuming replied.

"You don't seem surprised at all?" Musujime Awaki felt concerned. "Did you really know about magic all along?"

"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic," Lin Wuming shrugged. "Not to mention the superpowers we possess, which are already very unscientific."

Hearing this, Musujime Awaki immediately looked deflated and explained speechlessly, "Superpowers and magic are not the same thing! You know, each esper can only have one ability, while magic is more free and varied…"

Halfway through her sentence, Musujime Awaki suddenly widened her eyes.

Lin Wuming extended his right hand, rotating his fingers, and a wisp of flame, a streak of electricity, a grain of ice crystal, a miniature cyclone, and a puff of fine sand ignited on each fingertip…

Lin Wuming suddenly clenched his fist, annihilating all these elements into nothingness.

"Heh, magic…"

Shaking his head, as if mocking something, Lin Wuming slowly drove his wheelchair away.

"…Magic…" Musujime Awaki stood there in a daze, her heart stirred up and unable to calm down for a long time.

As a "guide," Musujime Awaki had directly contacted magicians—real magicians from the Roman Catholic Church.

Therefore, she knew very well what "magicians" and "magic" were all about.

Musujime Awaki knew very well in her heart that what Lin Wuming had just performed was definitely not the "magic" she understood; but besides "magic," there seemed to be nothing else to explain it.

—Thinking about it carefully, out of "professional ethics" and the principle of self-preservation, she hadn't really delved into understanding the power of "magic."

Perhaps…

Musujime Awaki had a world-shattering feeling: "That really is magic?"

—Right at the foot of the building, Aleister shouldn't be able to miss it, right?

The already distant Lin Wuming thought silently in his heart.

—See, I do know about the existence of "magic." So, in the future, when facing magicians, it won't be strange if I appear calm and composed.

With the arrival of "next year," Lin Wuming must also prepare for the crazy influx of magic-side incidents.

Giving Chairman Aleister a heads-up in this way should be fine.

"Next…" Lin Wuming carefully sorted out the original plot, taking a deep breath, "I still need to continue cultivating."

…

"By the way, could it be that Onee-sama is also lost? Misaka Misaka points out that we've passed the same intersection three times," Last Order finally couldn't help but tug at Misaka Mikoto.

"Don't worry, I won't get lost. I'm not like Wuming-senpai…" Misaka Mikoto said, "Family Side is in that direction, isn't it? I've already memorized the route there."

Misaka Mikoto pointed to an apartment building not far away.

"…Since you know the correct route, why are we walking in circles here! Misaka Misaka retorts."

Misaka Mikoto tilted her head: "Because we're chatting, aren't we? The atmosphere feels just right, so I walked a little more. Besides, Wuming-senpai isn't home yet, so even if we visit, there's no reason for us to stay, right?"

"Why are we visiting? Misaka lives upstairs from Wuming-niichan! Onee-sama is escorting him home, right? You've completely misunderstood the purpose! Misaka Misaka corrects Onee-sama's deviated understanding."

Last Order babbled endlessly: "Also, what do you mean by chatting? It's just Onee-sama unilaterally interrogating, right? Interrogating about Wuming-niichan's and Misaka's alone time today! Misaka Misaka waaa…"

"Alright, alright! I'll take you little one home right now!" Misaka Mikoto pinched Last Order's cheeks with both hands, stopping her from continuing.

Misaka Mikoto suddenly realized that she could stay at Last Order's house for a while and visit after Lin Wuming returned home!

There was really no need to take this little one here and wander around like this!

Breaking free from Onee-sama's clutches, Last Order quickly ran a few steps away, rubbing her cheeks while shouting: "Since Onee-sama cares so much about Wuming-niichan, just tell him directly! There's no way out if you're always hesitant here! Misaka Misaka gives advice from the collective!"

"Huh? Care? Who cares? Care about who? What care!" The Railgun girl crackled with electricity, "Also, what's with 'advice from the collective'?"

"Misaka is the highest commander of the Misaka Network! Misaka Misaka proudly introduces herself."

Therefore, what Last Order saw and heard at this time was equivalent to what 20,000 Misaka sisters also saw and heard.

"D-Don't do a live broadcast at a time like this!"

"Because 'chatting' with Onee-sama is really too boring! That's why I'm sharing it with everyone! Misaka Misaka in turn accuses Onee-sama,"

Unlike the 20,000 "mass-produced" Misaka sisters, Last Order retained her original personality, so she wasn't stiff at all. Apart from her speech style still being influenced by the Misaka sisters, the other parts were no different from ordinary girls.

In fact, she could even be said to be overly lively.

Facing her Onee-sama, Last Order also argued without showing any weakness.

A big and a small Misaka staged a sisterly quarrel on the street. Because they were both Railguns, they were like cats fighting each other, arguing and baring their teeth and claws, releasing electricity as a demonstration to intimidate each other.

For a time, the surrounding pedestrians distanced themselves even further from them, preventing accidental injuries.

Crackling, Bzzzt…

At first glance, the sound and light effects were amazing.

But in reality, Misaka Mikoto was just playing with a child. Of course, she didn't use her real strength.

The released electric arcs were also painless to Last Order, who was also a Railgun.

Rather than attacking, it was more like "charging" Last Order.

But in the eyes of unsuspecting passersby, it seemed very terrifying.

—Academy City's strongest Railgun attacks an elementary school girl on the street!

"Stop it! Don't electrocute people like that!"

Sure enough, someone misunderstood magnificently.

A spiky-haired boy rushed over without hesitation, ignoring the dense electric arcs and standing in front of Last Order.