A Scientific Urban Detective

“A celebration party… is it really okay for us to go?” Shirai Kuroko asked, voicing her doubts.

After spending the last few days together, she had already noticed Misaka-senpai's boisterous and uninhibited personality.

Normally, a celebration party like this should be a more private event. Before, Shirai Kuroko had heard Misaka Mikoto mention that the celebration party, originally planned for last weekend, was just going to be a small gathering with her, Lin Wuming, Shokuhou Misaki, and Tora-Bane Toumi.

Now, suddenly bringing people from outside that circle to participate, is that really appropriate? Moreover, she had heard that Misaka-senpai was pursuing Wuming-senpai. In this situation, she's bringing other girls to get close to Wuming-senpai… or is Misaka-senpai so confident that Hatsuharu Shiori and Saten Ruiko pose no threat?

“What's not appropriate?” Misaka Mikoto retorted. “Kuroko, you should come along too.”

…Okay, it seems Misaka-senpai hasn't noticed any of this at all…

Misaka Mikoto seemed to think of something and continued, “Don't worry, Shokuhou Misaki will be bringing her faction members along anyway, so there's no problem with me inviting you guys.”

“Huh? Is it such a large-scale party?” Shirai Kuroko asked in surprise.

“It wasn't originally,” Misaka Mikoto sighed. “But yesterday, Fūhō-san found out about it, and as a result, she planned a grand banquet—by the time we knew, it was impossible to refuse.”

The banquet's location was chosen to be in the Shokuhou Faction's "palace" located off-campus.

Because almost the entire Shokuhou Faction was mobilized—the young ladies are very enthusiastic about these kinds of activities. Fūhō Runko only mentioned it slightly, and she received a collective response and enthusiastic participation from the members—so it was impossible to refuse the Shokuhou Faction's collective participation.

It could even be said that if Misaka Mikoto hadn't invited a few people from her side, the weekend banquet would probably have turned into an internal team-building exercise for the Shokuhou Faction.

With things developing to this point, even Lin Wuming couldn't stop it.

Fortunately, with Shokuhou Misaki's restraint, those young ladies shouldn't be too difficult to deal with at that time…

It took Lin Wuming a week to gradually smooth out the ripple effects caused by his promotion to Level 5, allowing his life to return to its original rhythm.

By Saturday evening, all sorts of miscellaneous matters had been dealt with properly, and Lin Wuming finally let out a long breath, preparing to attend the banquet.

The banquet was handled by a professional hotel management team, saving Lin Wuming the trouble of cooking himself. He only needed to bring his mouth to eat.

Shokuhou Misaki, Misaka Mikoto, and Tora-Bane Toumi came to pick up Lin Wuming.

“Wuming-senpai, I'll tell you in advance,” Shokuhou Misaki reminded him, “because everyone's enthusiasm is so high, the level of this banquet has been raised to an unexpected level.”

“What she means is,” Misaka Mikoto followed up, explaining, “Wuming-senpai, just treat it as a social gathering or a high-end cocktail party—of course, there won't be any alcoholic beverages provided.”

“Actually, it's just those young ladies playing house,” Tora-Bane Toumi commented bluntly.

“Alright,” Lin Wuming shrugged. He wasn't too surprised by this development. “After all, it's not like it's a fiery pit. I'll just adapt to the situation when the time comes…”

“Wuming-senpai doesn't seem like he's going to a banquet at all,” Misaka Mikoto retorted.

“Just think of tonight as accompanying everyone to have fun,” Shokuhou Misaki said. “We can have a small celebration at home tomorrow.”

“Good idea, I agree!” Misaka Mikoto raised her hand in agreement.

“I have no objections either,” Tora-Bane Toumi nodded repeatedly.

Lin Wuming shrugged. Three against one, even if he refused, it wouldn't make a difference.

Seeing that Lin Wuming didn't object, the three girls let out small cheers.

Perhaps it was because his mindset had changed, but the current Lin Wuming didn't hate this kind of ordinary, mundane life.

Seeing these girls around him showing happy smiles also made Lin Wuming feel gratified.

Just at this moment, Tora-Bane Toumi, who was pushing the wheelchair forward, suddenly stopped, and the wheelchair came to an abrupt halt.

Lin Wuming's body lurched forward slightly due to inertia.

Only then did he notice—in the middle of the road ahead, there was a heroic figure standing with arms crossed.

“You've got to be kidding me, again?” Lin Wuming couldn't help but groan helplessly.

Level 5's "Move Bullet," Accelerator, stood grandly.

Seeing this familiar scene, Lin Wuming only felt helpless, but the three girls beside him were already furious.

As if triggered by a conditioned response, a thunderclap echoed on the ground, and electricity splattered.

Misaka Mikoto had already fired an electric spear as thick as a bucket.

“Whoa! Crap…” Before he could say his lines, Accelerator hurriedly raised his hand to block.

Under his unreasonable "Strong Fist," the electric spear was blasted apart in mid-air.

“Wait, wait, I'm not here to find 'Railgun'!” Accelerator shouted loudly.

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“Stop talking nonsense, watch me zap you to death!” Misaka Mikoto yelled, firing another electric spear.

“Wait… Strong Fist, ouch!” Accelerator suddenly punched himself in the nose, and blood gushed out immediately.

“I'm not here to fight, stop…”

Tangible lightning could still be dealt with using "Move Bullet," but the invisible and intangible "Mental Out" was really impossible to handle.

Even if he could endure it with "Guts," it would still require an adaptation process.

Accelerator was very worried that he would be killed by a "Railgun" during the adaptation process.

He wasn't arrogant enough to think that he could win against two Level 5s at the same time…

…No, if that were the case, he would be facing three Level 5s!

Seeing Accelerator's miserable appearance with his face covered in blood, the anger in the two girls' hearts finally subsided a little, and they no longer continued to attack.

“You said you're not here to fight,” Misaka Mikoto questioned him aggressively, pointing at him. “Then what are you doing blocking the road!”

“I'm here to challenge Lin Wuming to a duel. Because we didn't determine a victor last week,” Accelerator said.

Crackle!

Brilliant electric light exploded again: “Isn't this just coming to fight!”

“No, no, no, it's different.” Accelerator quickly said, “This is a formal duel. Look, this is the duel document issued by the school and the Ability Test Center—I'm acting on orders.”

“Huh? What is this ghostly document?” Shokuhou Misaki said speechlessly.

But after carefully checking the document, she discovered that the seal on it was genuine. Apart from the content of the document being ridiculous, the other parts were actually quite formal.

It said that because there were now two Level 5 super-powered individuals with the "Move Ability" system, in order to determine the final ranking of the two, Accelerator and Lin Wuming were required to conduct a "practical battle".