Urban-Style Experience

Therefore, Matthew was able to sense it even more clearly.

The nearly tangible smell of blood before him made it seem, within his perception, as though those wings had already turned pitch-black, like the wings of a demon.

He had not been lying.

That was Matthew's first thought.

And his second thought was—

Just how many people had he killed!?

"Gulp." Matthew swallowed, but his resolve instead grew firmer. "If that's the case, then why do you want to become a hero?"

If this boy really was evil, then even if Matthew died here, he would never help him!

That was his principle as a hero.

"You think I want to?"

Accelerator kicked the can at his feet.

Whoosh—!

The can shot into the sky at nearly the speed of sound, yet it made no noise, as though the air had been completely suppressed by an invisible force.

Matthew's heart trembled.

He swallowed again.

Isn't this a little too powerful? Just what is this boy's Mutant Ability?

"There's someone forcing me to do this. If I don't, I can't get what I want. Understand?" Accelerator was already growing impatient. "Are you going to teach me or not?"

Someone was forcing him?

What kind of person could force a boy who called himself a villain, had killed countless people, and possessed terrifying strength to become a hero?

Matthew suddenly grew curious about the person Accelerator had mentioned.

"Who is it?" he couldn't help asking.

"..." Accelerator was silent for a while before suddenly curling his lips. "Someone stronger than a god, stronger than God. Even if I suspect that person deliberately gave this task to make things difficult for me, Accelerator, I can't do anything about it... Forget it. What's the point of telling you all this? If you don't want