Mikoto Misaka was alone, with her hands on the guardrail, staring blankly at the lights on the street in the distance.

Blue and white sparks emanated from the girl's surroundings.

Words like lightning strikes may give the impression of terrible pain, but to her they are the most tender light. Even now, I can't forget the night I learned to use my abilities for the first time. Hiding under the quilt, I spent the whole night playing with that little spark. It looks like a star that is blinking. At that time, I was seriously looking forward to the fact that when I grew up and became stronger, I might be able to create a starry sky one day.

That's right, that's Mikoto Misaka before she grew up.

But Mikoto Misaka thought to herself, now she is no longer qualified to have such a dream.

“……”

Hold your hands tightly before opening them again.

Such a simple action made Mikoto Misaka squint her eyes slightly and smiled softly.

Everybody can do it, such an ordinary action.

However, there are people in the world who can't even do such actions.

“…… Muscular dystrophy ......"

Tiny lips, gently spitting out every word.

Muscular dystrophy. One of the incurable diseases of unknown cause is that the muscles gradually become immobile. The body is completely unable to move, and of course the muscles will gradually atrophy, so the muscles of the whole body will be lost bit by bit, and even the heart and lungs will lose their function in the end.

Of course, Mikoto Misaka is not a muscular dystrophy patient.

Among her relatives and friends, there are no muscular dystrophy patients.

But Mikoto Misaka can understand that such a life must be very painful.

I didn't do anything bad, but since I was born, I couldn't move my body according to my own will. Watching his body gradually weaken but unable to do anything, he couldn't even get out of bed after the last moment. Reaching out for help, no one will be able to pull you along. Such a life is really pitiful.

A researcher once asked Mikoto Misaka if she would like to help such a patient.

No one else can do it, but only your ability may be helpful for people with muscular dystrophy. The man in the white lab coat said this and reached out to shake Mikoto Misaka's hand.

Muscular dystrophy is a condition in which muscles are unable to move on their own volition.

The human mind uses electrical signals to give instructions to the muscles.

If you can get the amount of force that can manipulate the body's electrical current, you may be able to give instructions to the muscles in a way that is different from normal neural circuits.

For those who know that their bodies are gradually weakening but cannot do anything, and their spirits are gradually consumed by anxiety and fear, it may be possible to bring them a ray of light.

“……”

The young girl was convinced of these words.

She is convinced that as long as she unlocks the principle of force and energy that manipulates electric currents and successfully "transplants" it to others, she will be able to save countless muscular dystrophy patients.

That's it,Mikoto Misaka's DNA information,Officially registered in the school city library.。

But recently, it has been rumored in the school city that Mikoto Misaka's DNA is used to make replicant "sisters" for military use. Of course, this is not an uncommon rumor. Mai Koto is a special student of Tokiwadai Junior High School, a star school for superpower development, and is one of the eight level 5 superpowers in the school city. There are too many ridiculous rumors around her to count. So, of course, Mikoto Misaka didn't take this rumor seriously.

No, it would be correct to say that I don't want to take it seriously.

However, reality shatters the girl's wishes in a completely unexpected way.

“……！”

A degraded replica of "defective electricity", developed for military use, has already made its way to the production line. With the push of a button, you can create as many as you want.

And these created sisters don't even have the qualifications to be weapons, and they are born only to be killed. It's like a frog on a dissecting table.

"What ...... for?"

…… What would be the result? Mikoto Misaka said softly with trembling lips.

The reason is simple. It's all because the young Mikoto Misaka was careless and provided DNA information. No one knows now whether the man in the white lab coat lied to her from the beginning, or whether the originally sound research went sour.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who dreamed of helping others.

However, the girl's dream caused the fact that 20,000 people would be killed.

“……”

So, the girl wants to be able to stop this from happening anyway.

Even if you sacrifice your own life, you must stop this crazy "experiment".

The girl didn't think it was a handsome thing to risk her life. The girl did not want to lose her life. In fact, the girl was trembling, and her fingertips were losing their blood color and becoming cold. The scoop on the back of the head seemed to be surrounded by a large murmur, and there was no way to think calmly.

If I could, I would have screamed for help.

However, it is absolutely intolerable.

“…… Help me......"

Therefore, Mikoto Misaka's cry for help can only be shouted in a place where no one hears.

The sounds of fear, wounds, and scars can only fade away in the darkness.

"Help me......"

The shout, which will never be heard, can't help but vent from the girl's mouth.

"Click-click-"

Suddenly, the sound of metal clashing came from the darkness, so loud in the silence of the night.

Mikoto Misaka lifted her face.

It's on the iron bridge where the night is shrouded. There was not a single street lamp, only the light of the moon, which was as thin as a needle, reflected the space around the girl.

In the darkness, two fantastic golden flames appeared not far away, and approached little by little with the sound of heavy footsteps.

Eventually, the other party stopped not far in front of Mikoto Misaka.

The moonlight, which was not very bright, reflected the black and strange body of the other party, and the black tassels on his head swayed gently in the river breeze, like a lonely soul in the night.

The black knight with golden eyes,He who was already about to disappear in urban legends reappeared.,And it appeared in front of her.,In front of the third super electromagnetic cannon in the school city.。

Maybe he can save me, the girl thought to herself.

For a long time,The Golden Pupil Black Knight is the embodiment of a hero in the school city.,Countless people have been saved by him.,There are even folk entertainment organizations like the Golden Pupil Knights.。

His identity has always been a mystery, no one knows who he is, and some people even wonder if he is a human being, everyone only knows Lu Dao, he has a pair of sacred and noble golden eyes.

Mikoto Misaka has always had a guess in her heart, a guess about the black knight with golden eyes, and she has always believed in that guess, because no one is more familiar with the other party's golden eyes than her.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the golden-eyed black knight suddenly moved, he gently raised his hands, and slowly took off his helmet.

Long black hair cascaded down from his helmet like a waterfall and draped over his shoulders, and the perfect beauty appeared in front of Mikoto Misaka.

"Hehe, it's really you" Looking at the familiar face in front of her, Mikoto Misaka showed a smile on her face.

"I'm sorry I hid it from you for so long," Tatami said apologetically.

"You knew it from the beginning, right?" Mikoto Misaka asked softly, leaning on the railing.

"What?" For Mikoto Misaka's question, Tatami was a little unclear.

"The destruction of the treemap designer, and the fact that the institute is still growing." Mikoto Misaka looked up, and the crescent moon in the sky grinned, as if mocking her.

"Ah, I do know," after a moment's hesitation, Tatami decided to tell the truth.

"For what" Mikoto Misaka's hands clenched the railing, as if suppressing the emotions in her heart, "Why are you trying to trick me into giving hope to others and make them desperate, isn't it so much fun?!" ”

The joints were white from too much effort, just like her mood, pale and weak.

"I didn't expect you to continue investigating, I just wanted to fix it before you found out."

"That's my own business, did I tell you to interfere? Do you think you are a compassionate saint? You"

"So how do you solve it?" Tatami directly interrupted Mikoto Misaka's words, "Give up your life to let the researchers know that the results calculated by the treemap designers are not perfect, and then force them to abandon the research?" ”

"You" Mikoto Misaka didn't expect that Tatami in front of her would actually guess her thoughts.

One side passes to kill the Super Electromagnetic Cannon one hundred and twenty-eight times, and it can evolve to a level 6 absolute ability.

It is impossible to have one hundred and twenty-eight super electromagnetic guns.

So, use the deterioration replica of the Super Electromagnetic Cannon "Sisters" instead.

If you use "Sisters", you can get the same result after killing 20,000 times.

The "experiment" is based on the prediction results of the "treemap designer".

Even if the research institute is destroyed, the "experiment" will be inherited by other research institutes.

If "Experiment 1 is to be stopped, researchers must be convinced that the "experiment" will not produce any benefit.

In fact, according to the prediction of the 'Tree Diagram Designer', a battle between one side and the Super Electromagnetic Cannon, even if the Super Electromagnetic Cannon is completely defended, will die in the one hundred and eighty-fifth move.

But what if the outcome was decided earlier? What if the first move defeats the Super Electromagnetic Cannon, and then you can only crawl on the ground in embarrassment and flee for your life? Then the researcher must have been skeptical of the results of the tree designer, and perhaps then the children could be saved.

Mikoto Misaka is such a person, obviously she is the body of all clones, but she wants to let those who are clones live, and as a body, she dies in place of tens of thousands of sisters.

"I'm not a compassionate saint, if it weren't for my king, there might not be an existence called the Golden Pupil Black Knight in this world, but I'm a knight, and I'm also an ordinary person, I can't look directly at my friend dying helplessly in front of me, and I can't do anything, so I won't let you die so casually!"

PS: Go to relatives today.,There's no time to code words.,This chapter is a little big.,A lot of them are original.,Let's take a look at it first.,In addition, my brother is in the group.,Have you not found it all along?