Ex-Machina on a Dimensional Travel

At that moment, when no one was watching, Akemi Homura's brow quietly furrowed.

Yet she was thinking about something else.

It was now the final class before noon. Once it ended, she would have to head to the rooftop and make contact with that person who had never shown themself.

The scenes from before remained vivid in her mind: the pitch-black "Monster" gradually perishing, the pure-white "Angel" suspended high in the sky, and the devastated world beneath that "divine punishment."

And that had merely been her "initial" impression.

That golden "pillar of light" descending from the heavens like divine punishment, that golden sky resembling the heavenly realm, those hollow golden eyes devoid of even a trace of emotion.

An indescribable oppression surged forth from the scenes in her memories. Helplessness instantly flooded her entire body, and sweat born of tension silently trickled down the girl's forehead.

If Xiu Er were to peer into this girl's memories, even he would sigh at how "eventful" this young girl's life had been.

The teacher's lecture did not reach Akemi Homura's ears, but she did not care about missing the lesson.

That was because she had already mastered all of it.

It was not because she had prepared in advance, but due to her own personal circumstances—and that "circumstance" was tied to the secret the girl kept hidden from others.

"Home..."

"Homura?"

Who was calling her?

"Akemi student?"

"Ah... here."

At that moment, the teacher suddenly called on her, pulling the girl's wandering consciousness back.

She quickly answered in what she thought was a calm voice,

but when she finally came to her senses, she realized that her breathing was rapid and her forehead was damp with sweat.

She did not need a mirror to know that she probably looked terrible right then.

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