Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:GT Volume11 Chapter1 (section)

===Part 2===

They continued through the dark hell.

Hell as a whole was supposedly shaped like mortar, but it looked like their goal was to continue downwards. Kamijou didn’t know his way around, so he had no choice but to follow Kingsford. He wanted to avoid getting lost and ending up alone with ''the'' Rosencreutz.

(Also…)

His right hand.

Did it still have any power, or not?

He tried touching his palm to a nearby black rock.

Inconclusive.

The rock was a rock, but it showed no sign of disappearing. He couldn’t say for sure what that meant. He was only sure of one thing: he was probably making a fool of himself.

For his next test, he tried touching Rosencreutz.

“O-oh?”

No change.

Why wouldn’t that man just disappear?

Then again, Kingsford had suffered no ill effects from him taking her hand.

Even so, he couldn’t be certain about Imagine Breaker unless he saw something be unnaturally destroyed. Like maybe that unnecessarily long beard.

“Wh-why are you suddenly flirting with this old man? O-oh, my. Someone help! This boy is a molester!”

A touch from his right hand proved nothing.

And he had another question.

“What did you mean about hell being influenced?”

He meant the question for Kingsford, but Rosencreutz answered (while trembling for some reason).

“Ultimately, it is possible god didn’t give all that much thought to hell compared to heaven. It is described in Revelation, but modern people are as influenced by hymns and Paradise Lost as they are by the Bible and academic books.”

“Is it really that vague? I mean, aren’t heaven and hell a pretty core or root part of the entire mythology?”

“Tartarus, Niflheim, the Eight Great Hells, Yomi, and all other ideas of the realm of the dead are no more than phases placed on top of the physical world. But once you enter one, you can never return to the basic physical world.”

That made it sound like ''this'' was found alongside the ordinary streets and parks, just behind a thin layer of reality. That was hard to believe while seeing it from the hell side.

“Also, everyone views hell differently. The 16th century Dutch view gives the demons of hell an opposition party and a master accountant – that is, a treasurer in charge of the demonic kingdom’s finances.”

“In that system, the supposedly wild and vicious 👿s did ❌ have free use of 💷.”

“But no matter how many conceptions of hell you consider, you will never find one that is correct. Which is why you can’t exactly be angry about the inclusion of non-biblical ideas.”

In other words, anything goes.

In that case, why couldn’t this be a hell with a tiny silver-haired and horned goth loli demon lord seated in an oversized throne and full of succubi in the kind of sexy underwear that makes it look like they lost a bet? The Transcendents who cosplayed as gods and demons had the Bologna Succubus, didn’t they!? That meant the original sexy young woman she was based on had to exist as a “species” in some world myth! There, he had an excuse!! Now he could finally transform this horrific hell into a wonderful picnic!!!

“Boy, you assume the Western hell is crawling with demons, don’t you? In truth, hell is managed by angels like Uriel, Kushiel, Anafiel, and Mastema. Hell is not a lawless realm of demons – it is a part of the omniscient and omnipotent god’s plan for all parts of the world from heaven to hell. A place where humans have their souls removed and laundered after they make a deal with the devil? That is no more than an idea created by folklore and fiction.”

“…”

Had it already been influenced that much?

The majority of Kamijou’s knowledge came from video games, so he was completely out of luck.

He could at least pick up that he wasn’t going to find a tiny silver-haired and horned goth loli demon lord seated in an oversized throne or any succubi in the kind of sexy underwear that makes it look like they lost a bet. Apparently this was a place bound by more serious rules than that. Was he allowed to despair yet? What fun was a hell like this!? Supposedly this was what god had created as part of his plan, but what kind of loving god would create that bull-head minotaur instead of a busty loli in a cow print bikini (who was actually super strong)!!!???

Maybe it was wrong to be looking for fun in hell.

The idea of the good guys managing hell reminded Kamijou of Lord Enma.

Kingsford laughed.

“But this vagueness can be exploited. We can manipulate this hell with our 🧠 images.”

Manipulate hell.

Kamijou knew better than to think it was really that simple.

That was a miracle only possible with the help of monsters like Christian Rosencreutz and Anna Kingsford. If an ordinary person wandered into this undefined hell, they would wander endlessly through the nightmarish world without any hope of finding their bearings, until they were so worn down their soul itself was snuffed out.

(I need to be careful. Who knows what we could come across from here on.)

They had already seen a minotaur.

It was easy to overlook thanks to the two experts, but if Kamijou had been alone, he was certain he would have been helplessly pummeled to death.

As the three of them continued walking through the shadows while a wind blew through, two rising shapes came into view in the distance.

(Are those mountains?)

Kamijou tried to ask that aloud, but his throat suddenly went dry and the words never came out.

He had a bad feeling about this.

But what was it this time? A hell of precipitous mountains or a hell of fire and ice? Since this was hell, he doubted whatever it was would be any fun. He honestly wanted to stop and assess what they were approaching, but Rosencreutz and Kingsford plowed on ahead.

“Hey, wait…”

“Nothing good will come of 🛑ing.”

“This is hell, after all.”

The spiky-haired boy had no choice but to keep up with them. He wasn’t even remotely emotionally ready, but being left alone in these shadows would be far worse.

As Kamijou Touma reluctantly approached the two mystery mountains, their shape gradually came into view.

He was speechless.

The two towering shapes were a pair of enormous breasts.

“Um!?”

The spiky-haired boy collapsed on the spot.

Supposedly, their thoughts could influence hell, but it was obvious whose thoughts were at work here. Because the other two were serious, expert-level magicians! And while he really didn’t want to accept it, those colossal boobs were very clearly contained in a swimsuit!!

It couldn’t be more obvious what Kamijou Touma had been looking at to put that image in his mind.

That swimsuit was very familiar.

Plus, there was only one woman in the group.

The glasses woman walking right there was wearing a racing swimsuit! And she was more casual about it than the people at a Los Angeles beach! The shape, the firmness, and the way they seemed ready to swell right out of the swimsuit were all identical to that gentle woman!!

(This is hell.)

The teenager wanted to die of embarrassment, but he wasn’t even allowed that.

Because Kamijou Touma was already dead.

He felt like his spine was twisting and his entire body was itching, but all he could do was shed tears of blood and clench his teeth.

Intentionally manipulating hell was apparently ultra-high-level magic, but uncontrollably influencing it appeared to be a different story.

(This really is hell!! Just standing here is damaging me more than any demon ever could!!!)

“Oh, dear. Oh, my, my, my.”

Anna Kingsford placed a hand on her cheek and gave a wonderfully elegant smile. There was no bitterness in it. And even that action was enough to cause some jiggling. Kamijou would have preferred it if she yelled at him and zapped him. The unconcerned deflection of his teenage desire was far more painful. Why couldn’t she at least rebuke him?

Christian Rosencreutz stared into the middle distance.

He appeared to understand.

“If you ask this old man, the blame lies in the careless woman who chose to dress like that and jiggle everywhere.”

“N-now this is true misfortune. I can’t believe I’m getting pity from a weirdo like him…”

Kamijou hung his head and trembled with humiliation.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at the colossal boobs that symbolized his sin. He wanted to get away from here as quickly as possible. That was the only thing driving him as he somehow managed to get his legs moving again. They did choose to avoid the mystery boob mountains because they had no idea what kind of powerful enemies or traps might be waiting there.

Once Kamijou had finally shaken free of his past mistake, he managed to look out ahead again.

He saw a pair of mountains.

Of jiggling fruits.

Together, they formed a colossal butt.

“………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………My ''what'' is colossal?”

She came to a stop.

While still smiling. The dense pressure radiating from the glasses woman was intense. Kamijou hung his head and couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye. Apparently Anna Kingsford was the type to overlook a first mistake but never a second. Her warmth with the boobs had vanished.

But this was the same.

The shape, the firmness, the way the swimsuit rode up into it.

She was wearing a pareo over it, but he could tell! Because it occasionally swept backwards or blew upwards!!

CRC came to the teenager’s defense.

He roared with unclouded eyes.

“Put some clothes on before you scold the boy!! This old man is taking the boy’s side. Heh heh, ha ha ha ha ha! Why are you wearing so little over your enormous breasts and butt when this isn’t even a midsummer beach!? Gweh heh heh! Are you so unsatisfied you felt the need to seduce the poor boy!!?”

“Stop pouring oil on the fire for your own entertainment!! I’m the one who will catch all the flak for it!!” shouted Kamijou, bristling.

He took it all back. Rosencreutz might be able to enjoy himself since he was a monster, but they were up against an expert like Kingsford here. What would that curvy woman do if she got mad? A single “eek, pervert!” slap would snap Kamijou’s neck and send his head flying from his shoulders. And what happened to him if he lost his head in hell where he was already dead!?

“Boy, if you let safe and peaceful sex appeal rule the conversation, you might just be able to prevent a truly dangerous threat from rearing its ugly head.”

“Don’t give me an out, CRC. I might try to take it.”

Then the boy tried to change the subject.

While looking up at the colossal swimsuit butt.

“So what do we do now?”

The terrain wasn’t going to change into a brutal dungeon whenever he got hungry or tired and wanted a break, was it? Kamijou was worried. He only had a vague understanding of it, but wasn’t gluttony one of the Seven Deadly Sins that often appeared as bosses in video games?”