Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

Not to mention that they were already close to each other at this time, and even if they wanted to escape into the witch's barrier, they might not be able to separate. And if they really chose to go into the witch's barrier, there would be no guarantee at all.

After all, the [Trickster] said he was just imitating others, but his actual combat power was the fifth among the top five combat powers in the second generation.

Although Zhixing wanted to break free from the opponent's restraints, he could only pray for a close-range situation, so that the witch's barrier could still bring the opponent's incoming attacks into the witch's barrier.

But I don’t know if it’s because the other person’s shadow is not that fat, or if the shadow’s power is indeed far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Although it was only a short time, Zhixing still experienced the feeling of a 100-meter sprint, and soon lost his sense of direction as the other party jumped from one classroom to another with ease.

After the surrounding environment calmed down, Zhixing finally recovered and realized that he had arrived at a hospital.

"No, this should be... the health room?"

Zhihang shook his head and finally made out the layout of a health care room that he could often see in this place that was almost the same size as a hospital, as well as the walls around it that were obviously man-made.

After all, the consultation desk and the bed are so close, apart from the emergency department, the only other place is the health room.

"Hey, can't you tell I'm here in person? I haven't seen that despair video!"

After being taken off the [Fraudster's] shoulders and placed on the hospital bed, and the two of them separated by some distance, Zhi Xing finally spoke up to refute.

"Hmph, that's what the [idol] saw back then, right? And you keep saying you haven't seen it, but your performance clearly shows you recognize the difference in that video."

"It's true that you might have learned this indirectly through your ability as a 'bystander,' but in front of an 'analyst,' it's better to let an authority diagnose it personally than to trust such a possibility."

"Diagnosis? Could it be!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a scream from far away came into Zhixing's ears.

“Eh~~~Eh!! Ah! Bang!!”

Lin Daiyu fell from the sky, but landed on her face not far from her own bed.

But compared to the bullet attack from cognition.

The impact of falling from a height is just a minor injury to these shadows.

"Did you fall again? I told you to just stay here and we'll bring the people over."

"Hehe~ But, the number of people affected by [Despair] has decreased recently. As expected, I still can't just stand by and watch those victims die."

Lin Daiyu, who had fallen down, raised her face with red marks on it and said to the [Fraudster] with a silly smile.

"[Super High School Level Health Care Worker]? What's going on? Weren't you brainwashed by the despair video?"

Zhi Xing stood up from the bed and took a few steps back, putting some distance between him and the [Fraudster], then asked, ready to escape at any moment.

"Humph, since your talent allows you to come to the cognitive world, then you should know."

"As the master of the temple, I represent my truest desires."

"Even if we are affected by others, it won't affect us."

"After all, [Despair] is just a self-proclaimed talent. As a shadow, it's normal to be able to break free from its influence."

The [Fraudster] noticed the paper company's caution and started to explain, but his explanation was immediately debunked by the [Health Worker]:

"However, [Despair] is indeed the product of the joint efforts of [Animator] and [Analyst]. Although it is not true mind control, most of the people in the hall have been affected, forcing us to stay here and dare not go back."

Zhi Xing's tense body couldn't help but relax upon hearing this.

It's not that Zhixing completely believed what the other party said, but because Zhixing realized that the shadow of the second generation remained in this impression space, he did not try to escape directly, but stayed here to deal with these desperate remnants. One of the reasons was for the [health worker] in front of him.

Firstly, Zhixing was not the first to come to the Impression Space, and there was no Velvet Room here, so Zhixing did not know the specific location of the [Idol] after his death here.

And if there is a [Health Worker] here, then there is a high probability that you can find an [Idol] here.

Secondly, in addition to the [idol], there is also a [baseball player] whose body is in a vegetative state, and in the foreseeable future, there may be more and more such vegetative states.

Until Zhixing can find a quick solution to [Death of Cognition] and [Witch's Wound], otherwise, if you want to take care of these people who are pretending to be dead, you need to have some medical knowledge.

Among the sixteen people of that generation, only a few had some medical skills due to physical training, and they had no experience or level in caring for vegetative patients.

Therefore, apart from using that privilege to find Monokuma or Kamukura Deru, [Health Worker] is the only option for Paper Walker.

After all, the scene outside is still like the end of the world. It is not certain that you can find a doctor who can keep a vegetative patient alive.

"So, you're all still in the same state as before you were brainwashed?"

"Hmph, forget about brainwashing. Even if your real self is severely damaged, as long as you don't die, we won't be affected."

"So whether it's brainwashing, hypnosis, or even amnesia, it won't affect our abilities as talents."

Seeing that the [Fraudster] is about to use the cognitive world to explain the existence of [Talent].

Zhi Xing knew that the information was just that they didn't know about the three wishes yet, so they were trying to make it sound reasonable. So he interrupted the other party's introduction and looked at the [Health Attendant] and asked:

"I think you guys watched the live broadcast about Hope's Peak Academy, right?"

Following Zhihang's question, the two super senior officials fell silent.

Although their consciousness was not affected by despair due to the advantages of the palace, the influence of other places also prevented them from controlling the actions of real people through desire.

Therefore, everyone naturally chose to watch this live show hosted by [Despair] himself.

Zhi Xing glanced at the two of them, and after confirming that they had read it, he spoke:

"If that's the case, then that's much more convenient. Have you seen [Idol] Sayaka Maizono? I want to try a resurrection technique with her."

The [Health Worker] and the [Fraudster] exchanged glances upon hearing this, then silently looked at Zhi Xing. There was an inexplicable feeling in their eyes, which made Zhi Xing, who was being stared at, tense up again.

"It's okay if you haven't seen it before, but do you know how to take care of a vegetative person? That's someone who becomes disabled and loses the ability to take care of themselves after the shadow dies."

As the paper line was retreating again, the [Health Attendant] timidly said:

"If you're talking about the shadow of that [Super High School Level Idol], and not the cognitive presence that appeared during the live broadcast... maybe... he's still in the academy?"

"In the academy? Are you saying that the [idols] also came to the Impression Space from the Hall?"

Zhihang was a little surprised.

Although it is a different world, it stands to reason that the shadow of the temple, when it created the temple, also lost the freedom to move freely. Therefore, apart from the fixed coordinates in the real world, the only place it can appear is where the real body is.

But Zhixing took the opportunity to pass through the wall and hid in the impression space, but did not see the shadow of the [idol] appear.

Unlike the [Baseball Player], the class umpire was already waiting for the paper beside the main body before the game even started.

If we judge whether there is a temple based on the degree to which desire affects others.

Then the [Lucky] Makoto Naegi is obviously the least likely to appear in the hall.

On the contrary, as a public figure, [idol] will most likely be in the hall of fame. After all, they are the best in the industry, and it is a profession that relies on youth. How could such a beautiful girl of high school age not be in the hall of fame?

But Zhi Xing did not see any shadowy figure of the "idol", only a materialized cognitive existence, unless...

Thinking about the situation where it gradually became real and eventually disguised as a real corpse, Zhi Xing asked uncertainly:

"Are you saying that the corpse was a shadow in disguise?"

The [Health Attendant] waved his hands quickly, forming an X to deny the statement.

"It's not what you think. I mean, the talented student from the [Idol Department] has returned to the academy."

"what?"

Zhi Xing looked at the [Fraudster] with a puzzled look, but the other party didn't seem to want to lie about anything other than his identity and began to explain:

"This is the lowest level of the cognitive world, and it is also the final gathering place for everyone's cognition."

"So, as a reality show that surpassed all previous shows in just a few days after its premiere, people still tuned in to watch it 24 hours a day."

"Do you think this place exists?"

Zhixing was not surprised that Hope's Peak Academy appeared at the bottom floor without being discovered. Instead, a thought suddenly appeared in Zhixing's mind.

Although survival has now become a half-dead state, at least the outcome of death has been changed. I don’t know if this can be considered a change of fortune by following the fate of fake death of the second generation.

But... not only did he not survive, he even failed to escape from the academy... has his fate not changed?

After experiencing things like being a class referee, everyone except a few people who had a strong ability to accept it and two people who needed to replenish nutrition after exercise.

The others were preoccupied with their own thoughts and did not choose to have dinner. Instead, they returned to the dormitory one after another and could not fall asleep for a long time.

But time is not moved by human heart.

Soon, the sad night passed.

Monokuma's morning announcement also forced the students to wake up from their sleep, and after washing up, they subconsciously went to the cafeteria to meet up.

This time, the few people who always arrived late gathered in the cafeteria early.

After all, having witnessed the methods used by the organizer of this game, even the [Young Master] had to admit that in the current situation, there was only one choice except to live and graduate by the rules of Monokuma.

This was also the only choice in the minds of others after witnessing the execution of the "Baseball Player".

So without any prior arrangement, everyone gathered together and prepared to start discussing the feasibility and plan of trading with the [Onlooker] again.

But clearly all fourteen people were gathered together, but they were just making preparations.

Kyubey, who was eating breakfast in the cafeteria, felt very strange when he saw these [Super High School Level] students who were staring at him but remained silent.

"Why aren't you guys talking anymore? Keep going. Doesn't my "spectator" status include a lack of presence?"

Everyone present remained silent, which made the atmosphere in the cafeteria very strange.

Zhixing didn't understand where this strange atmosphere came from, so in order to find a topic, Kyubey took a sip of porridge, pointed his finger at the [Fan Fiction Writer] and asked:

"Hey, big fat guy, yeah, have you finished your fan fiction?"

"I"

[Fan Fiction Writer] was about to speak when he suddenly saw that everyone's gazes, which were originally staring at Kyubey, were now all fixed on him.

The fan fiction writer, who already had some social anxiety towards the three-dimensional world, was now even more panicked.

Because the eyes of the people present were not just staring, they were filled with murderous intent, as if "the dragon's wish is right in front of us, and anyone who dares to speak will shut up forever."

Kyubey, taking advantage of this roll call, guessed something from the [Fan Fiction Writer's] evasive gaze and couldn't help but speak:

"The transaction at that time was scheduled for another time, so it doesn't count towards today's transaction. So even if I did trade with him, I can still trade with one of you today."

Chapter 310 Second Floor Opening

"Um, Mr. Kyubey."

Seeing that the sharp looks from others had decreased a lot, the [Fan Fiction Writer] couldn't help but raise his hand carefully.

"what happened?"

"Actually, I feel like Senior thinks too highly of me."

“Although I’m called a [super high school-level doujinshi writer], in reality, I’m just creating for the comic characters I like, and after publishing them, I’ve received some support from my fellow enthusiasts.”

"If you ask me to write a novel, I really can't do it."

[Fan fiction writer] There is really no other way. After all, one's own family knows one's own business. Although he is given the title of super high school level, in essence he is just a more famous figure in a certain circle.

Rather than exploiting the original plot, digging deep into the charm of those minor characters is the key to making fan writers stand out from others.

"Eh? You can't write a novel?"

Kyubey was stunned, as if he had not expected such a turn of events to happen.

"I just wanted to see that expression on her face, and I drew so much to make that scene come true."

[Fan writer] couldn't help but lower his head when he heard Kyubey's surprise.

Of course, he also wanted to use this deal to exchange for a way to leave here.

But different fields are like different worlds. Even though I forced myself to immerse myself in the fantasy of writing something last night, every time I picked up the pen, I couldn't muster any enthusiasm when I thought of the other person's three-dimensional face.

Seeing that tomorrow is the final date, the [fan fiction writer] can only try to see if he can change the content of the transaction.

If the paper bank was present, he might consider changing the content of the transaction. After all, the paper bank is very clear about the time of death of everyone present.

However, it was Kyubey who faced this problem at this time.

Despite Zhixing's own cognitive indoctrination, his memory is not very good, and his memories will not emerge automatically unless he thinks about it seriously.

What's more, it was originally just for trial use, and I didn't carefully prepare my understanding of the script.

Therefore, Kyubey was a little panicked for a while. He didn't know how long the [Fan Fiction Writer] could survive after the deadline of the transaction, nor did he know whether the transaction could be completed. He didn't know what to exchange for that would meet the requirements of the paper bank's experiment to test the trading ability.

But there is one thing that Qiubi is very clear about.

That is the answer needed to communicate with [fan fiction writers]: this world is a game-adapted anime, it can develop in many ways, but the ending is the same.

Based on this answer, Kyubey couldn't help but ask in a panic: