Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

"Is it because I lied?"

Zhixing was unwilling to believe that he could never go back, so he began to reflect on himself immediately.

"Noah's Ark came to the Cocoon press conference in order to catch all the second-generation kids here. And it's not like he inherited the developer's personality; he's just able to learn on his own."

"This AI can't replicate Hiroki's genius simply by collecting information currently available on the internet."

"Because this character only appears in the Conan movie, and because he knows Conan's true identity, the ending will only be destruction."

"My deliberate attempt to call out was also to give the other party an excuse to conceal their purpose."

"After all, it had no intention of escaping, and there were no other backup plans. Therefore, the Suzuki Group's actions would only weaken the venue's defenses against invasion. As for leaving, I'm afraid it has no intention of leaving at all."

"As a reward, it appeared to confirm my story. This way, my information can be fixed without harming anyone. Even if I want to change my story, if the other party doesn't cooperate, they probably won't believe it."

The paper merchant looked at the suitcase lying on the side. He had originally thought of relying on his ability to be a trader in both the worlds, but now it has become a trouble.

"If I can't go back, this box of gold bars won't be kept somewhere, and it will be taken away by someone else because of my time jump."

"You can't deposit it in a bank or at the Mori family's house. The Suzuki Group will find out."

"The butler must have investigated my intelligence to approve such a deal, and my excuse for the time jump was returning to the future."

"If my current time isn't the next day, then depositing it in the bank will only reveal that I can't go back to the future."

"Oh, I think I'm still an illegal resident. I can't even get a bank card."

"Do I have to carry this box around forever? Wouldn't that give this city full of murderers an opportunity to take action?"

Zhixing felt the pressure caused by internal and external troubles, and his body instinctively fell asleep... because of excessive thinking.

When Zhixing woke up again, he was already in the big hands of the teddy bear.

As if sensing Paper Line's awakening, the teddy bear's movements became even greater.

As the teddy bear moved, Zhixing realized that he had left the doll tower and arrived at the witch's room under the guidance of the teddy bear.

"Is it dinner time again when we're not allowed to sleep?"

Zhi Xing was in a daze and didn't want to move at all, so he let the teddy bear put him on his shoulders.

"How many days did you stay in the barrier the last time? How long was the gap between meals?"

Zhixing scratched his head, and his half-asleep brain only regained consciousness when the teddy bear stopped playing.

The teddy bear patted Paper Line, making Paper Line turn around and notice that he had arrived under the maintenance table in the magic room. Just when he was confused about what the other party meant, the teddy bear stretched out its claws and began to climb up little by little.

The feeling of weightlessness off the ground made Zhixing completely sober up. He then grabbed the gap of the teddy bear and felt the experience of being carried and climbing, which this amusement facility could not bring.

"No, this change in altitude is even more intense than when I was carried by that bird."

Zhixing closed his eyes, not daring to look at the ground that was gradually moving away. It was not because he was afraid of heights, but because he felt that he could fall at any time from his current position.

The strong feeling of uneasiness made Zhixing feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't even suppress the fantasy of slipping off the teddy bear, again and again.

"This constant anxiety will only make me numb. I must find a way to resolve this situation, such as continuing to clear the murder scene and letting the witch collect new dolls until the bird appears."

"No, no, no, I can't. If this world can't stop witches, if I allow witches to grow, who knows if I can maintain the safety of our current relationship."

"But when I first encountered her, the witch had dolls all over both walls. Even if she adds a few more now, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

Zhi Xing clung to the gap of the teddy bear and tried to divert his attention by thinking.

"After all, the witch is eating people. Even if I can actually get to the person who is destined to die, I'm not sure if the witch will instinctively affect the people around her after consuming their soul."

"Even if we limit it to the moment when the murderer succeeded in committing the crime, there are at least three suspects, two or more witnesses, and Conan around me."

"If I can only communicate with the witch to the extent that she'll attract special attention, am I sure I can prevent her from affecting others?"

Before Zhixing could finish his thoughts, the teddy bear had already climbed onto the mushroom-like maintenance table and brought Zhixing to the center of the table.

Zhixing turned around and realized that the stuffed bear had no legs and could only move by supporting itself with its hands like a gorilla.

"Really... the future is promising."

Zhi Xing sighed, trying to avoid being treated like a broken toy again while also avoiding keywords that might anger the witch.

[It's time for the toy to eat. Get well soon.]

The witch brought the prepared soup to Zhi Xing again.

"Get better, what do you mean? Is this a potion?"

Zhixing asked casually, but did not expect the witch to answer. After all, this was not the first time Zhixing asked about the origin of the soup.

【If it gets better, it’s not a broken toy anymore. 】

Zhi Xing, who had already taken a sip, choked and coughed a few times before looking up at the witch.

"Are you saying that I'm turning into the teddy bear behind me?"

[Ms. Bear is out of materials, and the talking toy will definitely get better.]

Zhixing took a look at the soup in front of him. It had no taste to begin with, and he just drank it to get it done as if to complete a task. When he heard the witch's reply, he suddenly didn't want to drink it anymore.

"I see, good things really do come in pairs..."

It’s no wonder Zhixing didn’t think of this situation. After all, the witch’s magic power can form any object, so the only difference is whether it can be eaten or not.

The story of the movie gave the paper industry a positive answer.

Yes! And you can eat it continuously for at least one month!

This is the result of personal experiments conducted by Saotome-sensei, Kamijou-san, Nakazawa-san, Hitomi-san, Madoka's parents, and, I don't know if they were involved, Sayaka's parents.

Moreover, Zhixing himself had a few days of personal experience, and at that time, Mami and Kyubey were present, and no abnormalities were found in the body.

Zhixing swallowed his saliva, and when he thought about something strange, an idea popped up in his mind.

"I'm controlled by the Witch's Kiss time and time again. Is it really because I'm a soul from another world?"

As this thought came to mind, another question popped up.

"Why would Homura allow herself to be taken away by the witch's barrier?"

"Can I really induce the Witch's Kiss to possess me repeatedly in every reincarnation?"

"If every time I despair, it will lead to the Witch's Kiss, then how can I complete the information without being controlled by the Witch's Kiss and interrupted by my thoughts?"

Zhixing looked at the soup in front of him, stretched out his hand, and for the first time, touched the soup with any part of his body other than his mouth.

Then Zhixing felt a different feeling coming from his hands.

Putting his hands together and scooping up a palmful of soup, Zhixing quickly understood what that feeling was.

That is the feeling of the soup entering the body through the palms.

"No, I should have thought of that earlier."

Watching the soup in his palm shrink visibly until it disappeared, Zhi Xing muttered to himself:

"The magic power comes from the Soul Gem."

"No matter how it manifests itself as a weapon that looks like a physical entity, it is essentially the same spiritual power as the god of death."

"Since it is the power of the soul, it naturally does not need to come into contact with the taste buds on the tongue to produce taste."

"I'm afraid it's more innocent, absorbed by my soul."

"No, it's my soul that's been enchanted by the witch's magic!"

Zhixing recalled several items that the magical girl had enchanted.

The baseball bat became more ornate, and the telescope was decorated with various inexplicable decorations.

"Why didn't you think of that?"

"Is it because I had already left the witch's barrier when I accessed the information, so I didn't make any associations?"

"Magical girls under the Kyubey system only have the ability to enchant. The rest are the technological abilities provided by Kyubey, such as the space carried by the Soul Gem."

"Witches, on the other hand, have the ability to separate their own souls and then enchant them into familiars, or rather... restrictions."

Zhixing took a deep breath and then buried his entire head in the soup.

But apart from the liquid feeling at the initial contact, there was no momentary suffocation caused by having the nose blocked.

So much so that the paper bank exhaled the air it had just inhaled and did not feel uncomfortable.

It was as if magic could replace the air, and one would not suffocate even if submerged in magic.

"It should be easy for a witch to enchant others into familiars, right?"

Soaking in the soup, Zhixing felt that his entire brain was absorbing it and was completely out of his control.

"From the time Conan ran out to deliver the message until I realized my ability could change, it shouldn't have taken that long."

"And by that time, the police officer's lower body had already been turned into a doll."

"Although I believe that my soul is not a native soul of Madoka Magica, so I may have resistance, but does that police officer not also have a soul from another world?"

"Why...why...why would I..."

Zhixing felt that the liquid was quickly absorbed by the head, and even the hair he touched was dry.

He could only face the empty bowl, as if facing a wall to reflect on his mistakes, lowering his head and resting his head on the bottom of the bowl, and then imitated:

"Since when did I become a familiar?"

It seemed as if everything was ready, except for the approval of the paper bank.

As Zhixing acknowledged it, a strong sense of expansion suddenly emerged from the whole body.

But this expansion was so gentle that Zhi Xing's eyes showed no emotion at all, and he watched everything happen silently.

【Fixed! Toys!】

""

【But, I didn't hear any voices. Did I fix it wrong?】

""

[Never mind, the toy is fixed! Hehehe...]

The witch waved her hand and took away the bowl where the paper was sitting facing the wall to reflect on its mistakes.

At this time, most of the body below the head of Zhi Xing had expanded several times in volume. Therefore, the head, which had not yet changed, tilted back greatly due to the change in center of gravity.

It was only a moment of leaning back, and then it righted itself like a tumbler.

But Zhixing's pupils could still clearly see the teddy bear that was made of blocks of Miyano Akemi's clothes.

(But last time you stole one of my souls.)

"So I stole Akemi Miyano's soul?")

"So, you, made of the witch's magic, also contain all your memories?")

"Could it be that she is really still alive?"

"Is there... any chance I could revive her?"

"Can I rewrite my fate by resurrecting from the dead?"

"There are many worlds where the soul is the power, and there are also those that can allow the soul to reshape the body."

"As long as I can get through, I can rely on the power of other worlds to break the fate of this single world!"

"Yes, I still have a chance! Koizumi Hongzi! She must have seen something in her prophecy, so she sent me that note! As long as I read that note, I can recover!"

As if a flash of inspiration came to him, Zhixing raised his head and looked at the witch who turned her head to look at him because of the voice.

"I told you before, you are a part of me. We have been one life since we first met."

"So, come back."

"Mending Witch, Bear."

The space around him became distorted, and Zhixing's field of vision seemed to be expanding. The picture turned into an oil painting in an extremely strange way, making Zhixing unable to understand his current situation.

[Toys can talk again! Great!]

Distortion has a limit after all. Zhi Xing felt that the surroundings quickly lost their color and the surrounding environment became dark, but it was obviously brighter than the dark space that appeared at 0 o'clock.

"Failed...?"

A cold wind blew by, bringing with it a rustling sound.