The King of the West Coast's Exclusive Academy City Spectacle—Top-Tier Espers, All Assembl
ed?The colossal poster flaunted itself across the outer wall of the Echo Dome theater, bla
zing under the July sun. Rap megastar K.Dot, citing "advancing East-West cultural exchange
and showcasing urban superhuman potential," erected the "Limit Break Stage" in mere two w
eeks. He then dispatched unrefusable "collaboration" invitations to Academy City's seven L
evel 5 espers reigning at the apex. Refuse? The cost proved crushing.Accelerator's drunken
boast was maliciously edited into a world-ending prophecy; Misaka Worst's fatigue-induced
lean against Accelerator morphed into scandalous intimacy, threatening her fan-driven emp
ire; Kakine Teitoku's private lab financial leaks were hacked and exposed. The others—Misa
ka Mikoto, Mugino Shizuri, Sogiita Gunha, and the enigmatic Aihana Etsu—each fell prey to
traps or blackmail. A contract laced with "voluntary" clauses, NDAs, and astronomical pena
lty fees (plus emotional damages) was signed at gunpoint velocity. K.Dot's motto vibrated
in the air: You think you run this town? Think again, blood.Rehearsals descended into absu
rdity and humiliation from the first second. The stage's core featured "Ring of Truth" par
ticle emitters claiming to capture "purest energy resonance." When Accelerator donned the
brainwave-stabilizing silver helmet, he felt nanobots piercing his Personal Reality’s defe
nses like ice picks—barely restraining his murderous impulse. Misaki Shokuhō was forced in
to a starburst tiara embedded with heated nodes hinting at traps; her Mental Out crashed a
gainst digital firewalls. Mugino’s wrists clamped in energy suppressors backfired Atom Ski
mming into searing agony; Mikoto’s Gekota badge became a superconducting coil linked to su
ggestive flooring; a pendant around Aihana’s neck emanated ability-dampening cold light; G
unha’s tactical shades hid neural inducers; Kakine’s Dark Matter wings were forced to retr
act, a bio-nano patch grafting onto his neck—a backdoor to tampered databases. In the shad
ows, "special observers" (Kamijou Touma, Index, Frenda, Misaka #10032, etc.) stood as temp
lates for K.Dot’s curated audience. Behind one-way glass, K.Dot smirked with glacial contr
ol. On the second night, Echo Dome thundered with light and noise. All seven Level 5s were
shoved onto the core stage in garish streetwear—circus freaks under Klieg lights. Not Lik
e Us’s opening drum pounded like a sledgehammer. Accelerator deadpanned "Psst I see dead p
eople…" The next line—"Ayy Mustard on the beat ho"—was viciously replaced on floating lyri
c screens: ​​"Ayy BALD WAR GOD IN MECHA SUIT HA!"​​ Kakine’s voice twisted by autotune dro
wned beneath a tsunami of gasps and cheers. Projectors zoomed on his livid, twitching face
. Humiliation escalated.As Misaki Shokuhō recited "Tryna strike a chord…", lyrics warped:​
​"Tryna shake that WIG but your SCALP’S SO DAMN RED! Heehee!"​​A shrill system voice aped
her tone. Spotlights scorched the tiara’s crown—​**FZZZT​**—a stench of burnt plastic spre
ad. Misaki’s smile shattered. Psychic waves lashed at spectators but crashed against an in
visible barrier: Nullified!Gunha roared ​​"GUTS!!"​​ and charged the screen:"Wop wop wop w
op Dot 'em up" became​​"Wop wop wop wop PUNCH YOUR OWN FACE! REAL GUTS EH?!"​​His suppress
or bracelet jolted the tilted floor—THUD! His iron fist blasted his own jaw, shades flying
off. The dome shook with laughter.When Kakine spoke "How many stocks do I really have in
stock?", the screen read:​​"Can't count BREAKFAST EGGS, DUMBASS? HOW MANY?! HUH?"​​A conte
mptuous male voice boomed. Giant screens showed secret footage: Kakine’s confused face hov
ering over frying pans, a bin overflowing with eggshell carcasses. Crimson text blared: ​​
[KAKINE TEITOKU’S BREAKFAST MASSACRE!!!]​​ Fine print mocked: "What thwarts LV5 Dark Matte
r?… The Hen’s Mystical Orb (EGG)."Touma howled clutching his stomach: ​​"Fried eggs?! WHAT
THE HELL? HAHA!"​​ Kakine’s cheek spasmed, Dark Matter wings pinned by the neck patch’s e
lectric sting, rage boiling over. The charade persisted. Aihana Etsu stammered "Then step
this way step that way" into ​​"Then CRAWL this way DOG that way"​—virtual dog bones mocki
ng him. Mikoto sang "Are you my friend?" as ​​"Are you BIRIBIRI SPARKY FRIEND?"​​ Her coil
badge electrocuted her into a shivering mess. Mugino fared worse—"Freaky-as nigga he a 69
God"* was replaced by ​​"MANIAC MENOPAUSAL BITCH RAMPAGE!"​; she almost crashed through c
racking stage panels.K.Dot’s team ignited its "crowd-reaction infiltration" engine: Obsess
ive fans shrieked ​​"Queen Misaki BALD?! WAAAH!"​; Schadenfreude-drunk bystanders pointed
at Kakine’s egg footage howling; rabid partygoers waved glowsticks to the beat of humiliat
ion; pretentious critics analyzed "the fall of icons"; Index stared blankly at ice cream c
arts. The stage became a theater of agony, dignity flayed by a million mocking eyes.Accele
rator snapped. Tampered lyrics ​​"Vector Shield just DOES MATH! DUMBASS NEURONS FRIED!"​​
lit his murderous gaze. Vector Control deconstructed the song’s waveform—prepared a "Silen
ce Matrix" to annihilate it. But the helmet’s attack triggered ​​[LULLABY QUARANTINE PROTO
COL]!​​ Screeching anti-waves reversed into his mind, forcing a ​​"BECOME CUTE PUPPY"​​ co
mmand! [Emotional Compensator Activated!]Deafening ​​"WOOF! ARF! ♪ ♩ ♫"​​ puppy synths exp
loded. Rainbow glitter, confetti, and syrupy slime waterfalled onto Accelerator! Reflex fo
rmulas jammed by "puppy code," the goo entombed him into a twitching rainbow mound. Hair g
lued down, slime oozing off his chin. Half a second of silence detonated into volcanic lau
ghter. Under the slime, Accelerator’s crimson eyes locked onto the control room—promising
frozen death.Mugino erupted. Atom Skimming shattered wrist suppressors, white-hot particle
s blazing at the control booth! ​​[SUPERLIMINAL ATTACK! EXECUTE [SWEET GUARDIAN PROTOCOL]!
]​​ Stage panels flipped—scalding crimson caramel geysered from sprinklers! Molten sugar e
ncased the energy beam, triggering critical overload—​KABOOM!​​—exploding into hardened am
ber trapping Mugino mid-scream. Only her furious eyes remained uncovered within the glowin
g prison. The puppy synths’ ghostly echo hung in the caramel-scented air.Mikoto raged. Her
railgun coalesced—a lightning javelin hurled at the projection rig! ​​[ORBITAL SAFEGUARD
ACTIVE! FLOOR GUIDE MAX! TARGET DIVERTED!]​​ The stage spun violently, deflecting the bolt
into a suspended cryogenic tank! The container ruptured—tons of sub-zero blue fluid and i
ce chunks obliterated the stage!Gunha, rising, was flattened: ​​"Gu... Guts..."​​Accelerat
or, peeling off slime, flash-frozen into a sodden beast—GRRR!Misaki’s burnt tiara melted u
nder the deluge; freezing fluid burned her scalp—she screamed!Aihana and Kakine swept away
by the blue torrent.Center stage became a candy-coated cryogenic disaster zone. Seven Lev
el 5 "shipwrecked souls" soaked in humiliation. The audience’s laughter choked—then resurg
ed hysterically. Frost spread across flooded steel. Behind monitors, K.Dot murmured, eyes
icy with exhilaration. Cyclone-force laughter and camera flashes drowned the dome. The sta
ge was a museum of social execution: Amber Mugino, Drenched-Dog Accelerator, Bald/Screamin
g Misaki, Shivering Gunha, Egg-Math Kakine... Absurd tragedy metastasized virally online.​
​"WEST COAST KING’S REAL GAME: WHEN ACADEMY’S APEX MEETS NOT LIKE US"​​ trended #1.Top cli
ps:​​"[THE FALLEN?] ACCELERATOR SEALED BY PUPPY CALLS & SLIME!"​​(Viscous close-up; top co
mment: "Vector calc can’t solve dog barks?")​​"[SHOCKER!] ATOM SKIMMING BACKFIRE: MUGINO Q
UEEN FROZEN IN CANDY!"​​(Her contorted face behind caramel crust)​​"[UNSOLVED MYSTERY REVE
ALED:] LV5 KAKINE CAN’T COUNT EGGS?!"​​(Egg massacre clips with comic SFX; "Breakfast Egg
Killer" meme medals circulate)​​"[QUEEN EXPOSED!] MISAKI’S WIG MELTS—REAL HAIRLINE LEAKED?
!"​​(Tiara-slip freeze frame)​​"[GEEK TIP:] RAILGUN = INSTANT ICE AGE? LIGHTNING GODDESS’
POOL PARTY!"​​(Railgun rebranded "Academy City Indoor Arctic Express")Clip-nemes festered:
Class chats became sticker warzones; "Egg Counting Challenge" pranks trended; "Amber Pris
oner vs. Slime Pup" meme templates flooded; minor factions stirred; reverence decayed into
cruel parody.Three dusks later, Kakine Teitoku lurked in a derelict lab. Screens looped h
is egg-counting humiliation—grainy zooms on splattered yolks with clownish audio dubs.​​"A
man… who can’t count… eggs?"​​ His voice squeezed frozen fury, knuckles cracking.His glar
e locked onto chaotic footage: As cryo-fluid flooded the stage, Kamijou Touma—shoved by cr
owds—swiped his Imagine Breaker right hand past the Ring of Truth’s edge! Contact lasted 0
.5 seconds… but a faint azure flicker seemed to waver?Illusion? Kakine stood paralyzed, re
playing that fragment. Nuclear fury compressed, venomous doubt germinating.