Sorry, you scumbag woman, you can do whatever you want.

"Mr. Mebius, did... Homura... kiss... no, did she bully you?"

"No." Mebius scoffed, refusing to acknowledge the fact. She would let Homura Akemi know that it was wrong to disobey her superiors once she had increased her strength.

Kaname Madoka looked at the unusually stubborn Mr. Möbius, opened her mouth slightly, but still chose not to ask. She simply raised her hand and held Möbius's hand silently.

……

...

school.

noon.

after class.

During her break, Madoka Kaname took the initiative to go and have a private chat with Homura Akemi, and they went to the corner of the stairs.

"What's wrong, Madoka?" Homura Akemi's cool and pretty face revealed a slight smile as she looked at Madoka Kaname, who was somewhat flustered and nervous. She used an attitude that was both very close and yet maintained a certain distance, making it impossible for Madoka to ask her... overly private questions.

Of course, she knew it didn't make much sense.

"In the morning," Madoka Kaname took a deep breath and asked Homura Akemi, "Homura, did you stop time and... do something excessive to Möbius-sensei?"

"What do you mean by 'excessive'?" Homura Akemi asked, feigning confusion. Madoka Kaname then slightly raised her hand and placed it on her lips.

The atmosphere fell silent.

"Have we been found out?" Homura Akemi lowered her eyes and admitted the truth. "Actually, Professor Möbius and I are in a teacher-student relationship."

At this point, she added another sentence.

"But I like Madoka the most."

Shikamaoka: "..."

For some reason, she suddenly lost interest in asking further questions. She just looked at Xiaoyan's dark eyes with a difficult expression and pursed her lips.

Then, he managed to utter a sentence.

"Teacher-student relationships are wrong."

"What if Madoka's relationship is also a teacher-student romance?" Homura Akemi asked Madoka Kaname, then shook her head. "If you want to criticize others, you have to be... right yourself."

"Homura, you've misunderstood," Madoka Kaname explained anxiously. "My relationship with Professor Möbius isn't what you think."

"..." Homura Akemi didn't speak, her black eyes seemed to see through Madoka Kaname's heart, then she turned and left, disappearing.

Madoka Kaname, who remained where she was, touched her chest, feeling somewhat... puzzled. She did have feelings for Professor Mebius, but it wasn't a teacher-student relationship.

But why was Homura Akemi so certain?

……

...

night.

The cool moonlight, accompanied by a gentle breeze, wafted through the window, slightly parting the curtains and illuminating the dimly lit bedroom.

Homura Akemi sat on the edge of the bed, her posture exceptionally elegant. Her black pearl-like eyes gazed at Mebius's delicate and pretty face, but she seemed somewhat... listless.

The person in front of her was indeed Mebius himself, but... it was a young girl version. In order to prevent her from doing what the jockey Mezu did, she had deliberately regressed her physical age to that of an eight or nine-year-old girl.

So cute! Sitting on a chair, her little legs swinging gently, her green hair cascading down, and her delicate little face smiling, she makes you want to... immediately hug her and cherish her.

However, what she wanted was not the lovely Mebius.

Instead, he wanted to despise the jockey Mebius.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?" Mebius's childish voice rang out, his emerald green eyes fixed on Homura Akemi's cool and pretty face.

She simply couldn't believe that Homura Akemi would dare to harm herself at this stage.

"..." Homura Akemi looked at the young girl of Möbius without expression and sighed softly. She knew Möbius's personality. If she tried to coerce or use him, he would definitely not compromise.

No matter how badly she described the future, Mebius's pride would not allow him to compromise. On the contrary, he would firmly believe that he would be able to find out the truth for himself in the future.

And, to solve all crises on their own.

Of course, the more important point is that Möbius is not easy to fool. Although she can use information asymmetry to briefly outsmart Möbius, she has no way to deceive this being at the pinnacle of human intelligence.

The two people's IQs are not on the same level.

“In fact, the truth is quite simple,” Homura Akemi explained. “In the first cycle of reincarnation, you also chose the Infinite Spirit Rank, and you collaborated with others to create a ritual, using the Imaginary Tree of your world as tentacles to explore the Seat, attempting to gain control of its power.”

"As you can probably guess, there's only one seat. It's inevitable that conflicts will arise between you and those you cooperate with. You died... no, it's that you used part of the seat's power, as well as the spirit of the Infinite Serpent, to start an endless cycle of reincarnation. As long as you don't win and achieve the ending you want, the cycle will continue forever until you get the solution you desire."

"Is that so?" Mebius didn't seem very surprised. She had also practiced the endless cycle of reincarnation in the Inuyasha world, except... in her first reincarnation, she ultimately practiced it in many different worlds.

"Who... is the person I'm working with?"

“Othinus,” Homura Akemi replied calmly, “is the one who… developed the ritual with you, and then fought the Eternal End War with you.”

"Then how do I obtain my memories from before the cycle of reincarnation?" Mebius continued to ask, only to see Homura Akemi gently shake her head, then nod.

"It's either about overcoming despair or expanding one's spiritual power to a certain extent."

"What if I wished to become a witch right now?" Mebius asked, "and then actively transformed into a witch to overcome despair?"

“With each cycle of reincarnation, the karma you accumulate becomes increasingly vast,” Homura Akemi calmly replied. “If you were to become a witch, the weight of that despair would likely be… infinite.”

“Endless despair?” Mebius chuckled. “It’s quite amusing. No matter how you look at it, it seems like if I wished to become a magical girl, I would definitely die.”

“But if you can overcome infinite despair,” Homura Akemi said earnestly, “then you will also be qualified to truly reach the Contact Seat.”

Chapter 233

Make a wish and become a god, Madoka!

"The qualifications to make contact?" Möbius frowned. "Even across hearts filled with infinite despair, one cannot reach this seat?"

"I don't know." Homura Akemi shook her head gently. She had never actually been in contact with the seat; she only knew about it from other people's accounts.

However, the description given by this bystander was extremely vague, lacking any concrete details.

You have to experience it for yourself.

However, without sufficient strength and preparation, the next time you make contact with the seat... it would be tantamount to suicide.

"Did I say before that there are any conditions required for the contact seat?" Möbius asked again.

"It requires relative infinity," Homura Akemi replied immediately. She remembered very clearly that the condition for contacting the seat was that both body and mind had to reach infinity; otherwise, the only outcome would be annihilation.

"However, even with these conditions, I myself am not sure whether I can succeed," she added.

Even the strongest among those seated closest to the throne are unaware of this.

“It’s alright, this much intelligence is enough.” Möbius shook his head slightly, not caring much, and jumped down from the chair with both hands on his hands.

Then, she spoke with her back to Homura Akemi.

"I already know what to do."

"I haven't finished speaking yet." Homura Akemi reached out, grabbed Mebius's petite hand, and forcibly pulled the young version of Mebius into her arms.

"First of all, no matter how tempting the conditions Othinus offers, you must not agree to them. Even if it's seduction or a promise to create a perfect world for you, do not agree to any of them."

"Secondly, never risk touching the seat before you have overcome despair and retrieved all your memories."

"Finally, whatever you do, don't walk into a trap." She whispered seductively in Möbius's ear as he struggled to break free.

"A demon only acts according to its own desires."

"Wait, what are you trying to do?!" Mebius's beautiful eyes widened, and she began to tense up. "I'm just an eight or nine-year-old child. You'd have to shoot me a hundred times, ten thousand times, and that wouldn't be enough!"

“The law can’t touch me,” Homura Akemi replied immediately, then added softly, “Besides, I can stretch out Professor Möbius’s physical age to a legal degree.”

“…” Mebius was silent for a moment, then began to struggle, but the slender hands holding her in his arms tightened their grip.

"Whether it's an adult teacher or a little girl's teacher, it doesn't matter, because I... like them all." Homura Akemi whispered gently, expressing her feelings, even though it sounded somewhat twisted.

However, all of this was influenced by Mebius in the past.

"Hmph, do you think I didn't expect this?" Mebius scoffed, answering under Homura Akemi's beautiful gaze.

"Xiao Yuan is already outside the door."

"It's alright, I can stretch it infinitely until I'm satisfied." Homura Akemi didn't care. Through numerous reincarnations, her understanding of time had become extremely thorough.

but.

“What if it were Madoka who became a god?” Mebius chuckled. “Even without awakening as a magical girl, with the right ritual, it’s still possible to give Madoka power that’s almost at its peak.”

"..." Homura Akemi frowned, hesitated slightly, briefly weighed the pros and cons, and then observed the past timeline.

Then, a decision was made.

Driven by the power of time, the little girl's figure transformed into that of a young woman, and then, it came to a stop.

That night, they intertwined, their fingers clasped, their feet entwined, their lips and teeth touching, their bodily fluids exchanging.

very long.

long time.