Clip exposure, the savior Kamijou Touma

"Ha... Could it be that you just made up an answer because you couldn't figure out the reason?"

"Shut up, Polnareff! Mr. Joestar is not as bad as you think!"

There were two voices, one questioning and the other scolding.

It was Abdel who covered Polnareff's mouth when he wanted to continue talking casually.

The friendship cultivated over a long period of time is not a boast.

From Abdel's perspective.

"Mr. Joestar's eyes didn't show any sign of evasion. I guess he knows what's going on, right?"

As Abdel spoke, he continued to look at the people evacuating in the picture.

He remembered what Joseph had said.

This battle-hardened real estate tycoon with prosthetic limbs had obviously lived through the fierce war, and the parts of his story narrated by him were nothing short of miraculous.

"I've heard that there are many people who are born with a lot of hardships, but at the critical moment they will have a burst of luck and turn danger into safety."

"It's a little inappropriate to speak so freely without the honor of being called the protagonist, but, Mr. Joestar—"

Abdel raised a finger and shook it as if giving the middle finger, then spoke in a deep voice about his views on the concept of "protagonist".

"People with 8% effort and faith can train themselves with 1% talent. In the most critical moments, they can often encounter the % luck. Only such people can be truly called the protagonists!"

As they spoke, the topic became somewhat elevated.

Indeed, this is the only way to analyze Touma's current situation.

"But...this is too weird." Bobo scratched the back of his head and still felt weird.

But suddenly, I felt my shoulders sink.

Turning back, I saw a man wearing a hat named Jotaro Kujo said in a deep voice: "But, Polnareff, this matter is actually irrelevant... That's enough. After all, the only part of your extended topic that is interesting is the one about the 'protagonist'... But, stop talking nonsense."

As he spoke, he remained silent and pressed down the brim of his hat.

The finger points to the screen, and sees what Touma and his group are encountering.

"The show is about to begin!"

This statement came out.

Polnareff stared at the video in a daze.

After a while, he opened his eyes wide in surprise and vigilance.

Similarly, in the world of heavens.

All the audience who witnessed the editing and playing of that scene were also suddenly surprised.

Within the screen——

...

Eyeballs are something that everyone has.

It is the window to the soul.

It is also an important tool for conveying colors to the brain center.

It is indispensable.

No one wants to lose.

In some worlds, there are even eyeballs with extraordinary powers.

Kamijou Touma had often seen this in animation books.

but..

It's one thing to watch anime or hear anecdotes from others.

Seeing the reality is another matter.

He never thought that one day...

You will witness such horrifying things on the iron wall of the escape passage.

What did you see?

"Eyes...eyes!? They're growing on something that looks like mud..."

He could hardly believe his eyes.

The scene is reflected in the depths of the pupils.

The thing that is moving is obviously an eyeball!!

Even if it is clear, it might be a strange method.

The boy inevitably suffocated where he was.

No time to think.

The surface of the mud vibrated slightly like waves, making a sound.

The operator of the eyeball seems to be paying attention to this.

"Haha...hahaha...hahahaha. Index of Forbidden Books, Imagine Breaker, Key to the Imaginary Number District. Which one should I choose? Can I choose any of them? Haha, it's really annoying. Having too many choices is really a headache."

"——Whatever, just kill them all."

The woman's voice is very seductive.

This casual and cruel remark also explained her intention.

Not me or Index..

This guy is planning on 'anyone can do it'!

but--

What on earth is this?

"Index?" The boy moved his eyes away reflexively.

Index, who was sitting next to him, nodded quietly.

As a master of magic library, she is well-read and there is no way she could not understand this situation.

"The interpretation style of the Kabbalah ritual, which is a virtual image of a human being created from clay, is very similar to our British Puritanism. Especially the fact that the stone giant, the guardian of the Jews, was replaced by the guardian angel of Britain."

"It is said that God created humans from clay. The Stone Giant is the end of this theory. This magician must have created a clay doll for searching and monitoring that places special emphasis on the eyeball. Originally, only one Stone Giant could be created, but if it only has the eyeball, the cost of each one would be greatly reduced, so many could be created."

A difficult and awkward magic sentence.

...

"In other words, this thing is a puppet toy." In the RE0 world, the Witch of Greed seemed to be very pleased with Index's way of explanation.

The witch in the pure white mourning dress hummed, pursed her lips and revealed a creepy smile: "Ah... it's really interesting, not only this magic... to be honest, it's a bit regrettable - at least from now on, this girl named Index seems to be more attractive to me than all the ones who have appeared so far, including Natsuki Subaru~"

same.

In some magical worlds that can understand such old classical words.

There are also many viewers who roughly understand these words.

"To put it simply, it's control magic. These eyeballs are familiars or summoned surveillance objects... It's really bad. If there really were such things in our world... wouldn't there be people spying everywhere every day?" In Noragami's world, Yato was also troubled and frowned, ignoring Yukine's speechless eyes and saying shameful words.

"Simply controlling a puppet, this kind of thing is not considered a new move no matter where you put it."

At this moment in the world of Chainsaw Man, Makima with golden eyes stroked her rose-red hair and smiled proudly: "But, I think that people who dare to invade the territory dominated by others should not be so simple and superficial."

...

The picture continued to play.

Touma also realized it.

The essence of this magic.

[If it’s magic, then it obviously can’t be the work of a person with special abilities, which means—]

"You are a terrorist!"

The words of the discipline committee member who just ran by are still fresh in my mind.

Touma spoke the truth he knew without hesitation.

But he didn't know one thing.

The more obvious the situation is, the more we should not reveal the truth.

The next moment, he understood this truth personally.

The woman's loud laughter echoed in this refuge street.

"Terrorists? Terrorists! Haha, so-called terrorists, are they people who do this kind of thing?"

In an instant.

The earth shook the streets.

A violent tremor, like being hit directly by a cannonball, struck the underground street again. The center of the attack seemed far away, but the impact spread throughout the underground in an instant.

Countless dust fell from the ceiling.

After the fluorescent lights flashed twice, all the lights disappeared at the same time. A few seconds later, the red light of the emergency lights came on, dimly illuminating the surrounding outlines.

The crowd that was originally heading for the exit slowly, as if they were participating in an evacuation drill, suddenly fell into chaos. Footsteps like a herd of mad cows swept over.

Then, a low, dull sound was heard.

The guards lowered the partition wall earlier than scheduled.

I don't know if it was to prevent the underground street from flooding in the event of a flood, or to use the underground street as an air-raid shelter, but the partition walls were unusually thick. These steel gates dropped from the ceiling and slowly closed the exit. The second half of the fleeing crowd was abruptly cut off, and the partition walls just touched the floor. The students who were almost crushed to death and the students who didn't have time to escape fell into a frenzy, desperately hitting the thick steel walls. Some people rushed to the guards who set up checkpoints at the entrances and exits.

Locked up.

The crowd was crowded together at the narrow exit, forming a human wall, and Kamijou and his companions were unable to approach the exit. If this situation was expected by the enemy, it showed that the enemy had already grasped the location of Kamijou and his companions, the structure of the building, and the movement of the crowd.

[This bastard! ! ]

Curses mixed with the screams that spread throughout the secret room, and even more violent shaking and tremors followed!

The situation is becoming increasingly critical.

Fortunately at this moment..

"What are you doing? Why are you being tackled by a girl in a place like this?"

Suddenly, a voice full of angry doubts was raised.

It sounded like the voice of a sallow-faced woman who came to catch a middle-aged man dancing ballroom dancing at a cocktail party and demanded an explanation.

This also angered Index.

The two questioned each other for a few sentences and then turned their attention.

"Touma! What on earth did you do when I couldn't see you?!"

Internal strife and jealousy.

...

“To be honest, this is the one who is most often envied among all the male protagonists who have been included in the editing so far... Kamijou Touma is really not bad..."

As he said this, Inui Sadaharu quickly wrote something on his notepad.

And beside.

Momoshiro, Echizen Ryoma and Kikumaru Eiji all gathered together and whispered.

"Hey..what the hell is this guy memorizing?"

"Shh...keep your voice down! Don't let him hear you!"

...

Peach Blossom Evil is really a poison.

If there is no strategy to resolve the situation, you will be doomed.

Just like Makoto Ito, who is brainless and doesn't understand the art of checks and balances.