Kamisato Kakeru was introduced as an antagonist of To Aru Majutsu no Index: New Testament Volume 14. He possess the power in his right hand which is called "World Rejector". Before events of Vol.14 he was an ordinary highschool boy in an ordinary town. Until, he started to notice that some power was affecting him. After that, he became acquainted with the world of magic and science.
“I haven’t checked on any of the details, but based on what Kamisato himself said, there is a connection between the origins of Imagine Breaker and World Rejecter.”
Imagine Breaker protects, restores, and clings to the existing world. It is a collection of that ideal.”
While wrapped in her bandages, Nephthys breathed the heated breath of the sickly.
“The World Rejecter inside Kamisato’s right hand is the exact opposite. His hand has the ability to cast his target into a ‘new world’ and erase their existence. In other words, it abandons and gives up on the current world to take a trip to another world. It is a collection of that illusion.”
“My World Rejecter has the power to exile people to the excess region in the same timeline. It affects anyone whose conflicting desires cause them to cling to the current world while also wishing for a new world. In other words, your efforts here are useless. It doesn’t matter how much power you have or how many strategies you’ve put together.”
“If the one who made that power has a wavering heart that can’t focus on a single path, then my World Rejecter will react to everything related to that individual. It will be exiled and blown away. Give up. You chose to join forces with the wrong person.”
Kamisato demonstrates how WR works, and how it seduce a Magic God:
It came from the index and middle finger of someone’s right hand.
They plunged into the center of Niang-Niang’s flat chest and stabbed in up to the second joint.
She looked utterly confused.
There was no pain. She could not tell why she had been stabbed.In fact, how had someone approached right in front of her without her noticing? And who were they anyway?
She did not have time to ask those questions.
True destruction awaited her.
At first, Nephthys thought Niang-Niang’s pulse was escaping to the outside world, but that was not what it was.
(She’s being absorbed?)
Nephthys tensed as she saw something unbelievable.
The fact that a Magic God was reacting like a frightened animal was enough for her to tremble.
(Niang-Niang is… A Magic God is being absorbed!?)
Her frightening thoughts were cut off by a soft voice.
It was a common sort of kind voice found in any city. It belonged to a boy of a mid-sized build with brown hair. The great gap between what was happening and the person doing it just about short-circuited Nephthys’s mind.
“I am not absorbing her. Nor am I taking anything from her. I am simply giving her salvation. But only to the person who believes that this is salvation.”
She doubted her ears when she heard that unbelievable word.
She grew even more confused when she saw Niang-Niang’s face.
That Magic God girl had always been by her side.
Her expression was not one of fear, doubt, or confusion.
It was swollen with tranquility.
She was smiling.
“Heh…heh heh. It’ll finally be over. I’ll finally be freed. I…I…!! Nephthys, this is amazing! I…ahh…I’ve never felt so relieved!! Ah ha ha ha ha!!”
Something inside her was clearly absorbed, the size of her body visibly shrank, and she became nothing but the external skin. But that was what made it so strange. It was just like how certain wasps numbed their prey’s nerves before feasting on them. The mismatch between the external phenomenon and the bliss in her mind released a joyful voice from the girl.
“A new world.”
The brown-haired boy readily spoke while crushing Niang-Niang like a milk carton.
“My right hand is a collection of such dreams. I believe its name was…yes, World Rejecter.”
“You can’t. You can’t possibly. Parallel worlds don’t-…”
“Yes, the world is ultimately a straight line like the rubber string nailed onto pachinko machines. There is no infinite expanse of parallel worlds. But at the same time, the world is a rubber string. It can stretch or contract like time or space. The world we know has a surprising amount of waste. It’s like using only ten frames when using sixty fps film. No one will notice if you stick some subliminal footage in using two or three of the leftover frames. This is what you wished for, isn’t it? You Magic Gods wished for this even though you knew it could never come true. You checked the farthest reaches of the universe and all of the piled-up phases and you realized there was nothing new left. But if it was possible, you wished to leave behind this troublesome world and spread your wings in a new world no one else knows of.”
Nephthys realized she could no longer hear Niang-Niang’s voice.
In fact, her flat skin and China dress were gone too.
She had been absorbed and consumed before disappearing to some distant place.
“Oh? I had thought she was hiding the weapons up her sleeves, but it looks like she wasn’t. So she was transforming her fingertips. Well, it is true the sages were incarnations of transcending the human body.”
Nephthys knew this was very bad.
But not because of the boy’s strange attack. Even after what she had seen and all the caution filling her, she still felt somewhat jealous, she wanted to try it herself, and she thought it looked interesting. Would the same fate await her if that absorption exceeded her own limits? No matter how much power she wielded, would she be robbed of any desire to resist and would she be helplessly “exiled”? Would she be like a bug drawn in by a bug zapper and fried? Would she be like a bug that slid into the acid after being drawn in by the sweet scent of a carnivorous plant?
Kamisato stated that he absorbed other Magic Gods (who are Multiversal) before Niang-niang:
“What about Tezcatlipoca, Nuada, and Proserpina!?”
“I don’t know their names or what they look like.”
“What happened to all the others!?”
“How would it have helped me to remember the exact number?”
That normal boy clenched and opened the right hand that had eliminated Niang-Niang.
Like a poor attempt at sleight of hand, something heavy fell down with a clunk.
It was a prosthetic left arm made of silver.
Nephthys was dumbfounded.
She knew the name of that god of Celtic mythology. She knew the legend of the one who had been forced to step down from the throne of the head god after losing an arm, but who had regained that throne after obtaining an artificial arm.
She also knew how that silver arm was truly used and what the god who wielded it looked like.
“Anyway, I went around consuming everyone I saw who looked like a Magic God. The only ones I missed were…what were their names again? Zombie, High Priest, and…Othinus? Was that it? I don’t remember, so I can’t really say.”
Those were hopeless words.
Not to mention that he did not include Nephthys’s name on that list.
“Now, what to do about you?”
He truly was speaking on a whim.
Just having him turn his right palm her way was enough for unpleasant sweat to appear on Nephthys’s chocolate skin. It was a mad sweat brought by a mixture of fear and joy.
Kamisato negated the reality-warping from Nephthys:
She was surrounded by the deafening sound of thousands of insect wings scraping together. In an instant, her brown silhouette blurred. Her divinity had been created based on the crying woman who was paid to take part in funerals. In this case in particular, that referred to the thousands or tens of thousands of servants who were buried alive in the pyramid for the pharaoh’s burial.
That made Nephthys different from the other Magic Gods. The others had thoroughly honed their powers as an individual, but she had specialized her power as something that could be separated, split apart, cut away, and swapped out.
In other words, she held it in reserve.
Even after being hit by Aleister’s weakening spell, she still had enough power to swap out the phase just once.
She bit her lip while aware she was at the disadvantage even as a god.
(Embed the phase, change the world, and use that power to crush-…)
The voice of her heart was cut off.
She heard a tremendous explosion of sound and her phase was crushed.
It was squeezed and crushed.
To a third party, it may have looked like the entire scene wavered like a mirage, but this was something else entirely. That did not explain anything, but it was the only way of expressing it. Nephthys froze in place when she saw it and the boy simply clenched his right hand and opened it once more. It almost looked like he was giving her a greeting.
In other words, he could reject and kill even a Magic God using her full power.
The normal boy tried to crack his neck, found he could not, frowned, and waved his right hand horizontally.
That was all he did.
Strength and distance meant nothing this time.
Kamisato doesn't need necessary touch an opponent to absorb him:
An arm that was far from thick was casually swung in the darkness.
It was World Rejecter.
That mysterious power could instantly kill a full-power Magic god if it hit.
But even when faced by that, Kamijou Touma ducked while still running to just barely dodge the deadly strike.
At this point, Kamisato Kakeru finally gave off a hint of unease.
Kamijou did not wait for him to recover.
As if making a low tackle, he threw his full body weight into Kamisato’s hips. A dull sound rang out, the two of them flew over the railing, and a slight sense of floating enveloped them.
(I don’t know World Rejecter’s range, but how does he aim it?)
In the instant of weightlessness, Kamijou thought through his predictions.
(He doesn’t actually touch whatever it is like I do. That wouldn’t allow him to attack long range. Then is it anything he sees? Anything he points at? No, it isn’t those either. If so, he wouldn’t have caused a blackout before the attack. He would have wanted to increase his field of vision.)
He almost seemed to be whispering as his confident voice shot out to give the answer.
“You use the shadow cast by your arm to determine World Rejecter’s effective range! That’s why you wanted to shut down the lights before your attack!! That way you control the only light sources and you can freely determine the direction and size of your shadow!!”
Kamisato states that WR can even erase a sun or black hole if certain condition are met:
As he spoke, Kamisato Kakeru casually closed the loosely opened fingers of his right hand.
And a moment later, the wind turbine Patricia was leaning against was “devoured” from partway up.
She had no idea what had just happened.
She was so confused that she did not even feel fear as the remnants collapsed in another direction.
She felt something intense prickling on her skin.
Kamisato continued speaking without a change of expression.
“You can see how powerful it is. Although the conditions it needs can be a little tricky. But as long as those conditions are met, can erase anything from this world, even a Magic God. …It technically isn’t killing them, but the result is pretty much the same. If separating two people so they can never see each other again is what you would call death, then World Rejecter brings death to all things.”
“I can guarantee you it brings no pain. I’ve never tried it on myself, but based on those who have been kept alive for a bit, hope for a new world fills their heart. It can’t fail. As long as the conditions are met, it can erase even the sun or a black hole in a single blow. And it does not leave a gruesome corpse. No one will have to discover you. And while I can’t tell you what lies on ‘the other side’, I can at least tell you there’s something there. Death does not take away everything and erase every last trace of you.”
Countless metal containers stabbed into the asphalt one after another. They opened up like dice unfolding into a two-dimensional diagram, revealing a great variety of weaponry. They arranged themselves around the golden retriever and quickly connected to him.
“This was not meant to be used on someone like you.”
A slender arm unrelated to the weaponry placed a cigar in his mouth as he spoke.
“Hey, have you ever heard of the Anti-Art Attachment?”
Kamisato’s answer was simple.
He was already aware.
With no surprise or other emotion in his voice, Kamisato Kakeru gathered new strength in his limp arm and swung his right hand horizontally.
More than half of the weaponry surrounding Kihara Noukan were erased.
Kamisato reacts to laser beams, plasma cannons and guided missiles and erases along with the rest of weaponry:
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