Clip exposure, the savior Kamijou Touma

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All in all, this farce ended in a particularly [ordinary] situation.

As this scene falls, the video gradually fades out;

Then, several lines of beautiful, shining handwriting appeared..

[The boy named Kamijou Touma once again had a rare moment of rest. In this endless long battle, he got a chance to replenish his rest time.]

[However——this short break did not last long]

[It is not enough to simply defeat the traitor, Berthold.]

[The leader of this crisis... the crisis called Gremlin... is far from being completely over. ]

[What exactly is Orelus's desire, what exactly is the Demon God's long-cherished wish, and what kind of scene will Gremlin's group end with?]

[All of this is still unknown]

【The only thing we know is...】

[One day, a young man named Tsuchimikado visits again, and the crisis repeats itself...]

Then, the words gradually faded again, and finally fell silent...a new picture expanded and appeared again.

"Oh my, it's me again, A-Shang! Looks like this mission is going to be extra easy!"

This sentence was the flattered cry of Tsuchimikado Motoharu who was named to appear when the spoiler screen appeared;

As a close friend of Kamijou Touma, he was naturally happy to appear in this scene and fight together with his good brother.

Although he would occasionally cause trouble on purpose, like playing a random prank, but generally speaking, he would try to have as much fun as possible!

I guess my good friend Kamijou Touma thinks the same way, right?

"I miss you so much! I don't think so at all!"

This possibility was ruthlessly rejected.

Because Kamijou Touma simply couldn't believe that Tsuchimikado wouldn't cause trouble.

"In my mind, your ability to stir up trouble is simply No. 1, even more exaggerated than Accelerator and Stiyl!!"

Why did one sentence cause public outrage?

I am afraid--

This is the scene in front of us.

In stark contrast to Tsuchimikado who gloated over the criticism, the inexperienced and bad-tempered fire mage Bengbuzumi began to burn.

"Huh? How can a layman like you say something so incomprehensible? Can you tell me how I can be a professional troublemaker?"

"What? You just like..."

"Damn it, haha...it seems that there is really no way to improve our relationship. So let's show it, Witch Hunting King!"

"Hey, hey, hey, stop messing around. My house burned down and you have to pay for it!!"

"Stop talking!!"

...

Never mind what’s happening outside the editing screen.

Anyway, Touma in the clip really met a death-chasing ghost.

While on the surface, Kamijou Touma suddenly encountered all kinds of inexplicable things, and when he woke up... he found that everything was completely different.

When he opened his eyes, Kamijou Touma couldn't figure out whether he was really awake or asleep.

His consciousness was not blurred and his mind was very clear.

The reason was that it was dark all around.

(…What is this…? Where is this…?)

Kamijou tried to grope his way around in the pitch black darkness. It was narrow, very narrow. He couldn't even stretch his hands halfway before hitting the hard wall, and he could only half-bend his legs. There was something smooth like resin blocking his way.

Even he, who usually sleeps in the bathtub for some reason, feels that this space is extremely "narrow".

In an instant, absurd guesses such as "I was stuffed into a refrigerator" and "I was buried alive in the ground" flashed through the boy's mind.

Just then I

Buzz, buzz, buzz! A sound like the flapping of an enlarged insect's wings rang out in the narrow space. At the same time, a point of light lit up in the darkness. It was not the strong light of a fluorescent lamp that could evenly illuminate the entire space. It felt only slightly stronger than the "little light emerging from the darkness" of fireflies and fairy wands.

Even this kind of light is still dazzling at first.

Soon, Kamijou discovered that the outline of the light was a rectangle the size of a business card, and only then did he realize what the thing was.

"cell phone……?"

It was a slightly older model of mobile phone, and Kamijou's unkempt lifestyle made it look tattered. The phone should have been closed, but it seemed to have been opened when it was placed on the ground (?).

It looked like someone called him.

"..."

But before answering the phone, Kamijou chose to turn his attention to the narrow space illuminated by the dim light. Unlike the darkness just now, he could vaguely see the outline of the surroundings. Usually, getting more information would make people feel at ease, but now it was just the opposite. It was very narrow here, narrower than he had originally imagined, maybe as narrow as a washing machine. It was more like a box than a room. The ceiling was so close to the tip of his nose (?) that he almost felt suffocated.

Kamijou finally grabbed his cell phone.

He had an idea of the name displayed on the screen.

"Tsuchimikado?"

"There's no time. I'll keep it short, Ah Shang."

This person is Kamijou's neighbor in the student dormitory and high school classmate, Tsuchimikado Motoharu.

But at the same time, he is also a multi-spy who collects intelligence from both the science and magic camps. The bass in the phone is smooth and heavy. Speaking in this voice means that Tsuchimikado is speaking in a hidden identity.

"There's a new magician who has infiltrated Academy City. If we don't deal with him before he takes action, it will cause serious damage to the city."

"A magician...?"

Kamijou frowned.

"So, the 'troublemaker' has sneaked into Academy City again?"

There was such a commotion not long ago.

In order to compete for a woman named Froland Chloiduni, a conflict broke out in Academy City between the Nordic-based magic group "Troublemakers" and the opposing Orelus forces.

If Kamijou and his men hadn't been guiding them from behind, the two sides would have fought at random in various places in the city, reducing most of the city to rubble. Would such a commotion happen again?

The results do not seem to be the case.

The main perpetrators of the problem are the magicians of the Tantric system, and the troublemakers should not be part of the same faction.

In fact, according to Tsuchimikado Motoharu's description, these guys are terribly weak, and the reason why they need everyone to work together to deal with them is because they have some small props in their hands that are particularly worth paying attention to and worrying about...

"The enemy's name is Meisaki Yuya. As I said before, he is a magician of the Tantric system... But to be honest, this guy is just a small character, or should I say very weak. If it were the current A-shang, he could handle it alone."

"The problem is the spiritual outfit."

Tsuchimikado said in a heavy tone:

"'Myouou no Tan' - the special gomatan that guy uses... Have you heard of the gomatan?"

"Please explain."

"It's a small prop used by the Tantrics for spiritual practice. They use it to burn something called a Homa wood, and use the fire and smoke to drive away distracting thoughts. Homa altars come in many sizes, from small ones that are about the size of a candle that can be held up with your fingers to large ones that are no different from campfires."

“However, there is also the ‘inner goma’ who imagines a goma altar in his mind,” Tsuchimikado added in a low voice.

Kamijou twisted his neck and felt a strange pain in his waist. He didn’t know how long this situation lasted, but the awkward posture had begun to make his joints wail.

"How big is this one?"

"It can be folded like an outdoor table, making it easy to carry. The thing itself is small enough to fit into an aluminum suitcase."

Kamijou tried to twist his body in the narrow space, and immediately an uncomfortable "pa pa ji" sound was heard all over his body.

"Normally, a gomatan is a spiritual device that interferes with the user's mind. It is mainly used to drive away distracting thoughts and concentrate the mind. It is not dangerous. However, the 'Myo-oh Altar' uses this function in reverse."

"?"

"In other words, that thing is not for internal use but for external use. It is a special altar built for the purpose of interfering with 'others' other than the user. To put it simply, once it is used, it can absorb all the knowledge and technology of everyone within a five-kilometer radius... What would happen if it was used in an important area of this Academy City?"

"Can steal technical information related to superpowers..."

"More importantly, the 'Altar of the King of Light' will forcibly excavate people's knowledge and technology. If we explain it from a scientific point of view, it is equivalent to destroying synapses and autonomic nerves. The victim will not be able to walk with his feet, and even breathing and heartbeat will be completely destroyed."

This is totally unfunny.

The entire Academy City is almost a densely populated area. Once this spiritual equipment that can annihilate all humans within a five-kilometer radius is activated, how many people will be sacrificed...

"What's the time limit?"

"The worst case scenario is within two hours, and even if we are relaxed, it will probably be less than three hours."

Two hours. One hundred and twenty minutes.

It was too short. Even though the location was in a walled city, Kamijou still didn't think he could "accidentally" stumble upon his target by just looking around with his eyes closed.

The place we are heading to this time is a school where many young ladies gather.

Although I don't know why Tsuchimikado would miss the opportunity to go to such a place.

But Kamijou Touma, who was not as perverted as his two good brothers, felt that going to such a place was a mental burden.

What's worse is... as we went deeper into it, Tsuchimikado suddenly let out a strange cry and said that he had other things to do.

and--

As he shouted, the call was suddenly interrupted.

There was not even time to frown.

It happened extremely suddenly.

A strange "crackling" sound was heard, and orange sparks followed, looking like the burning process of a fuse was fast-forwarded. The box seemed to be decomposed by gunpowder, and Kamijou Touma's face appeared from the box that was split in half, like a person born from a peach. In the space in front of him, there were many long and narrow cabinets lined up side by side.

There is a backless bench in the space in front of me.

The space before my eyes was filled with a sweet fragrance.

In the space before my eyes, the girls were chatting in their underwear as a matter of course.

In the space before my eyes, the girls in lingerie were playing with each other while holding giant curling irons as long as bamboo swords, which seemed to be used by rich ladies to curl their hair vertically.

Keep it simple.

This looked like the girls' locker room at some school.

Kamijou stared in astonishment, under the gazes of about twenty people.

Both sides were speechless.

After a few seconds, Kamijou finally realized that he had been stuffed into a box on a cart. The situation was similar to a variety show featuring comedians who were being pranked, except there were no TV cameras.

Who did this good deed?

Of course it's that bastard Meow Meow Onmyoji wearing a flowered shirt and sunglasses!

But Kamijou didn’t have time to explain.

Worst of all, he was still holding his phone.

That's right, a sophisticated machine with a camera that could easily be misunderstood.

Then screams broke out.

That's not a cute sound like "Huh?"

...

Watching the absurd beginning in the video and the behavior of the boss Tsuchimikado who just ran away.

Kamijou Touma, who was the victim of this problem, almost fainted.

"It would be better for me to die than to end this chaos!"

Chapter 175. White Lies