A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

The wind chains seemed to come alive, instantly wrapping around her limbs and torso, slamming her hard against the heavy bridge pier, and pinning her there firmly.

"Dangdang!"

The M249 machine gun fell to the ground.

Homura Akemi struggled to raise her left arm and spin the round shield, but the binding force of the wind was astonishing; she felt her bones creaking under the pressure.

The barrier that had stopped time shattered with a roar due to the magic's interruption, and the world regained its color and sound.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." Ichiri walked towards Homura Akemi, who was nailed to the bridge pier. "I... I really didn't want to be violent... You forced me to..."

As the pink-haired monster, muttering incomprehensible words, drew closer and closer.

Homura Akemi bit her lip hard, and for the first time, a look of despair, a sense of powerlessness, flashed in her eyes.

What do you want to do to me?

"I won't hurt you..." Ichiri bit her lip. "I just want to help you forget some things..."

Homura Akemi's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Forget your memories?"

The girl wants to erase her memories.

Homura Akemi's expression instantly turned cold.

In her life, the word "memory" carried more weight than any weapon.

She has experienced nearly a hundred reincarnations, each time starting over with the memories of the previous one.

Memory is her only weapon, and also her only bond with Xiaoyuan.

If someone tries to take away her memories, it's no different from killing her.

After a moment of silence, Homura Akemi slowly uttered a sentence.

"You won't succeed."

Chapter 252 The Uniqueness of Time

As soon as Homura Akemi finished speaking, the entire scene shattered like a mirror struck by a giant hammer, instantly breaking into countless tiny gray light spots.

In reality, Homura Akemi opened her eyes, her forehead already beaded with cold sweat.

Three steps behind her, a woman in a dark cloak was leaning against the railing.

Those scenes were shown to her by the woman in the cloak.

A kind of "precognition" ability that projects events that will happen in the next few tens of minutes directly into the mind.

Homura Akemi looked down at her hands.

The scene of the pink-haired girl moving freely in her time-stopped state, which I foresaw, is still etched on my retina.

"Those things just now...were the future?"

The woman explained, "Yes, this is a fact that will happen in the future."

"If you stay here, that pink-haired girl will follow the traces of your magic and come here, and then, just like what was shown in the video."

After calming herself down, Homura Akemi asked.

Who exactly is that person?

She recalled the unreasonable magic in the video, and the other person's behavior.

"There has never been such a character in magical girls."

The woman in the black robe pulled down her hood and shook her head slightly.

"do not know."

"You showed me all this, yet you say you don't know anything about it?"

"My vision is not omniscient."

The woman in the black robe sighed.

"That pink-haired girl is like a blind spot that appeared out of nowhere in my memory archives and timeline deduction. I can't find out about her past, nor can I see where she will end up."

The woman paused, then looked up, her gaze passing through the shadow of her hood as she looked at Homura Akemi.

"However, one thing I'm certain of is that I'm no match for her. Even with you by my side, we still wouldn't stand a chance."

This statement carries significant weight.

Homura Akemi had witnessed the cloaked woman's abilities over the past few days. The woman possessed some kind of causal interference ability, capable of directly manipulating existence itself. This power was unheard of in the magical girl genre; even Kyubey had never mentioned a similar concept.

The fact that someone like that said "I can't beat her" implies that the pink-haired girl's authority, in terms of causality, is at least no lower than that of the cloaked woman.

"So what's your suggestion?" Homura Akemi asked.

"She hasn't found this place yet, let's go first."

"Walk?"

Retreat was not difficult for Homura Akemi, but the way the enemy was tracking her was a big problem.

"What's the point of leaving?"

"She can track me using remnants of magic; even if I leave this place, she'll definitely catch up."

"Don't worry." The woman in black chuckled softly. "I've already taken care of this potential problem for you."

Homura Akemi frowned slightly.

"Solve it? What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that I have conceptually eliminated 'Akami Homura from this timeline'."

"Or to be more precise, I went back to the moment you were born and completely erased the 'you' that should have existed in this original world."

Upon hearing this, Homura Akemi instantly drew a pistol and pressed it against the black-robed woman's forehead.

"You killed me?"

Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, the woman in the black robe curled her lips into a smile again.

"Don't be nervous. If you die, who's pointing a gun at me now?"

The woman reached out and pushed the gun barrel aside.

"I simply used a trick based on the laws of spacetime. I erased the Homura Akemi from this original timeline, but you are Homura Akemi from another timeline, so naturally you won't be affected,"

"As for that person, the target she was tracking was already in a state of 'death,' the causal link was broken, and naturally she could no longer track you."

Homura Akemi slowly lowered her hand that was holding the gun.

This method of freely replacing herself from different timelines like parts perfectly aligns with her understanding of witches and the laws of time and space.

For Xiaoyuan's sake, hasn't she been doing similar things herself?

Homura Akemi raised the most fatal question.

"You can not only travel to the future, but also erase a person's birth point on the timeline, so why don't you just go to the source and erase that pink-haired girl?"

Since that pink-haired girl is the biggest threat, and since the woman in black robes has the ability to kill people, why is she hiding here in such a sorry state?

Upon hearing this question, the woman in the black robe shook her head.

"I've done it."

“When I realized she was a huge threat, my first reaction was to go back to any point in time when she might have existed and erase her existence. Infancy, childhood, or even before her parents met.”

"But they all failed."

Homura Akemi frowned. "Your ability is ineffective against her?"

The woman in the black robe explained to Homura Akemi, "That girl is 'unique' in the long river of time."

Homura Akemi remained silent, waiting for what would happen next.

"Ordinary people, including you and me, have countless clones in different timelines and parallel worlds. It's like a tree with countless leaves; if you pick one, there's another one. I can cut off the branch you're on at will."

"But that pink-haired girl...she doesn't have other timelines."

"The past, present, and future exist simultaneously for her."

"You can think of her as a nail that pierces through all the layers of time. No matter which time segment you intervene from, she is already there. Because her 'past' and 'future' are the same thing."

"So time-based magic is like a toy to her."

"The uniqueness of the timeline." Homura Akemi uttered these words.

Have you heard of it?

"No. But I've experienced enough cycles of reincarnation to understand the underlying logic of causality."

Homura Akemi's heart sank completely.

The uniqueness of the timeline is beyond the comprehension of magical girls; even Witch's Night is probably nothing compared to it.

"Let's go."

The woman in black robes disappeared back into the shadows. "Judging by the time, she'll be nearby soon. As long as we avoid direct contact with her this time and sever the magical tracking connection, she'll never be able to find us again."

Homura Akemi took one last look in the direction where Madoka Kaname was.

"Click".

The gears on the round shield are turning.

A flash of purple light appeared, and Homura Akemi and the woman in black robes completely disappeared from under the overpass.

About five minutes later.

A petite figure in a pink tracksuit came running from the street corner, panting.

Pochi held the cards in his hand, his nose covered in sweat.

Guided by the wind, she jogged all the way to the foot of the overpass and then stopped.

"what?"

Pochi looked around in confusion.