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"Are you trying to die? You must be, right?" Mugino Shizuri gritted her teeth and said.

Takashi Higashi chuckled, "I have no desire to die at all. Oh, by the way, is the Railgun you fought with okay?"

Mugino was so angry that Takashi had already deduced that Misaka Mikoto had escaped from her grasp. Otherwise, why would Mugino be so furious?

"Are you and that little brat on the same side? Hahaha, she's already dead, chopped into pieces by me, not even a trace left! Go on, come over and collect her corpse, oh wait, there's nothing left to collect. Hahaha..."

Mugino laughed maniacally, her voice twisted.

"Oh, hearing you say that, I'm completely relieved now." Takashi felt entirely at ease. "You failed, didn't you?"

Chapter 08: Successfully Courting Death, Drawing Maximum Hatred

Kinuhata Saiai was shocked. Did Mugino Shizuri really fail??

But considering the opponent was the third-ranked Railgun, it was understandable. No wonder Mugino was so furious.

Mugino had always been unhappy about being ranked fourth. Encountering the third-ranked Mikoto, she naturally wanted to defeat her to prove she deserved the third rank.

But since Mikoto escaped from her hands, it meant Mugino's ambush had failed. How could she not be angry!!

"Mugino, calm down! Failure is the mother of success. You failed this time, but next time you'll fail again. Isn't that great? You get a bunch of 'motherly failures,' and those orphans out there don't even have one. How sad. But you're way ahead with so many 'motherly failures.' Doesn't that make you a little excited?"

Knowing Mikoto was safe, Takashi didn't mind teasing this crazy woman a bit more. How dare she attack his Mikoto? He'd make her angry to death.

"Oh, and I heard from a certain short-skirted loli that you've got a stash of naughty lingerie under your bed. Not sure who you're planning to wear it for, but even though you're not that good-looking and have a severe temper, I guess I can make the sacrifice. Wear it for me sometime, and I promise I won't laugh."

Kinuhata Saiai started sweating bullets and exclaimed, "Mugino, I never told him about the stash! Don't believe him!"

How did this pervert know about Mugino's hobby? Mugino would definitely think she told him. Damn it!

The phone was silent. Mugino didn't respond.

Takashi was puzzled. Did he actually make her die of anger? Was she really that fragile?

As the saying goes, if you don't explode in silence, you'll perish in it. Clearly, Mugino Shizuri wasn't going to perish.

After about ten seconds, a volcanic eruption of a shout came through: "Damn it! Damn it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Takashi held the phone a bit farther away; his eardrums were nearly shattered. This woman's voice was deafening, like the roar of a lioness!

"Okay, okay, no need to repeat it three times," Takashi said happily.

The angrier Mugino got, the happier Takashi was. Maybe that's just the masochistic nature of men.

Bang...

A loud explosion echoed, followed by silence.

Takashi stared at the phone, momentarily stunned. "Did she just smash her phone? Really? I still had more lines to say. What a waste."

Kinuhata Saiai twitched her lips. If you kept talking, Mugino might explode from rage.

Takashi memorized Mugino's phone number. Whenever he felt bored or unhappy, he could call this woman. It would surely cheer him up. Haha.

Nishinoshima Arifumi walked over, looking at Takashi, and asked, "What do you plan to do now?"

Takashi was more concerned about the emotional data transmission for the Sisters. "Have you completed your task?"

Nishinoshima shook her head slightly, "We can only hope for a miracle."

The emotional data had been transmitted, but could it actually enable the Sisters to develop genuine emotions? She wasn't sure.

Takashi understood. After all, turning a blank sheet of paper into a colorful landscape painting takes time and precision.

But Takashi firmly believed that all the Sisters would eventually become truly independent individuals. They definitely would.

"As for the Sisters, it's not something that can be easily resolved. Nishinoshima, if you have any information, contact me immediately. Here's my card." Takashi stood up and handed Nishinoshima a business card.

Nishinoshima looked at the card: Takashi Higashi, Japanese Language Teacher at XX High School, District 7. Mobile: XXXXXXX.

"I will. Goodbye." Nishinoshima walked out expressionlessly; her task here was done.

Only Takashi and Kinuhata Saiai were left. Oh, and two unconscious delinquents, but they could be ignored.

"Short-skirted loli, it's just the two of us now, hehehe." Takashi grinned mischievously.

Kinuhata Saiai shrank back, fear in her eyes. "Wh-What are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do? You really don't know? When dealing with enemies, you have to rape them, kill them, then rape them again, kill them again, then rape them after killing them, and kill them after raping them."

Kinuhata Saiai turned pale. This was beyond terrifying.

"Tsk, boring. You got scared so easily? I'm leaving."

Kinuhata Saiai was stunned, "You're... leaving?"

"What else? Are you reluctant to let me go? Want to come home with me and wash my feet?"

"Wash your feet?! Go to hell, you super pervert!" Kinuhata Saiai shouted.

"Hahaha..."

Amid a flash of white light, Takashi laughed and disappeared. He had to find Mikoto. Although she escaped, she was likely injured after fighting Mugino Shizuri.

"My phone!! Super pervert, give me back my phone!" Kinuhata Saiai shouted.

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Chapter 09: Main Quest—Let Mikoto Experience Fatherly Love as Strong as a Mountain

In front of the Mizutsui Pathology Research Institute.

A flash of white light, and Takashi appeared.

He quickly entered the Mizutsui Pathology Research Institute. It was empty, with debris everywhere, walls riddled with holes, like a wasteland.

Judging by the scene, there had been intense fighting here.

There were no sounds of explosions anymore, meaning the battle had ended.

Takashi ran out of the institute and onto the main road ahead. If Mikoto was leaving, she'd definitely take this route.

In the dim light, a girl staggered along, her short, shoulder-length brown hair tied in a messy ponytail.

She wore a short-sleeved shirt with a heart design on the front, light blue shorts, and white sneakers, all tattered now.

Her boyish yet beautiful face bore a few scratches. From every angle, she was the perfect girl, if not for the injuries.