I am a transmigrator.
On paper, I'm just an ordinary exchange student. I'd just turned eighteen, supposed to be entering medical school and living out a quiet, structured life. Instead, I've been thrust into a world where that "dream" has been completely rewritten.
The world of A Certain Magical Index and A Certain Scientific Railgun.
As a long-time anime fan, Ethan Cole was no stranger to this universe.
He'd fantasized about being transported into anime, become strong and so on, just the typical daydream of a teenage boy. But the moment he realized exactly which world he had landed in… that naïve dream shattered.
He now truly understood the phrase: "Like the fans who loved villains, until one came at them."
Index is a high-magic universe.
By the time of New Testament: A Certain Magical Index, the world had devolved into "gods roam the streets, and angels aren't worth a damn." If a normal person got caught up in one of the city's terrifying incidents, survival was a fantasy.
Worse still, the gods, those so-called Magic Gods, could sense the presence of transmigrators the moment they arrived. Their boredom, their omnipotence, they'd toy with you for fun.
A dimensional traveler like him… couldn't help but distort the fabric of reality itself. And magic, by its very nature, was rooted in phase alignment.
So then… was his [Heal] ability a form of magic from another system altogether?
Ethan looked down at his own hands.
When he crossed over, the only thing he brought with him was the base ability from Redo of Healer. Everything else had to be developed.
[Heal] required physical contact to activate, up to five seconds at most. It could even heal magical energy (mana). No cooldown. No mana cost. Just brutal side effects on both body and mind.
But was that truly magic?
If he could copy esper powers… then theoretically, even this world's native magic was fair game. Yet even that barely scratched the surface of what this ability could do.
A month had passed, and he was still alive. No Magic Gods had shown up. So maybe, just maybe… he'd slipped past their radar for now.
Perhaps the gods were too busy stargazing to bother watching Earth.
Still, danger was everywhere.
Ethan knew just how deep the darkness in this city ran.
At that very moment, more than fifty million nanomachines floated invisibly in the air, AIM Diffusion Fields, used by Academy City's Director, Aleister Crowley, to monitor every corner of the city.
That guy was the true endgame of this world. Even the protagonist of the original story was just a pawn on his chessboard.
To avoid ending up as a dissected lab rat, Ethan had kept his true power, [Mimic (Heal)], a secret from the world.
But there was no hiding it from that upside-down bastard.
If Aleister hadn't acted yet, it only meant he was still watching… manipulating events from the shadows, as always. Unless Ethan touched one of his core plans, he wouldn't be in immediate danger.
Ethan took a deep breath.
The one thing that could never be exposed… was the fact that he had transmigrated. The Magic Gods would never leave an interdimensional "foreigner" alone. And in his current state, he didn't even have the power to resist a basic esper, let alone the gods.
So, he rewrote his own memory.
Using Lv.2 [Mind Hound], a memory-altering ability. Who would've thought it would actually come in handy?
"This city is full of people who think they can do whatever they want just because they've got powers. What, you get a student ID and suddenly nothing's your fault?"
In Ethan's left eye, a red-winged bird flickered into view, his version of Geass, straight out of Code Geass.
[Mental Out] was the ultimate psychic ability, a collection of all mental-based powers. Its visual manifestation varied with the user: for Shokuhou Misaki, it appeared as starry eyes.
Ethan, with his knowledge, had instinctively modeled it after Geass, the infamous power to control minds.
Unlike Shokuhou, who had an entire research facility developing remote controls to regulate her abilities, Ethan had no tools, no safeguards.
But that was fine.
He'd control it in a way he understood.
"By the name of Lelouch vi Britannia… I am your wallbreaker."
…Nah, too cringe.
Guess he was past his chuuni phase.
Still, these cosplay-tier contacts sure came in handy.
Ethan touched the corner of his eye. In his right eye, a shimmer of green, deep and radiant as emerald, glimmered faintly.
He didn't know why, but when he crossed over, these eyes came with him. Maybe because he had just finished that episode before transmigrating?
In Redo of Healer, the protagonist had signed a contract with a spirit and gained an all-seeing eye, capable of perceiving the world's hidden truths.
One by one, Ethan's personal data floated before him.
Name: Ethan Cole
Race: Human
Class: Hero of Healing / Pseudo-Esper
Age: 18
Combat Abilities:
Emerald Eye: A mystic eye gained by forming a contract with the spirits of this world. Grants the ability to see ambient magic, leyline flows, target status screens, hidden abilities, and true names.
Mental Out Lv.5: A Swiss Army knife of all psychic powers. Includes mind reading, personality rewriting, remote telepathy, memory erasure, emotional transference, mental duplication, and more. Manifested visually as Geass.
In tandem with [Mimic (Heal)], the Emerald Eye's analysis ability was essential. With it, he could pinpoint the skills he wanted to copy with surgical precision.
As long as he stayed hidden inside the hospital, he could legally touch esper after esper under the guise of healing them, and copy their powers without anyone ever knowing.
Smart move.
The only issue?
Copied combat skills were temporary, he could only retain five at a time. Any extras would begin to fade within a month.
Luckily, most low-level mental powers were absorbed by [Mental Out] anyway, including [Mind Hound].
Better to focus on mastering one technique at a time. The rest could wait.
Now that he had "broken the wall," Ethan had unlocked his transmigrator memories. He understood his true power now. With Geass and Emerald Eye sealed away again, he slipped his glasses back on, restoring his innocent, scholarly look.
"Aaaaaa!"
A woman's scream rang out.
Ethan snapped to attention and sprinted into the hospital lobby. There, he spotted a high school boy holding a nurse hostage in the corner of the room.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill her!"
Typical day in Academy City.
"Hey, calm down! You don't have to do this!"
The medical staff froze mid-task, cautiously trying to deescalate the situation. A crowd had already gathered to watch.
Soon the entire second floor was packed with onlookers.
Ethan knew full well: this hospital had some of the best security in all of Academy City. It wouldn't be long before Anti-Skill arrived, fully armed.
And even if someone got hurt, he could just use heal afterward.
But still…
He stopped mid-step, turned back, and stepped forward.
After all, that nurse was someone he knew. She'd just smiled and greeted him earlier.
He locked eyes with the attacker and said calmly, "Take it easy. Violence won't solve anything. I'm a doctor here, if you have a grievance, talk to us."
"It's because of this damn hospital!" the boy spat. "They cut into my brain, and now my ability development is stuck! I'm gonna get revenge! That frog-faced bastard will never operate again!"
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Oh. That was you?"
The surgery had gone fine. Wasn't even close to a medical accident.
The truth was, every student's esper potential had been determined from the start. This idiot's so-called target was a man so legendary, even the Director wouldn't dare touch him.
As they talked, Ethan's glasses flashed. In his left eye, the Emerald Eye activated. Its glow remained hidden unless deliberately revealed.
Unless, of course, the observer was a skilled magician.
Name: Ryosuke Miyagi
Race: Human
Class: Temporary Esper (Lv. 3)
Age: 17
Combat Skills:
Radiation Refraction Lv.3: Can visually perceive radiation in the air and bend various types, alpha, beta, gamma, X-rays, neutron rays.
Level Upper: A short-lived power boost gained from neural-link hacks.
Life Skills:
Basic High School Curriculum (Japan): Passable.
The rest were skills like smoking, drinking, and dyeing his hair. Just your average delinquent Japanese teen.
So that's how he smuggled a weapon past security, he used Radiation Refraction to bend the scanner beams.
Weak sauce.
Ethan wasn't interested in peeking any further. What did catch his eye was the presence of Level Upper, a key plot element.
His first taste of the Emerald Eye's insight.
Each person's physical and magical stats appeared clearly, attack, defense, resistance… like a game UI.
Too many numbers, though. He skimmed the important stuff.
Only a few seconds had passed in real time.
"I'm that doctor's student. He's still in surgery. If you want a hostage… take me instead."
The room gasped.
"Ethan-kun…"
The nurse's eyes brimmed with tears. She was shaking like a leaf.
Ryosuke hesitated, then shoved the nurse aside and grabbed Ethan instead.
"Don't move! I'll cut your throat!"
The blade slashed across Ethan's neck. Blood spilled.
"Aaaaah!"
The crowd screamed.
Ryosuke froze for a moment.
That was all Ethan needed.
He twisted the boy's wrist, dropping low, not to escape, but to counter.
With a sudden thrust, Ethan drove the dagger straight into Ryosuke's gut.
"AAAAAHHH!!"
The attacker howled in pain. His arm twisted, his stomach pierced. Before he knew it, the "intern" had slammed him against the wall.
Bang!
The boy collapsed. The dagger clattered to the floor.
Clink.
He was done.
Level 0… and he can fight like that?
"Just standard self-defense training," Ethan said, pinning him down.
"Normal people can't ignore pain. That's their weakness."
He placed a hand over his bleeding neck.
Heal
Ping!
Green light flared. The wound sealed instantly.
He didn't even flinch.
The observers gasped.
If that blade had gone a bit deeper, it would've severed his windpipe.
Just who… is this guy?
"Clear out!"
A woman's sharp voice cut through the tension.
Anti-Skill arrived, dozens of armored officers storming in. Fastest response time ever.
"Thank God, Anti-Skill's here!"
At the front stood Aiho Yomikawa, who let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the black-haired youth.
"Oh, it's you. Of course it's already handled."
She waved her squad down.
"Bag him. We're done here."
"Ms. Yomikawa," Ethan said politely.
"Not bad, kid. We should spar sometime." She gave him a playful punch to the chest.
Ethan thought to himself: You've got nothing left to teach me.
That self-defense move? He'd copied it from an Anti-Skill officer. The muscle memory, the instincts, it all came flooding back.
Beside Yomikawa stood a timid bespectacled teacher, Tetsuyuki Kizuri, also part of Anti-Skill.
"Ethan-kun… thank goodness you're okay."
And just like that, the incident was over. Ryosuke Miyagi was arrested. The deluded young man was probably headed for a juvenile reformation center.
Japan hadn't formally abolished the death penalty, but the Juvenile Act was practically a get-out-of-jail-free card.
In the crowd, a group of Tokiwadai girls stuck out like sore thumbs.
"Queen-sama!"
Shokuhou's faction rushed into the hospital, only to find their Queen already healed.
"We heard there was a terrorist!"
"Are you alright?"
"Don't worry, it wasn't me," Shokuhou said. "Misaki-chan, see anything unusual?"
Such a healing ability, able to treat herself and others… it was something even Academy City hadn't seen before.
Misaki shook her head. "Doesn't seem like he's from the dark side. His fighting style looks like Anti-Skill, probably someone he knows taught him."
"A pain-immune doctor… and still Level 0? Fascinating," Shokuhou murmured. "But for some reason, I felt like his eyes were… reading me."
As if she were laid bare before him.
"Tch, just some closet perv obsessed with that gross Redo of Healer stuff," Misaki scoffed.
Shokuhou froze.
Redo of Healer? Was that some kind of ero manga or trashy adult novel?
"What a heroic intern."
"Eh~ He's kinda hot without the mask."
"If Ethan really reports us to school, we'll be in so much trouble… skipping school, eating cake off-campus…"
Fukiyose looked grim.
All the girls froze.
The school disciplinarian they were thinking of… was a monster strong enough to beat down two Level 5s bare-handed.
"We need to get back, fast!"
"Yes, Queen-sama."
Just like before, Fukiyose scooped up her Queen in a princess carry. Shokuhou instinctively clung to her subordinate as they flew out the window.
"Wait, why is it a princess carry again?!"
Shokuhou's cries echoed through the sky.
Ethan caught a glimpse of them leaving. Behind his glasses, the Emerald Eye activated, revealing their names and abilities.
He had been wondering why Misaki Ayumu appeared this early…
Thankfully, not even he remembered the secrets of his transmigration and Heal, which meant no one else could discover them either.
He was the Wallbreaker, the "Wall" of the dimensional boundary.
His own Mind Hound sealed his memories to prevent psychic tampering or mind-reading. Only once he acquired stronger mental power would the seal unlock.
Thank you, Queen Shokuhou.
And soon, he would take everything, Mental Out, Mental Stinger, Telepathy, Mental Armor…
That would be their punishment for using their abilities on him.
Ethan turned toward Yomikawa, who was overseeing the detained suspect. Ryosuke's wound still bled.
"Ms. Yomikawa, allow me."
"Go ahead."
Ethan knelt before the broken boy. He'd known Shokuhou's girls were watching, so he hadn't revealed any new powers.
Otherwise… he could've just willed this boy into submission.
Ryosuke resisted treatment. Eyes filled with rage, he shouted:
"When I get out, I'll burn this hospital to the ground!"
This guy definitely had a real tumor in his brain.
In Academy City, even criminals often got recruited into the underground. A violent student like this might even be scouted.
"I'll be waiting," Ethan said with a cold smile, and retracted his hand.
No Heal. No green light.
If he'd crossed into Death Note with the Emerald Eye, he could've just read real names and killed them instantly.
Now… he could do that here too.
Time for an experiment.
Geass.
The red-winged bird flared in his pupil, projected directly into Ryosuke's dilated eyes.
He didn't need to speak.
Using Telepathy, he implanted the command directly into the boy's mind.
"Use that tumor they left in your head. Go somewhere quiet, and end your life."
Seeing radiation with the naked eye? He'd do better as a green energy activist in Europe. Or maybe a human Geiger counter in Fukushima.
Time to revert this man… to before his own birth.
That was his gift.
He was the Hero of Healing.
Or maybe…
The Healer Who Judges.
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