Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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"That means no."

“Of course, there are too many eccentric and bizarre churches for me to keep track of.” Rebecca pouted. “They don’t seem as good as the Earth Cat Cult or the Flying Spaghetti Cult.”

Upon hearing this, Xiangzi finally calmed down.

She and Miaomeng exchanged a glance and nodded together.

"Let's go outside and talk alone for a while, don't run away," Miao Meng told Rebecca, and followed Xiangzi outside.

As soon as he stepped outside, Xiangzi couldn't help but ask:

"So the Ode to Praise only exists in Kamibama, and was it created by Medien?"

"Now it seems very likely that is the case."

Why would she do something like this in Kamihama?

“Then you’ll have to ask her yourself.” Meow Dream shrugged. “But based on the information we have so far, I think that the countries or regions affected by Medien are actually the same as the ‘Ode to Magical Girls’ in nature. It’s just that Medien needs a name in Kamihama to unite these scattered magical girls together.”

"..."

"Why are you suddenly silent? Is something wrong?"

"No, you're absolutely right. I'm amazed that you could come to such a conclusion even though you didn't actually experience the conversation with those two people... It's quite remarkable."

"Don't play the riddle game! Who are those two people? Ahmed, and who else?"

“The leader of the eulogist faction in Kamihama, Mami Tomoe.” Xiangzi explained to her in detail what happened in Kamihama. “When I was interrogating Ahmed, he said the exact same things as when I faced Mami Tomoe… even my subconscious frustration and response were exactly the same.”

“After I pressed them several times, they all showed the question of ‘why I did this in the first place,’ and then asked me very seriously why things turned out this way. However, after experiencing the question, Mami completely sided with the Flower of Destruction, while Ahmed was killed by me.”

Xiangzi raised his head and suddenly showed some fear.

"Meow Dream, could it be that I was actually influenced by Medion without even realizing it?"

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 587 Bickering

A dozen minutes later, Xiangzi and Miaomeng returned to the small house.

Rebecca stayed there obediently without thinking of running away. If she did, she would be immediately entangled by Mutsu's threads. While Xiangzi and Miaomeng were talking outside, Mutsu was watching her from the shadows.

The fact that she didn't consider running away proves that Rebecca is indeed someone worth looking forward to.

But then again, Miaomeng didn't actually know Xiangzi's next plan. She looked up at the increasingly glaring sky. On days when the sun couldn't be seen, the pale white sky was actually too dazzling to look at directly, and she wondered how long this gloomy weather would last.

"Hey, Meow Dream." Xiangzi walked to her side and nudged her waist with his elbow. "Something came up."

"For all the help I gave you just now, please call me Miaomeng, okay?" Miaomeng said in a sweet, coquettish voice.

"not good."

"Then let me hug you, okay?" Miao Meng suddenly turned around and was about to hug him. "Being arrogant won't work, Xiangzi~ Anyway, I'll always get something in return from you."

"Get off!"

Boom!

With a skillful over-the-shoulder throw, Miao Meng landed face down on the hard floor, suffering a significant impact from her spine to her lungs, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

An ordinary person would probably have been killed by Xiangzi, and even a magical girl would be unable to move for a while.

But who is Yutenji Wakana? She's the kind of person who can scratch a splinter in her head and comment on the quality of wood.

It's delicious and I love it, I'll come back again and again.

When Miaomeng lost consciousness, she had this disgusting expression on her face.

Xiangzi took two steps back in disgust, and got up on his own after the spinning stars on Miaomeng's head disappeared.

"Are you a pervert?" Xiangzi looked at her as if she were trash. "Dirty thing."

"Even if it's dirty, it's still mud under your fingernails." After getting up, Miaomeng still wanted to crawl to Xiangzi's feet and hug her leg. "You'll never be able to shake me off again!"

Fortunately, Xiangzi had already prepared for the attack and jumped back to avoid Miaomeng's groping hand.

"Disgusting..." Xiangzi's expression of disgust became even more undisguised. It was no longer the look he had for ordinary garbage; it was as if he were looking at a lump of kitchen waste that had no recycling value and reeked of rotten salted fish.

"Hey, didn't you say 'Leave your life to me' yourself? I never said anything bad about you back then." Miao Meng raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily.

"..." Xiangzi fell silent, a look of surprise on his face. "I didn't expect you to say something like that."

"What do you think I'll say?" Meow Dream tilted her head.

“I thought you would say, ‘Say a few more insults.’”

"Do you really think I'm that perverted? I was just teasing you!" Miao Meng angrily gave Xiangzi the middle finger, slowly got up from the ground, and dusted off her skirt. "Besides, weren't you the one who came to me first?"

"right."

"What do you mean 'Oh, right'? Have you forgotten yourself?"

"Ahem..." Xiangzi's face flushed slightly. He turned his head and cleared his throat. "Give me some time to reply to Desuwa..."

"Huh? You really forgot?!"

"Forgot to mention it's not important," Xiangzi said, hands on his hips, steam rising from his head. "Besides, wasn't it all because of your meddling that I forgot?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes, you can blame it on me again." Meow Dream raised her hands in surrender.

"Isn't that of course!"

"No way! No one forgets what they were going to say!"

"If you hadn't stirred things up, who would have forgotten!"

"How did we come full circle again?! Is your logic a Möbius strip?"

......

For the next five minutes, the topic really did resemble a Möbius strip, just like Miaomeng described. Before we could even exchange two sentences, it was back to "It's all your fault," it was practically...

It's like a couple arguing.

When Xiangzi finally realized what had happened, the conversation abruptly ended. Her face flushed, she turned her head to the other side and said she needed to calm down, not knowing whether it was from anger or something else.

Miao Meng seemed a little unsatisfied.

cough cough.

"So what exactly do you want to discuss with me?" Miao Meng shrugged and asked Xiangzi, who looked like an angry girlfriend, with a helpless expression. "You're not just here to argue with me, are you?"

If it weren't for you—

"—Stop, stop, stop! Don't start again!"

“…I just came to ask what your thoughts are on the upcoming itinerary, desuwa.” Xiangzi raised one hand to cross her arms and said softly, “I want to go back to Casablanca first, and then consider the rest after Chu Hua Hailing arrives.”

"What opinion? What opinion could there be? We'll just listen to you."

"I don't know, I just felt I should ask for your opinion," Xiangzi said. "It can't always be just me having the final say."

"...What's wrong?" Miaomeng leaned closer and touched Xiangzi's forehead with the back of her hand. "Do you have a fever?"

"I'm serious!" Xiangzi clapped his hands. "I feel that from now on, I can't just say whatever I want."

"why?"

"Because I might have been influenced by Medine! Didn't I just tell you that?"

“Sigh…” Miao Meng sighed, rubbing her forehead. “But you’ve never had any direct contact with her. You’ve only seen what she looks like on a search engine, right?”

"Indirectly? Did she 'infect' me through Mami and Ahmed? There aren't many people in Kamibama who have seen Medien's true face either." Shoko seemed a little anxious, pacing around in front of Meowmon. "...We have no idea what Medien did to these people, what she can do to us, or if I've really been influenced by her. I don't even know if the appearance of Nirvana Number Twenty-Seven is really related to her. Time is running out, my mind is a complete mess, and I don't know what to do."

"Wait a minute."

“The reed marshes will be destroyed in just over ten days. It's understandable that I'm a little anxious,” Xiangzi frowned, continuing to pace around. “Don't you feel any urgency? Are you here for tourism? Going to Casablanca and other places… you should be doing something during this time…”

Suddenly, something warm covered her head, and Xiangzi instinctively stopped in her tracks. She looked up and saw Miaomeng placing her hand on her head, as if pressing down on a roly-poly toy.

"Okay, so you just want a 'conclusion,' right?" Miao Meng smiled helplessly. "You're starting to doubt yourself, so you need someone to give you feedback and prove your self-doubt."

"That's not the case."

“That’s what I see. You want me to give you some advice to prove that you really did something wrong.” Miao Meng reluctantly let go of her hand on Xiangzi’s head. “But I’m going to go against the grain. I think it’s good to go back to Casablanca first. You should rest for a while and give Rebecca time to contact her boss.”

"Haste makes waste; you have to learn to relax."

Xiangzi's shoulders slumped, and he breathed a sigh of relief, saying:

"Okay, let's go back to Casablanca first."

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 588 Casablanca

Xiangzi was having another dream.

She opened her eyes, and before her was still that "big pot," inside which lay all sorts of charred, withered bodies, curled up like shrimp under the high temperature, their unyielding bones protruding from their crispy skin. The difference was, however, that there were some new things in the pot now.

For example, there was a witch who was huge and looked like a withered, emaciated monkey; Ahmed, who was not cooked but stared wide-eyed and muttered, "Why did it turn out like this..."; and many more children who were riddled with bullets and turned into tattered sacks.

She remembered seeing countless corpses like this when she left the mansion, and one or two more pasted on the wall, supposedly done by Rebecca.

Dreams reflect reality; it seems that this statement is indeed true.

Speaking of which, how did she fall asleep? Sure enough, she can never remember when she fell asleep when she dreams. Her memories before falling asleep are not just vague, but completely blank. The only thing that has become incredibly clear lately is that she is dreaming.

Xiangzi walked slowly around the mass grave. She had gotten used to the disgusting smell of burning flesh and no longer frowned as she walked.

Oblivionis and Somniorum crouched at the edge of the mass grave, seemingly waiting for her to return.

During this period of idle time, they seemed to be... playing cards?

“Cost piles up for special external combustion, external combustion takes effect, is there a problem?” Oblivionis said.

“C2 Chain Card: Little Mermaid. Summon this card from your hand and send three cards from the top of your Deck to the Graveyard.” Somniorum smiled and flipped over a card in his hand. “Is there something you need?”

“C3 Ash Blossom.” Oblivionis snapped up a new card.

"C4 Zhu Guang's announcer, discard the ancient vanguard in your hand, is there anything else?" Somniorum smiled gently.

“C5 tomb finger”.

"C6 Green Light, Lost Extraterrestrial Life."

"You have more?!"

"Hmm~" Somniorum pursed her lips happily, opening her empty hands. "Is there something you need~"

"N-nothing...it's okay...it passed." Oblivionis was covered in sweat.

After a flurry of dazzling actions, half of Somniorum was filled with all sorts of cards. Oblivionis tossed aside the remaining two cards, lay down on the ground, and covered his eyes with the back of his hand.

"As expected, the second-best in the world still can't beat the best in the world. I'm quitting!"

"...What are you playing? I don't remember ever playing anything like this." Xiangzi stood beside them with his arms crossed, raising his eyebrows.

I think about it every day and dream about it at night.

But she hadn't even thought about it; she didn't recognize these little pieces of paper at all.

“Yes, do you remember that shop assistant who tried to lure you in when you were still homeless, holding up a sign that said ‘Card Duel’?” Oblivionis turned to look at her. “Then you said, ‘I can’t afford a deck, sorry,’ and left.”

"..."

“If you had gone in with that girl, your life might not have been so hard. After all, they’re supposedly magical playing cards that house some kind of ‘card spirit.’” Oblivionis shrugged.

"Who would believe that?" Xiangzi snorted and sat down cross-legged. "So, why are you two still here?"

“Because this is your shallow dream, we can only stay here.” Somniorum gave a helpless yet gentle smile.

“Otherwise, we’ll have to go back to the bottom.” Oblivionis chimed in.

"Then let me ask another question. Why are my dreams still like this?" Xiangzi was clearly very unhappy with his dreams.

too ugly.

Also disgusting.

The environment was terrible and monotonous.

“You think about things all day, that’s normal.” Oblivionis said, then suddenly asked, “Speaking of which, what do you think dreams are?”

“Dreams are a continuation of reality, a projection of the subconscious... and for witches, they are also a barrier.” Xiangzi replied with the standard answer.

“It’s the same for people, dreams are barriers.” Oblivionis held up one index finger.