Psykos's Memories

The next day, Higashino Makoto arrived at the Hero Association headquarters.

The building was bigger than he had imagined.

The gray-white concrete walls soar into the clouds, while the glass curtain wall gleams with a cold blue luster in the morning light.

The gate is made of metal and is about ten meters wide. Two uniformed security guards stand on each side, standing straight with alert eyes.

According to intelligence, the area beneath the building is a shelter built by wealthy people.

He stepped forward. The security guard reached out and stopped him.

Please show your identification.

Higashino Makoto took a card from his pocket and handed it over.

The card was obtained for him by Doppelganger; he holds the status of a special advisor to the Hero Association, which grants him considerable authority.

The security guard took the card, swiped it on the handheld terminal, and the terminal beeped.

"Welcome, Mr. Higashino Makoto."

The security guard stepped aside, and Higashino Makoto strode through the gate.

The lobby appears more spacious than it does from the outside.

The floor was made of marble, polished to a shine so bright it reflected people's images.

Many Hero have gathered here.

People came and went in the hall; some were in uniform, some in casual clothes, some wore masks, and some showed their faces.

Some were chatting, some were looking at the task board, and some were queuing to collect their rewards.

But to be honest, many of the outfits were rather jarring.

It doesn't feel that way in the anime, but when you're actually facing them, you get the feeling that you've stumbled into a strange Bal Masqué.

Higashino Makoto walked through the lobby, entered the elevator, and selected a floor based on the information.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a corridor.

The door was ajar. He pushed it open.

The conference room is approximately 150 square meters.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the entire room.

The two people sat on one side of the long table.

A petite woman, about 1.4 meters tall, was wearing a black slit dress that reached her ankles. Her long green hair was draped over her shoulders with slightly curled ends.

Her eyes were green and very large.

He was squinting slightly, exuding an air of arrogance that said, "Don't mess with me."

She crossed her arms, leaned back in the chair, and crossed her legs casually.

Tatsumaki of Terror, the second-ranked S-class Hero, is the strongest esper in the world.

Another woman sat beside her, more voluptuous, with black and green hair cascading over her shoulders, and a gentle smile in her green eyes.

She dresses elegantly, wearing pearl necklaces and other jewelry. She usually wears a dark green long dress and black high-heeled over-the-knee leather boots.

Holding a cup of coffee in my hand, the coffee was still steaming.

Fubuki from Hell, ranked #1 among B-class Hero, Tatsumaki's younger sister.

"You're Higashino Makoto?"

The Tatsumaki made a crisp sound, but with a sense of urgency, as if there was no time to waste.

"It's me, Miss Tatsumaki."

"A special advisor to the Hero Association? Never heard of him."

"The newly appointed one."

Tatsumaki looked at him, her green eyes devoid of any emotion.

What do you want with us?

Higashino Makoto walked to the other side of the long table and sat down.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her dark robe gleamed dimly in the sunlight.

"I'm looking for someone; she should be here with you."

"Who is here with me?"

Psykos.

There was a moment of silence in the conference room. Tatsumaki's brows furrowed slightly, and Fubuki's fingers paused on her coffee cup.

"Psykos? That woman?"

"Yes, that woman who created the Monster Association and claimed to have received divine revelation. You took her away after her failure, right? I want to see her."

Tatsumaki stared at him, a sharp glint in her green eyes.

It was her sister who took it upon herself to rescue Psykos; she was also involved.

What do you want with her?

"I have some questions for her, about the gods."

"Don't think about it. She's lost her memory; you can't get anything out of her."

"I know, but I have a way I might try."

What method?

Higashino Makoto looked at her, his golden eyes devoid of any emotion.

"I have a way to read other people's memories, to see if she has truly forgotten or..."

Tatsumaki's mental energy tightened abruptly, like a startled hedgehog with its quills pointing outwards. She sat up straight, her long green hair swaying gently in the still room.

"You can read memories?"

"Able."

Tatsumaki stared at him for a long time.

Then she turned her head and looked at Fubuki. Fubuki put down her coffee cup and nodded slightly.

Tatsumaki withdrew her gaze and looked back at Higashino Makoto.

"Okay, I'll trust you this once. But let's make it clear first, no unnecessary actions, or I won't let you off the hook!"

This, in turn, puzzled him.

"You just believed it like that? Why?"

"Because your mental strength is quite strong, I found it a bit strange at the beginning. Why didn't you awaken superpowers? So you awakened other abilities instead?"

Higashino Makoto's fingers paused slightly; they regarded the skill of Memory Manipulation as a superpower.

Thinking about all the strange and wonderful abilities in this world, it doesn't seem so strange after all.

I guess so.

"It's either yes or no, what do you mean by 'sort of'?"

Tatsumaki's eyes were hostile, but she showed no intention of making a move.

After all, the other party was an official and did not show any hostility.

"Alright, come with me. Can you fly? Do you want me to teach you?"

Higashino Makoto shook his head and refused.

"No need, I can fly."

A-City

Higashino Makoto stood in front of the building, looking up at the rusty iron gate.

Tatsumaki floated beside him, his long green hair swaying gently in the wind.

Fubuki stood on the other side, her long black hair slightly disheveled by the wind.

"This is it."

The Tatsumaki's sound was calm.

"She's on the third basement level, in the innermost room."

Higashino Makoto pushed open the iron gate.

They strode forward, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, with Tatsumaki and Fubuki leading the way.

The innermost room on the third basement level.

The room is approximately thirty square meters.

The room was fully furnished, and a woman was sitting on the bed.

Her long, blue hair was disheveled and covered most of her face.

Her eyes were empty, like two dry wells, and her body the Unassailable, like a statue.

Psykos.

Psykos.

Higashino Makoto walked up to her, squatted down, and looked her in the eye.

She turned her head, her blue eyes looking at him expressionlessly.

"Who are you?"

"Higashino Makoto, I have some questions for you."

"I don't remember anything."

"I know, but maybe I can help you."

He raised his hand, and a pale purple light appeared in his palm.

"Memory Manipulation"

Her body trembled violently. Something flickered in those empty blue eyes.

It worked!

Higashino Makoto was initially worried that her situation was similar to that of the Platinum Dragon Lord, as her memories were particularly difficult to access due to her connection to the world.

It seems she doesn't possess the characteristics of the Platinum Dragon Lord, or perhaps she lost those characteristics after being abandoned by the gods.

Regardless, the outcome was good.

Hopefully, we can get some good news from her head.