Chapter 214: A Single Strike Cuts All

Like its former controller Kiyama Haruka, even the fantasy beast protected by layers of absolute domains couldn't escape being blasted into the sky. 

Accelerator, expressionless, wiped away the blood slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth, the metallic taste still lingering. Fighting the unknown domain's power through sheer numbers came with a cost. 

Suddenly, four high-speed tornadoes twisted out from the air behind him, surging straight toward the airborne fantasy beast. 

The fantasy beast, suspended in the air, lost its "communication" form and reverted to its original state, emitting sharp, ear-piercing cries. 

Accelerator faced it head-on, throwing a punch despite having no vectors to control. 

The process of controlling vectors to prevent dispersion, coupled with adapting to the dangerous properties of the [unknown power], had already consumed 90% of his current calculation capacity. 

There was still much left to do—many people he needed to see again. 

But... would Accelerator back down now? Not a chance. 

(A man must take responsibility for his impulsive decisions.) 

(No matter how battered or trapped he becomes.) 

He gritted his teeth, pouring all his remaining calculation power into the process, channeling the same [unknown power] through the straight punch of his own body. 

...No need for thought. 

...No room for hesitation. 

This was the only path to victory.

At this moment, the esper known as Accelerator once again placed his life on the scales of fate. 

He sought meaning in his existence, preparing for a life-or-death battle against a massive collective of minds. 

When the final calculation reached completion, the expected miracle occurred. 

With life force as fuel, belief as the foundation, and computational power as "logic," Accelerator finally reached an initial "answer." 

As he swung his fist, a dazzling golden cross of light, hundreds of meters tall, burst forth from behind him, piercing the sky. 

A multi-edged golden energy spear stretching thousands of meters stood as proof of an inverted absolute domain. 

It seemed as if half the sky was torn apart. Even in the most remote countryside of District 11, people could look up and see the atmosphere and clouds split wide open. 

While ordinary people marveled in shock, professional heroes, unless busy with critical tasks, rushed toward the source of this extraordinary phenomenon. 

Though far from the top-tier heroes in power, these individuals still fulfilled their duty as heroes. 

His straight punch carried the sharpness of a "blade." 

But this "blade" was not an ordinary weapon—it was forged from Accelerator's unwavering belief and the inverted, soul-forged absolute domain. 

The matrix of the mythical beast's absolute domain shattered like tofu under this "blade." 

Fortunately, precautions had been taken to limit the area of effect. The shockwaves from the high-altitude clash did not reach the ground. 

Still, people couldn't help but hear the thunderous roar echoing between heaven and earth. 

Moments later, the massive mythical beast erupted in a spray of blood. The sheer volume of blood falling from the sky resembled a rainstorm, sending people across several city blocks fleeing indoors in terror. 

At the same time, in District 11's detention centers and hospitals, those who had used Fantasy_Hand began calming down, baffling the medical staff. 

Meanwhile, Accelerator descended to the ground, visibly drained. Eri hurried over, worry etched across her face as she looked at the staggering man before her. 

Standing amid the ruins, his body soaked in blood, it was hard to tell whether the red stains on his hero costume came from the blood rain or his own injuries. Only his scarred hands silently testified to the fierce battle and the price paid. 

Tears mixed with blood streamed down the young girl's face as she cried out desperately: 

"Why… why…?" 

"You could've… abandoned bad kids like Eri… there was no need…" 

"Eri… wasn't worth saving…" 

(What a kind child…) 

Accelerator thought, his mind still somewhat clear. Resolutely, he responded: 

"No, that's not for you to decide." 

"It's up to me—or someone better suited—to make that call." 

"In the end, a person's soul isn't tainted just because of where they've been." 

"Besides, I was already planning to wipe out these scumbags—you just happened to see it up close." 

"There's no need to dwell on it." 

The young girl nodded repeatedly, tears still in her eyes. 

"Eri… understands." 

With those words, Accelerator leaned his head against his shoulder, using the last of his strength to check his injuries and scan for nearby enemies. Finding none, he collapsed onto the ground without any pretense of dignity. 

He was no saintly hero like All Might. Though his injuries weren't fatal, he was utterly drained, fitting the phrase "burnt out." 

As he lay there, one thought lingered in his mind: 

(This world still has its share of coldness, cruelty, and relentless malice.)

But salvation also exists. 

If you reach out with your own will and push forward with grit, 

There may be people like All Might or Kamijou Touma waiting not far ahead. 

As long as the undying light called "heroes" doesn't completely fade, this world won't fall into despair. 

Though the negative emotions within humans may be stronger, given the heavy burdens they bear, the power of emotions naturally grows too. 

But that doesn't mean the goodwill of protectors is powerless. 

Most humans can change, even if that change is painful and slow. 

After all, even someone like him realized that he had been changed by a few people and this entirely different world. 

Soon, Accelerator's consciousness drifted into darkness. In that state, he faintly heard ambulance sirens and familiar voices talking. 

But his body could no longer hold on, forcing his mind to sink deeper into rest. 

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