MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 253 Madoka Kaname, the Pinnacle in Her Heart
She was puzzled and muttered to herself, "Shouldn't I be dreaming?"

As a magical girl, she can use magic to heal injuries, and naturally she can also eliminate physical fatigue when needed, thus eliminating the need for sleep.

Even when she occasionally chooses to rest to relieve mental fatigue, she can instantly fall into the deepest sleep, and in just ten minutes, her body and mind can be greatly soothed.

She had long since banned those dreams that almost always brought back painful memories and added to her mental burden through self-suggestion.

But now, in this dream, she wants to wake up, but finds herself powerless and can only wander around, watching her repeated failures replay before her eyes.

However, gradually, a doubt began to rise in her heart. "Did I... really experience these cycles of reincarnation?"

Standing in the dream, she covered her forehead, trying desperately to recall how many reincarnations she had experienced, but all she could remember was a thick, suffocating fog.

Did she reincarnate a hundred times, a thousand times, or even ten thousand times, or more?

How many long-forgotten fragments are hidden in this hazy mist?

Why are there so many? So many that it's impossible to count them all.
No matter how many scenes she passed through, it only made a certain fragment of memory slightly clearer, but she had no idea how many memories were still buried behind the fog.

This feeling is like...

It was like a library so vast it defied description. Even though you could search by the index, the index itself was so large that it would take a long time to browse through it.

As I continued walking, a growing sense of mental pressure arose.

When she saw yet another Madoka Kaname die tragically before her eyes, she didn't feel despair. Instead, she felt numb, and even a strange sense of relief.

Am I numb to Xiaoyuan's pain?
Am I relieved by Xiaoyuan's death?
"Snap!" In her dream, Homura Akemi suddenly snapped off one of her little fingers.

A sharp pain, unlike anything she had ever experienced in a dream, surged from her severed finger, instantly snapping her out of her reverie, which had been numbing and disoriented by the increasing mental pressure.

"I won't allow it!" She bit her lip, and blood seeped out. "I won't allow myself to become numb to Xiaoyuan!"

Her gaze sharpened again. She looked around at the boundless fog of memories and roughly understood why her memories were so hazy.

Human spirit has its limits; an overwhelming amount of memories can overwhelm the spirit and cause the former personality to deteriorate.

This endless fog of memories is perhaps something she deliberately sealed away countless times in order to keep herself going.

Homura Akemi looked at her slightly trembling hands and sighed softly, "It seems that in this cycle of reincarnation, my memories have reached a critical point, and my spirit and my personality are about to begin to deteriorate."

"Is that why I'm trapped in a dream?"

"Wait!" She frowned again, looking at the surrounding fog of memories, a question arising in her mind: "Can I really control my own memories?"

She knew that magical girls had different wishes, and the inherent magic they acquired varied greatly, as did the abilities they could achieve.

For example, in different cycles, Sayaka Miki's inherent magic is usually healing. Injuries that require a huge amount of magic power to heal slowly for Homura Akemi can be regenerated instantly for Sayaka with only a negligible amount of magic power.

Her own time-stop magic works the same way; she can enter the time-stopping realm with only a negligible amount of magic power, something that magical girls like Sayaka could never do even if they burned all their magic power.

Of course, the ability to use magic can indeed be acquired through practice.

For example, Mami Tomoe's inherent magic is ribbon magic, which has limited offensive power, but with training, she can also master the skill of using ribbons to create guns for attack.

But the more sophisticated the magic, the more difficult it is to master.

Very few magical girls can master magic that is different from their inherent magic in their short lives; at most, they can only master some basic magic usage skills.

Even Mami Tomoe, who is almost at the top of magical girl combat power, will choose flintlock guns with simple structures whenever possible when making guns.

To directly manipulate memories, the difficulty of mastering such magic is self-evident; it would certainly not be small.

"But when exactly did I begin to practice memory manipulation magic?" Homura Akemi felt a sense of confusion.

Despite her confusion, she could indeed feel that she possessed such magic, a kind of magic that was almost instinctive.

"Never mind." She shook her head. "I should wake up; Xiaoyuan is waiting for me."

Clenching her fists, she transformed into a magical girl even in her dream.

What puzzled her was that, after she transformed in this dream, the spacetime shield that should have appeared did not materialize. Instead, a purple longbow appeared in her hand.

The Soul Gem cast a hazy light, continuing to seal the mists of those memories deep within the soul.

But just as she was about to wake up, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Amidst the resealed fog of memories, one scene stands out remarkably clearly, yet seems somewhat out of place.

The magic of manipulating memories made her instinctively sense that those memories did not belong to her.

However, that memory evoked a strong sense of intimacy and familiarity within her. She involuntarily murmured, "Mantouka?"

At the same time, she reached out and touched it.

……

The Earth's crust was shattered by an irresistible force, and magma from the depths of the mantle erupted like a bursting dam, turning the entire land a dazzling crimson.

The ocean vaporized instantly under the scorching heat of the magma, turning into clouds of water vapor at extremely high temperatures and pressures. These clouds, carrying toxic smoke and ash, condensed into thick, viscous aerogels, completely blurring the boundary between heaven and earth, as if the entire world was shrouded in a chaotic aerosol.

The enormous temperature difference triggered terrifying storms that were not seen since the beginning of time on Earth.

Massive blocks of ice, as large as skyscrapers, and cooled lava were swept up by the gale-force winds and swirled wildly through the sky at destructive speeds. Even the most advanced fighter jets would be nothing more than fragile metal torn apart in an instant in such an environment.

Homura Akemi stood in this chaotic world that seemed to have been created from nothingness, looking around in confusion and muttering to herself, "Whose memories are these...?"

Rumble…

Crimson lightning raged wildly among the dark clouds in the sky, like a giant dragon awakening, carrying terrifying energy capable of tearing the world apart.

With her self-taught knowledge of physics, Homura Akemi could clearly judge the terrifying energy contained in the thick, skyscraper-like lightning bolts, each one equivalent to the explosive yield of a nuclear bomb.

boom!
Another loud thunder exploded.

Homura Akemi attempted to manipulate magic using her own memories, trying to forcibly interfere with this memory and discover the identity of its owner.

However, for some reason, her magic had no effect whatsoever, like a stone thrown into the sea.

Boom! (Ha! I love you to death!)

Amidst the deafening roar, a familiar voice caught in the noise startled Homura Akemi.

Rumble…

With another loud bang, the thick aerogel cloud was blasted open by an unimaginable force, leaving a huge hole.

Homura Akemi's pupils contracted sharply. Through the hole, she saw two figures in the center of the cloud—two identical figures.

"Steamed bun card and steamed bun card?"

High in the distant sky, two pink and white human figures, surrounded by a flurry of cherry blossoms, were colliding violently at a speed of a hundred times the speed of sound!
His fists were like a whirlwind and a sudden downpour, his elbows like thrusting spears, and his legs like cleaving battle axes.

Two identical figures, turning almost every movement of their bodies into the most lethal weapons, collided with each other time and again with unimaginable efficiency and violence.

Where they clashed, space seemed to be distorted by the bombardment, and the thick atmosphere was blasted into a huge vacuum zone. Between the clash of fists and palms, destructive blue ripples exploded.

and many more!

They didn't use magic?
Homura Akemi murmured in disbelief.

The two little circles were engaged in pure hand-to-hand combat, and surprisingly, they weren't using any magic.
Even just observing from the sidelines in her memories, Homura Akemi, as a magical girl, can still clearly discern the presence of magic.

Because magic itself is not a physical entity, but rather an abstract existence akin to "authority," this is why she can still use magic within her own memories.

At this moment, the bodies of those two girls, who were completely devoid of magical power and should have been frail young women, were being manipulated by a terrifying and indescribable "skill," completely exceeding the limits of human physical ability.

The immense, unimaginable shock force, capable of easily igniting nuclear fusion, was dissolved and transferred layer by layer by that incredible "skill" with each physical collision, and then amplified and superimposed at the microscopic level of atoms, ultimately returning with an even more terrifying force.

And what about the cherry blossoms nearby?
No, that is the real magic, or rather, it is not magic at all, but a magical phenomenon simulated in my memory.

Tiny, arrow-like pink light arrows collided and shattered between the two, like two entangled swarms of nanobees, eroding each other's magic.

The magic power rapidly diminished during the intense collision, yet even so, the movement speed and combat performance of the two bodies, which were completely devoid of magic power, continued to soar as if there were no end in sight, climbing towards an even more terrifying realm.

Homura Akemi was somewhat bewildered, simply staring blankly at the battle between the two Madoka Kaname members in this unfamiliar memory.

If she hadn't known it was just a memory, she might have rushed forward to try and stop it.

She could only stare blankly, bewildered, as the pink cherry blossom-like magic gradually diminished and dwindled until it reached a critical point.

The soul gems on their chests dimmed, but at that moment, their battle reached a new peak.

The original speed of 100 times the speed of sound has been continuously broken, climbing to the realm of 1,000 times the speed of sound, turning into two blurry streaks of light flying and colliding at high speed in the sky.

They used this chaotic and indistinct world as their canvas, freely sketching out beautiful yet deadly lines.

The thick, murky atmosphere was blasted into huge vacuum bubbles and vortex storms that tore through steel wherever they passed.

The scorching magma earth, like the air, was easily pierced, leaving behind scorching cavitation cavities large enough to contain an entire mountain range, which were later blasted open.

What were originally just two bodies of a frail young girl, under that incredible "skill" and operation that infinitely approached the optimal solution of motion, the matter composed of cells, molecules, and atoms, the mass energy contained within them was completely released, and the flesh was gradually burned by the fire of mass energy, turning into pure energy.

But the ubiquitous thick clouds and scorching magma became the materials for them to replenish their physical damage.

Amidst this devastating bombardment, even though Homura Akemi knew it was just a memory, she couldn't help but cry out, "Manjuka?"

As the call was made, the two streaks of light flying at high speed in the sky seemed to hear it, and they quickly slowed down and landed in front of Homura Akemi.

Those were two identical Kaname Madokas, their bodies covered with glowing cracks that were slowly healing.

However, one face was beaming with excitement and fervor, while the other carried a hint of helplessness.

Looking at Homura Akemi in front of her, and then glancing at her other self who was still itching to act, Madoka Kaname said with a sigh, "Fangzheng, if you keep doing this, I'm really going to get angry!"

"Hahaha!" Fang Zheng, the magical warrior resembling Madoka Kaname, let out a hearty laugh in Madoka's characteristic soft voice. "Don't be so stingy. Isn't imitating the strong the fastest way to become strong?"

"This is wonderful! The version of yourself you remember is your peak performance!"

"It's only been a short time, and I've already reached this point, haven't I!"

(End of this chapter)