Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

Regarding this, the [Gambler] had already designated this place as his own execution ground. Although he was surprised by such a large sum of money, it was still within the scope of understanding.

He just pretended to be unconscious while sleeping, and then made the execution scene mysterious. Maybe there was some hidden mechanism in the accommodation.

Even though [Gambler] had seen the paper bank with a head with her own eyes and learned about the situation in that different space from Ogami Sakura, she still found it difficult to accept the magical conditions that suddenly turned into such a situation.

"I don't know what you want, but the noble soul that comes with my unstoppable talent as a [Super High School Level]."

"Or is it like in common demon stories, where the soul remains after death?"

The [Gambler] paused, then pointed at himself, who had put away his smile, and asked, with his fine-nailed finger:

"Or...what about my soul as a woman?"

To avoid the Gambler's choice, the Observer waved his hand and said seriously:

"Of course it's meant literally. Don't over-interpret it."

"As long as you sign a contract with me, when you die, your soul will come to me intact, including your memories, talents, and all your cognition."

He received a positive response, but the doubts in the [Gambler's] heart did not diminish.

The rationality in his heart told the [Gambler] that the gains from the current trial were enough and he just needed to refuse.

But on the other hand, the innate luck in gambling from the [Gambler] reminded her that this might be her only chance to come into contact with a new world outside the ordinary world.

The [Gambler] looked up at the [Observer]'s face.

Although he wasn't much worse looking than those crazy old men one often saw, he just had an ordinary appearance, not even as pleasing to the eyes of his classmates. He was the type who didn't deserve to have his name recorded.

but...

"What is that contract? Is it some kind of indenture with lots of requirements?"

[Gambling Master] still couldn't help but want to know the other party's true intentions.

The soul and the like are just a means to deceive others. The contract is what the other party wants.

The [onlooker] shook his head and said:

"I told you, don't over-interpret this. The contract is just your soul."

"As for the specific contents of the contract...it will probably be completed when you agree to the deal."

"Probably?"

[Gambler] pondered for a while, then changed his position for the first time, came to the fence of the prison van, and then looked up at the top of his head that had been blocked before.

It was a gorgeous chandelier that emitted a light that was not glaring but sufficient enough to illuminate the entire castle together with the small lights in other places.

After taking a closer look at the layout of the castle, and not finding any traces of Monokuma's bad taste, with Monokuma's head everywhere, he made his own choice:

"Alright, let me see where your confidence to compete with Monokuma comes from."

As soon as the words fell, [Gambling Master] An Guangduo Keiko suddenly had the illusion that the world had come to a standstill.

Then, a voice seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. The [Gambler] just listened and realized that it was his own voice.

"I am you...you are me..."

“Here you gain a brand new bond.”

"Qi is what is called, changing one's destiny to accomplish the impossible."

"I"

The [Gambler] didn't hear the rest of the words clearly because she had already opened her eyes and left the room.

[Gambling Master] An Guangduo Keiko slowly sat up and looked at the small trap that had been prepared long ago, still waiting safely for the invasion of [Onlookers]. Then she looked at the unopened box containing her opinions on the development of this game, which was used to replace the transactions of [Fan Fiction Writers].

Then he clasped his hands together and rubbed them carefully. After touching a piece of paper, he lay down again as if nothing had happened, showing his disappointment that he did not wait for the [Onlooker].

It's not a dizziness, but a real different world...?

Zhi Xing slowly exhaled, and under the guidance of the gambling master shadow in front of him, Celestia Rodenbeck, he returned from the hall to Hope's Peak Academy at the bottom of the impression space.

Before the paper bank began to summarize the transaction, an even more excited voice spoke up:

"What's going on? What's going on? I guess it's right to listen to Wei's boasting~!"

The overly lively [K-Oto Club] Miota Yuibuki, maintaining her outfit that was completely un-K-Oto style, took credit for the two people who had returned.

"Thank you for your help. I didn't expect that you could actually enter the real dreamland through the palace. If you hadn't brought it up, I might have to go back to find out."

Zhi Xing first expressed his gratitude to the Light Music Club, then looked at the Gambler, Ceres, and also expressed his gratitude:

"Thank you for your cooperation, otherwise, to be honest, I really don't have the ability to realize your true dream."

The Gambler said nonchalantly:

"Well, expecting someone like you to make that much money is definitely beyond your capabilities."

"Only the rustic me trapped in the game would accept your terms."

As the provider of the venue, the guide of the dream, and the original author of the article, the [Gambler] did not care that the paper company was unable to trade with him.

It would be better to say that being able to save one's life in reality is already a good result.

"By the way, how exactly is that contract generated? Why do I always only hear half of it and then nothing more?"

"It must be that my soul resonance as a [spectator] isn't enough. There's still a lot of room for growth, hahaha."

Just as he had ignored the paper business before, the Gambler ignored the noisy Light Music Club and looked around his room at the academy. He spoke in a meaningful tone:

"What's the reason? Maybe it's something happy."

Chapter 322 There is nothing to worry about

The transaction here has ended, so the [Gambling Master] did not give Zhixing the opportunity to stay overnight and asked Zhixing and the very cooperative [Light Music Club] to leave the room.

As soon as they came out, the [Light Music Club] couldn't wait to shout to Zhi Xing:

"Hey, where's our next stop? I want to go see that lucky underclassman. He looks completely different from Komaeda."

Zhihang didn't have much idea about the next itinerary, so he followed the other party's wishes and started to deal with the disturbing people at night.

Although the people are still at the scene, Zhixing not only has an age gap with the protagonists, but there is also a cultural gap of a world between them, and they are in a foreign country.

In the absence of any serious plot information, Zhi Xing only acts as a witness to prove that the other party is harmless and not the Despair Group, and keeps shuttling between the shadows of the protagonists who still retain their memories of two years in each room.

Perhaps it was as if some taboo had been lifted. In everyone's room, the shadows no longer ignored the paper and were willing to communicate.

But after being informed that today's trading quota had been used up, the paper group could only act as an atmosphere group, occasionally interrupting to make a few compliments, while in other worlds it was the [Light Music Club] who chatted with everyone.

As expected, Zhixing began to recall his experience of meeting the Light Music Club.

Zhixing walked out of the academy and quickly found Kyubey's location with the wide view.

Before he even opened his mouth, he learned about the situation of his relationship with the baseball player.

"His current level of despair is very similar to those student protesters during the greatest and most desperate events in human history. He might even choose to end his own life under the influence of despair."

"But on the other hand, Shadow, a talented figure who has held the throne, wouldn't do anything like that if it were just this level of interference. It's just... he's on a hunger strike."

Guided by Kyubey, Zhi Xing saw the [Baseball Player] being suppressed by the [Breeder].

Then Qiubi commented on the current development:

"The good news is that Tanaka-san said he has experience with this kind of situation, so I'll leave it to him to tame the baseball player, who's been blinded by despair and is acting on instinct."

"But the bad news is that the shadow's corpse seems to be truly dead. The reason it can still function normally is purely because the temple hasn't completely collapsed."

"And Shadow's body fell into the hands of Despair. Given her talent, it's hard to say how high the success rate of the Breeder will be. Who knows when he'll be crippled and die."

Zhixing felt neither sad nor happy when he heard about the fate of the "baseball player".

Although he is also a two-dimensional character, as a character who left the stage early in the early stage, Zhixing can only rescue him out of convenience.

Now the [baseball player] has set an example for the paper industry and demonstrated that the shadow exposed to reality can also bring death to the main body, which is not a loss.

But the final result of such a countdown-like death will eventually make the fake death plan return step by step to real death, and it will only extend the death date.

"So, I should just stay there and wait until the game is over, then come back and gather the conditions to go back. Changing my fate is still too difficult for me."

Although his hope for the idol's survival had decreased, Zhixing still took Kyubey to the other side and began to ask about what Kyubey might know:

"You now have a basic understanding of the cognitive world, right? So, can you sense it? What would happen if something from the cognitive world entered the witch's barrier?"

"Well, although I'm impersonating Kyubey, I'm just an ordinary person, not even as good as the shadows living in the cognitive world. How would I know this?"

"So, what do you think about the cognitive bear thing?"

"Hmm... Although the witch's barrier is also an alien space, it's not that different from the real world. Since shadows can exist in the barrier, then other people's shadows can also survive in it."

Kyubey first confirmed that the cognitive world was still working in the witch's barrier, and then quickly changed his words:

"But obviously, existing in the witch's barrier and entering the witch's barrier are two different concepts."

"If you were beaten in reality, the nature of the witch's barrier would bring the threat into the barrier."

"Then in the cognitive world, I'm afraid the only one who will be drawn into the witch's barrier will be you."

As a paper company whose purpose in this world was to listen to advice, integrate existing resources, and look to the future, I quite like the feeling of having others think for me without having to use my brain, so I responded:

"Oh? What's the reason for this difference?"

"Of course it's because of the size."

"In reality, a person's size is limited to that person. However, in the cognitive world, apart from individual cognitive creatures, if you want to take away a super high school-level figure like these, you need to pack up the entire palace and take them away."

"Oh, this can be done."

Kyubey, who had no memory synced and didn't know that the witch barrier had packed up Kamoshida's palace and took it away, was stunned for a moment, then thought about it with the knowledge he had instinctively acquired and asked:

"moment?"

"Oh, if the witch's barrier takes away the entire hall in an instant, then that really won't work."

Zhixing nodded, remembering how Kamoshida was able to summon soldiers in the hospital, and knew that the actual space of the hall was still too large, which was why the specific hall appeared smaller.

"The shadow itself needs to accumulate enough desire to distort an area of ​​space before it has a chance to further form a temple. Therefore, trying to bring the shadow into the witch's barrier is a very dangerous thing."

"Uh-huh."

"However, these second-generation super high school level people who came to the bottom of the Impression Space are different."

"Ok?"

"For example, those palaces are like inflated balloons. Each one stays in the air and won't fall. If they want to descend and reach the bottom of the ocean... the only way is to deflate themselves."

"Oh, no wonder the palace collapsed after the Phantom Thieves stole the secret treasure. So, in order to fulfill the requirement of confession, they gave up themselves and sank to the bottom?"

The world outside of P5 actually deepened my understanding of the cognitive world. Zhixing was very satisfied and could not help but draw inferences from it:

"Think of it this way. Although this is the lowest level, logically everyone should be here from birth to death. But perhaps because everyone has different desires, they all float to the upper levels. As time passes, their dreams and desires deflate, and only then do they arrive at this lowest level in batches."

"Eh, if that's the case, then the shadow itself is the size of the entire palace, and the personality mask is just the power of the secret treasure within it. The rest of the palaces can collapse without affecting Futaba's use of her own palace's personality mask. Doesn't that mean these second-generation [Super High School Level] are all..."

This dangerous thought just popped up in Zhixing's mind, but then he realized that Futaba's method of awakening the personality mask completely lost the ability to fight head-on and became a supporting personality mask.

"Oh, no, no, if it's just a secret treasure, it won't have any combat power. The orthodox way is to transform all of your palaces into personality masks. Although the power brought by this doesn't seem to be that strong."

"Well... this world doesn't seem to have the personality masks you mentioned. I guess they're the product of some kind of contract. But according to the situation in the cognitive world, even if the temple became a personality mask, it wouldn't be able to reach the deepest part."

"The reason your scenario is possible is probably because the actual sinking carrier is the real entity."

"And it seems that they also need the approval of a correspondingly high level of underlying desires in order to rely on the idea that they appear in my cognition and thus invade the lower level."

Even with his memory loss, Kyubey still said something that was more in line with the Phantom Thieves' situation, which reminded Zhixing of Mona, who was born with knowledge.

"Is this the effect of public perception? Well, if that's the case, then how come the monsters get stronger the lower you go? And the desire to do evil should be greater. Obviously, the closer you get to the lower levels, the easier it is to become a temple."

"Well...it's probably due to the ecological conditions of the local cognitive world. In this world, those with strong enough desires are born from the lowest levels of the Impression Space. So, after spending their growth period here, they ascend and build their own temples on the surface, right?"

Although Kyubey tried very hard to think, he was not a native of the cognitive world after all, so he could only summarize it through the popular science of other shadows.

Zhixing nodded. After realizing that Kyubey was also unclear about this aspect, he remembered what he wanted to know:

"I wonder if you could go and see if the Cognitive Bear is still inside the witch on my behalf. You see, you're just a cognitive being, so you shouldn't have much size. I can take you in."

Kyubey raised his eyebrows and emphasized:

"I'm not the ever-dying Kyubey. Stop pretending to be serious. What's the point of doing this? Even if she's really here, she can't get out of the barrier."

"Is such that"

Zhixing told Kyubey his idea, which was to use the power of the Witch's Kiss to find the location of the idol's shadow.

But after Zhixing finished speaking, he did not receive a reply from Qibi, but instead a lively voice came from a distance.