Whose youth romance story begins with a witch's trial?!

Chang Rong was so frightened by Xi Luo's hardcore science explanation, which she couldn't quite believe was true, that she immediately shrank back from the mirror. This scene made Xi Luo's mood improve for once.

However, after catching a glimpse of something that bothered Chang Rong out of the corner of her eye, she mentally prepared herself and peered over again.

When Chang Rong saw the reflection in the mirror, she froze on the spot.

The reflection in the mirror showed a gray-eyed boy who was less than 1.7 meters tall.

The boy had short white hair with sideburns hanging down to his shoulders. He wore a clean and tidy white striped shirt with a black bow tie on the front, black loose shorts with leather suspenders, and black leather platform ankle boots. At first glance, he looked like a young nobleman from a British family.

After staring at the mirror and blinking for a long time, Chang Rong finally said something:

Who is this?

—Incorrect, this guy is definitely incorrect, no… he should be called 'abnormal'!

Looking at Chang Rong, who was asking his reflection in the mirror who he was, Nikaido Hiro felt a wave of fear for his earlier attempt to extract information about his life or death from him.

Volume 1: Chapter 7. Fine, you don't have magic and I don't have magic either!

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This place originally

It's the author's nonsense.

Considering the reader's reaction later

I deleted it.

Not deleting all of them is to prevent misalignment of the posts.

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As mentioned before, Chang Rong is an ordinary student whose modeling level is rather low, and he clearly has no resemblance to the white-haired boy in the mirror who is just as detailed as the other prospective witches.

"Although the starting point I chose was terrible, the default character creation is not bad. It would be even more perfect if I could go for the style of a handsome man with two doors open. No, that would probably make my character style even more different from others."

Chang Rong muttered to herself as she stood in front of the mirror, striking a pose like JOJO.

It seems this terrible transmigration system isn't entirely useless; at least it knows to pick a decent costume for itself. After all, if it were based on Chang Rong's pre-transmigration model, it would probably look like a faceless puppet in some awful doujinshi in this environment.

Although I lost 10cm in height compared to my original height, my current size doesn't seem to affect my movement much. Reducing maladjustment is probably one of the basic bonuses of time travel, just like learning Japanese quickly.

"Yo, Nikaido-kun, is there anything else you want to ask me? I'll answer whatever you know."

—This group of people, who had been talking to themselves in front of the mirror in Ryukyu (after Tianjiu), suddenly became a bunch of inexplicably confident people with smug faces, and started talking to me in a different guise…

Hiro frowned as he looked at Chang Rong. The evidence at hand couldn't help him figure out whether this guy was a god in his own right or had just been possessed by Rhea (the prince) when he went out.

"I have no interest in asking an idiot."

Hiro waved his hand impatiently, indicating that he couldn't be bothered with his dear cellmate anymore.

"Well, I do have a question. Could you help me answer it, Nikaido-kun?"

"Go find someone else."

"You're just idling around anyway."

"It's not you who's being treated as a suspect and awaiting execution!" Hiro frowned and scolded fiercely. In her eyes, Chang Rong's 'frivolous' behavior was practically the same as deliberately picking a fight.

"Then let's organize this case, as a kind of preparation for the witch trial, shall we?"

Although Xiluo breathed on her again, Chang Rong's attitude was much more resolute this time, as if she was determined to stick to him.

"...Did Emma Sakuraba say something to you, like, 'Please help Hiro-chan, she must be feeling so helpless right now'?"

Judging from the unusual behavior of the white-haired boy in front of him, Heero could roughly guess that he must have had a brief conversation with Emma between the time he escaped from the dungeon and the time he was thrown back.

Emma Sakuraba... an extremely hypocritical, cowardly, and twisted person.

"I don't know the specifics of your situation, but as my companion who has always taken care of me, Sakura is really worried about you."

"That's just her disgusting mask—what do you know about this case?"

Hiro snorted and changed the subject, accepting Chang Rong's suggestion. It was unclear whether he simply didn't want to talk about Sakura Emma or was moved by Chang Rong's sincerity.

"Hmm... The room is white. Someone died inside, and you're lying on the floor too."

"and then?"

"The house is quite big."

"Go brush up on your text-to-image conversion skills first, then find a corner and stay quiet and don't bother me anymore...!"

"Alas?!"

Hakiro exhaled again.

—What is this person here for?! Is there any need to exchange such murky information? But speaking of information, we don't have any information at all on our side.

Hiro frowned and gritted her teeth. This sense of 'ignorance'—having no means of countermeasures against the impending execution and no understanding of the entire case—made her increasingly anxious.

Drip, drip, drip—

In an instant, the originally noisy prison cell became deathly silent, with only the sound of water dripping from the corner, like a gradually tightening noose around Hiro's neck.

"Aha……"

After an unknown amount of time, Nikaido Hiro sighed heavily as if defeated by himself, got up and walked to Chang Rong's side in the corner.

"what are you doing?"

Hiro looked down at the white-haired boy who was huddled in the corner, lost in thought, and asked him questions.

"While counting the dust, I wondered if I was really the male protagonist in Gala Gemu."

—As always, I couldn't understand what this guy was saying, but I felt a little more at ease.

Nikaido Hiro leaned against the table behind him, which was filled with strange tools, and crossed his arms in front of him.

"If what you said before is true, then you probably don't even know why the murder happened. This ignorance is incorrect, so—what do you want to know?"

"Oh, Nikaido-kun!"

Seeing that Hiro had taken the initiative to start a conversation, Chang Rong immediately perked up and quickly got up.

—I feel like I've seen this kind of scene before, except that Emma Sakuraba is more like a puppy, while this guy…

Nikaido Hiro subtly observed Chang Rong, his gaze finally settling on the white hair that fell to his shoulders.

A lop-eared rabbit...?

“Sakura-chan said that everyone is a ‘preparatory witch.’ What is a witch? And what is ‘witchification’ that you mentioned in your conversation with Hasumi (‘Prince’)?”

Chang Rong didn't beat around the bush and planned to gather as much information as possible before the Hagi Destroyer Mushroom exhaled again.

"Is it really such a basic question...? 'Preparatory Witch' is a general term for those who possess the compatibility of 'Witch Factor,' and these people can usually use non-scientific, abnormal powers called 'magic.' As for the Witch Factor, just think of it as a flu virus; it can spread and infect, but not everyone infected will develop the corresponding symptoms. From the records I know, the number of witches who can activate the Witch Factor is extremely small, the kind that can be concealed by government departments and at most circulated in a small circle as urban legends. In fact, that's exactly what they do: secretly testing for Witch Factor, containing them, and suppressing public opinion. This prison island was established to imprison 'Preparatory Witches.'"

"So, Nikaido-san, you and Sakura-san are both espers?" Chang Rong immediately extracted the key information.

"I'm sorry, I don't possess any magic. The fact that I'm here is likely due to negligence on the part of the government. I don't know how they detect carriers of the witch factor, but I imagine their accuracy isn't 100%," Hiro replied casually, shrugging.

"As for Emma Sakura, she claims to have no magic either, but I don't think the accuracy of government departments would be that low. She must be hiding information."

"Maybe it's some kind of cool ability like Imagine Breaker that you can't usually see—come to think of it, aren't I the biggest piece of evidence of the government manipulating the mint? They arrested a witch but ended up arresting a guy instead, and they even managed to mess things up!"

Chang Qunrong's mind was filled with fantasies of Sakura Emma's cool and powerful abilities (she only managed to think of 13.5 times) before she realized that she herself was completely unrelated to the so-called witch.

The original owner seemed to be a long-time resident of this prison island, which means that the government had indeed imprisoned a man there before.

"Regarding this umbrella—in reality, there is no evidence that seven men cannot be infected by witches, and you definitely possess magic, otherwise it's impossible to explain the state of Sherry and Hannah when they found you." Hiro wasn't surprised at all by Chang Rong's 'male witch' status.

Rather, the existence of 'witches' is too mysterious; who knows what they actually contain?

"Me? I really don't know what strange abilities I have. Speaking of which, what were you like when you found me?" Chang Rong looked at his palms. His palms didn't look like they could release fireballs, nor did they look like they could create Hadouken.

"You can ask Sherry for details later, she's the blue-haired girl with the magnifying glass. She and Hannah Tohno were the ones who brought you back to life. Anyway, I'm certain you used some kind of magic to 'come back to life,' and maybe 'coming back to life' is your magic—"

After speaking, Hiro glanced at Chang Rong, but didn't see any micro-expression on the white-haired boy.

—It seems Nikaido has mistaken me, this veteran or rather, this old popsicle, for a witch with magic capable of winning a resurrection match. Unfortunately for her, my resurrection mechanism is simply "transmigrating to the top of the list." Of course, even if I told her, she probably wouldn't believe me.

Chang Rong wasn't saying she was wary of others hiding information; she simply felt that people wouldn't believe that explanation.

"But it's strange. They sound like superpowered individuals, so why go to such lengths to arrest and imprison them across the entire country?"

After listening, Chang Rong felt that the government was making a mountain out of a molehill and overreacting. What was the purpose of such a big fuss, or did they have some other intention?

"No, according to that warden, the [Preparatory Witch] and the [Witch] are two seemingly similar but actually different things."

Nikaido Hiro frowned slightly and continued tutoring Chang Rong.

"A prospective witch is a human with immature magical power, but a witch... if what that owl said is true, then a witch is a symbol of calamity. She is an inhuman, twisted, immortal being that will only destroy and kill everything in her path."

Nikaido Hiro's tone gradually became more forceful.

"The process of transforming from a 'preparatory witch' into a 'witch' is called 'witchification.' During this process, although the magic and physical strength of the preparatory witch will be enhanced, their original personality will be constantly dominated by extreme emotions, and even—an uncontrollable urge to kill."

"Murder..."

"I initially thought it was just a joke, but you've seen the result, haven't you?"

Hiro looked at Chang Rong, seeking a response from the white-haired boy.

"This murder case...?" Chang Rong swallowed hard before answering.

"Meru on Ice was killed. I don't care if she was the so-called 'behind-the-scenes manipulator.' I only know that a prospective witch did indeed undergo witch transformation. She was driven by the urge to kill and thus committed murder. That thing was not right, it was evil, it was scum that had to be cleansed. In that case—I will drag that witch out, personally send her to the gallows, and witness that thing's death with my own eyes."

"Witches are evil, but I am not. I will guide this world onto the right path, and for that I will kill witches—kill all witches."

"..."

Chang Rong remained motionless, only able to watch as Nikaido Hiro's blood-red eyes blazed open as he uttered the words of the Great King Hiro, who had cleared the map and sought out the Bloodstained City.

At this moment, he could not reconcile this 'something' teetering on the edge of madness and obsession with the dignified, rational, and demure girl who had appeared just minutes before.

The Nikaido Hiro before me was more like a car that had been floored on the accelerator on a highway, its balance incredibly fragile, almost tilting to the side.

But all it takes is a single, insignificant stone, a fleeting thought. And this car, named 'Nikaido Hiro,' will instantly crumble and be destroyed beyond repair.

Based on what I've just learned, that stone is called "Witch Transformation."

Looking at the unfamiliar Nikaido Hiro in front of him, Chang Rong suddenly realized something.