Mind-reading power and five hundred thousand horsepower... what on earth was he talking about?
Shundō Shunzō had no idea what Roland meant, and he vaguely guessed that his fate was steadily spiraling downward. But that was precisely why he could not accept it.
The External Brain Project was everything he had staked his future on and spent decades of effort reclaiming. It was what he relied on to turn his fortunes around and climb toward the top of Academy City.
Even in Three-Body Problem, there were scientists who killed themselves because physics had collapsed.
Making him acknowledge that the External Brain had no effect on Roland was tantamount to making him deny everything he had built in the past. To Shundō Shunzō, that was no different from death.
So he simply stared straight at Roland, his face twisted out of shape, without even time to wipe away his cold sweat. He gripped his trembling right hand with his left and pressed the remote in his hand again and again.
"Do you think some special protection will help? Against the External Brain at such close range, whatever preparations you've made are useless!"
Shundō Shunzō declared this loudly as though trying to encourage himself, as though doing so could drive away the terror in his heart.
If there were no need to preserve the material, even Misaki Shokuhou could not resist the External Brain's control. It was the strongest mental Esper Ability on the science side in this world!
That's right. Just increase the output, and everything will be fine!
Yet Roland, at whom the remote was pointed, showed no abnormalities whatsoever. He did not even furrow his brow.
"This really is interesting."
Roland looked as though he were watching a farce, barely able to contain his amusement.
He had never underestimated