Ten minutes earlier.
The Seventh School District, near the student dormitories, on a shopping street.
The streets were unusually quiet at night. However, the intersection, which was dozens of meters wide and completely devoid of people, seemed somewhat abnormal.
In this strange scene, a black-haired, spiky-haired boy walked down the street. He was of average build, wearing a white shirt and black pants, and looked somewhat tired.
"Ah~ I've run into a lot of strange things lately. How unlucky."
Misfortune seemed to have become part of this boy's daily life. His bad luck could no longer be explained by science. Every time he went out, he might rack up the following achievements: stepping in dog shit ×3, getting robbed ×1, getting into a traffic accident ×1, nearly being hit by flowerpots falling from above ×2, and losing money while shopping ×4.
Things that ordinary people rarely encountered were merely everyday occurrences for this boy. Because of that, he had developed an extraordinary sense of danger. For example, he never walked beside tall buildings, never entered sparsely populated alleys, always watched where he stepped, and absolutely never ran red lights. If he accidentally did, his chances of getting into a traffic accident exceeded 98%.
The boy's name was Kamijou Touma, a boy with abysmal luck and overwhelming luck with girls.
From childhood onward, 138 hospitalizations had taught Kamijou Touma that the world was dangerous—at least for him, it was filled with malice. Even so, Kamijou Touma still loved life and enjoyed helping others. He often called himself a "hero of justice," but in truth, he was simply a passionate and kind-hearted boy.
The silence on the street caught Kamijou Touma's attention. It was far too abnormal. His first thought was: *Could some major natural disaster be about to happen? And did