Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

The paper company could only make amends for itself:

"It's okay. The witch's vision was still there when I returned. Perhaps it's because the shadow of the [Programmer] cannot be eliminated, so the compulsion of fate prevents me from bringing the soul back to reality."

"Although the opponent is supposedly dead, according to Kamizuru Izuru, the person who is trying to create the third wish is the true fate of this game."

"So, there is still a possibility. There is still a possibility that the other person is a soul."

Zhixing took a deep breath, then looked at the witch who had already prepared the soup and was bringing it to the maintenance table.

"What we need most now is to wait until tomorrow, until the announcement that the body has been found."

"Merely the death of the body cannot send one's consciousness to the palace of the [Murderer]."

"According to her, when a normal person dies, their shadow will simply vanish into the deepest depths of the memory space."

"But there are two exceptions in the cognitive world."

"One is what the [Light Music Club] described. All the targets killed by the entire second-generation Despair team were attributed to [Despair]. Therefore, the shadows of those whose real bodies were killed in reality also entered the Hall of [Despair] one by one. They then transformed into black and white bears, or humanoid monsters wearing black and white bear hats, and spread their influence through the hall of the second-generation protagonist group."

"And the other is the real experience of the [Murderer] himself."

"People are not completely dead the moment they are killed."

"But the moment you are forgotten by everyone, you will die completely."

"I never thought that such words, when applied to the cognitive world, would mean that when the victim is truly dead in everyone's cognition, the other party would follow the blood carnival at the scene and briefly come to the swimming pool-sized bathtub of the [Murderer]."

The witch pushed the soup in front of Zhixing at the right time, letting Zhixing look at the colorful black soup and bring him back to the present from the memories of the blood-red bathtub.

Zhixing raised his head and saw that the witch had finished taking care of the special toy, and as expected, she wanted to reach out to the [Programmer] to transform the doll, and sighed.

"I'm a little sorry, but even though both are demonized, this one is safer."

Zhixing picked up the petite [Programmer] and then sank her into the soup in front of him.

Zhixing raised his head and looked at the witch who had lost her sense of the [Programmer] because of the soup. She had shifted her gaze back to him, and after seeing the needle and thread near the witch's body fluttering a little, he quickly lowered his head and took a small sip of the tasteless clay pot soup, dispelling the witch's idea of ​​urging her children to eat.

He took sips of soup from time to time, and then had a one-sided conversation with the witch, while occasionally reaching out his hand to feel the progress of the [Programmer]'s transformation into a demon.

Finally, when the bottom of Shixing touched the swollen doll body of Fujisaki, Shixing stretched out his hands and threw the other party out of the soup.

After watching it gradually transform into a winged doll instead of a computer, Zhi Xing glanced at the witch who was no longer interested in it, and then looked at the water level that had dropped sharply, far more than his own share of demonization, and couldn't help but sigh:

"As expected, the shadow's cognition isn't all there is to the soul. Hasn't the witch's magic enchanted the desire to become artificial intelligence into a corresponding form?"

After saying this, he looked at the witch who had been staring at him, then looked at the remaining soup, twitched his mouth, and consoled himself:

"Luckily, it's just a soul, not a real body. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to eat it. For now, I'll just treat it as a potion that can increase the size of the soul."

Zhi Xing complained bitterly in the witch's room, and his impression of the space was at the bottom at this time.

Kewpie passed by a purely free-range zoo and was walking slowly in a supermarket. He ignored the dazzling array of food in front of him and instead stopped at the ingredient area.

"Boss, how much are the things here?"

"Well, how can I ask you for money? Just take whatever you want."

The boss's cognitive existence looked at Kyubey with a smile.

"Why is it divided into so many parts when it's just butter? Are they all the same?"

Kyubey looked at the butter in front of him and felt a little worried because each piece was too small and did not meet the requirements of the plan at all.

"Hey~ These are just samples for the chef to choose from. The real big ones are inside. I wonder what kind of butter you'd like? This one's made from plant-based ingredients, this one's made from dairy products, and this one's made from animal fat. I wonder which one would meet your needs."

Seeing that the other party was not just cosplaying a boss, but was actually familiar with these things, Qibi knew in his heart that he was an elite-level cognitive being, and immediately asked:

"Give me an adult portion! Real human food! Electrolytic centrifugal separation is best!"

“Ah? Ah??”

As a food ingredient salesperson approved by the chef, the boss thought recommending ingredients was a simple job.

Unexpectedly, the first guest I met besides the [Chef] was someone who challenged taboos.

Seeing the other party's embarrassed expression, Kyubey realized that the other party was probably not prepared for this, so he was about to turn around and ask the [Chef] if he could make one directly.

Seeing that Kyubey was about to retreat, the boss of Cognitive Existence made up his mind and immediately patted his chest and introduced:

"We don't have this kind of material in our store, but we can use local materials. What do you think of me?"

"Are you serious? Can you change?"

"I can give it a try."

"I absolutely do not agree to that kind of thing."

P.S.: Is it possible that my tolerance is too strong? As long as you can accept Yamato butter, everyone should be fine. I am a little worried.

Chapter 329 I Will Never Rely on Anyone Again

"Oh, it looks like your guest is in trouble. What happened?"

"Master Chef!"

Boss Shadow respectfully greeted the [Super High School Level Chef] Hanamura Teruki who appeared behind Kyubey.

Upon hearing this, Kyubey also turned his head, looked at him, and said bluntly:

"Actually, the execution of that biker gang member is next, and I wanted to find a butter to take his place."

"I see. Is this why you wanted to come to my temple?"

The chef stood in front of the butter stall, glanced at the ingredients in front of him, shook his head, and said to Kyubey:

"But it's not a good idea to try to find a replacement from me."

"This... I know it's not very effective, but based on the previous practices of the [Bystander], the only way is to find a substitute from the cognitive world to execute the real person."

"The only thing I can think of that's related to food is you."

As for the content of the transaction, Kyubey also had the knowledge that Zhixing had thought about, so he knew the details of the second execution, but how to do it specifically was another matter.

"Although it's common for me to anthropomorphize food, that's mostly women's behavior. Comparing food to men... doesn't seem out of place."

"But I've already seen the last execution. A thousand hits from baseball are too much for Shadow to handle, not to mention..."

The chef's narrowed eyes opened slightly, revealing a serious expression as he said:

"If the method of execution is to turn a person into butter, then that [Despair] is probably trying to obtain the other party's super high school level talent through [diet therapy]."

"Well... I heard from a [spectator] that Despair's intention in playing this game was to bring together all these super high school level talents, and to do so by killing each other."

The chef narrowed his eyes, sighed thoughtfully, and said:

"When I was still on the surface, during the period when I was affected by Despair, I did make this kind of food, and it is still in the temple. However, in order to separate myself from Despair, I gave up a large part of the temple space. So, the kind of butter you want, I probably can't get from you."

"And I have another question, Kyubey-kun. I wonder how much you know about cognitive existence?"

"This... I can still distinguish it, as for the others..."

Kyubey shook his head. Apart from the knowledge he gained from the paper line and some corresponding thinking, he only had the instinctive knowledge of the cognitive world. This kind of knowledge was possessed by most shadows, and did not include how to create shadows after becoming the master of the hall.

In fact, the paper industry does not know how to create cognitive existence.

Although after the [baseball player] dealt a substantial blow to the [idol], the perception of the baseball player wanting to kill someone to graduate was used to successfully allow the perceptions of both to exist in reality, the other two times were only possible through transaction contracts.

"Ultimately, the perception of existence relies on the knowledge of the temple master himself."

"Although other aspects of cognition will be affected, it is limited to the complete human body structure, with some gaps or replacement of other materials."

"And if an external force causes a deformation of super-high cognition, then the cognition itself will turn into liquid and disappear."

Kyubey quickly understood what the other party wanted to say and confirmed:

"In other words, like the cognitive existence of [idols], they are not born in a complete human form, but instead have scars from knife wounds or even gunshot wounds on their bodies, but they are not visible on the surface."

"So, inflicting the corresponding damage won't restore your original cognition, right?"

"So, if it's about to undergo ionization and the entire process is being recorded, if it's just a shadow, it'll probably revert to cognition halfway through."

The chef listened to Kyubey's understanding with great satisfaction, touched the butter in the display case and added:

"Not only will the process of turning into butter reveal the truth, but more importantly, if the opponent is turned into food like this, Despair will definitely swallow it in front of everyone!"

As the [chef] said this, he used his hands as a knife to cut off small pieces of butter.

The butter that was split in two immediately turned into a pool of liquid and then disappeared.

"Cognitive existence still requires a minimum unit, and this unit is not enough for people to eat."

Kyubey looked at the vanishing cognitive butter and rubbed the back of his head in distress, complaining:

"Is this the only way to go? The destruction of the body is too much... Oh, it seems that there are not many murderers who left the body intact."

Kyubey recalled the script that was recognized by Zhixing.

The first game was a baseball slugging game, the second game was butter making, the third game was a steamroller, the fourth game was heavy machinery hammering, and the fifth game was a high-speed hydraulic press.

Except for the first game where you can maintain the appearance of being dead before the health bar is exhausted, it seems that there is no opportunity to replace the murderer.

"It really doesn't work. I'll go tell the [Onlooker] right now."

Kyubey didn't dwell on this too much.

After all, it is the paper line of the [Bystander] who wants to deceive the world and change his fate by faking his death, while Kyubey is more composed of the cognition of the people in this world.

Except that there is no past cognitive basis in this world, so the time for full realization is slower than that of others, it is no different from other cognitive existences.

"Wait a minute!"

Kyubey, who was about to leave the hall, turned around and looked at the [Chef] who called him.

The chef said meaningfully:

"Logically speaking, no cognitive being can remain intact under the punishment of [Despair]."

"And Despair retains its memory, so it's likely to still remember the dark dishes I made. Therefore, even if I use ordinary vegetable or animal butter as a substitute, there's a chance there will be flaws."

"But...if I remember correctly, I still have a few pieces of specially refined butter in real life."

"If the Observer truly wants to challenge the limits of his abilities, why not have him come to my real-life address and try? If I can imbue real-life objects with cognitive changes, perhaps..."

Perhaps because the motive of the second case was the 24-hour limited disclosure of a secret, Monokuma, very rarely, woke everyone up while also considerately telling them that someone had gotten into trouble.

As the [Young Master] who had known this information for a long time, he was not surprised at all. He just changed his usual personality of not participating in meetings and arriving late, and arrived in the cafeteria early when Monokuma heard the announcement.

"Monokuma has already given such a clear hint. It seems that the plan of uniting the others is no longer feasible. What are you going to do, Oogami Sakura?"

Seeing the [Fighter] who had quickly run around because of Monokuma's warning and returned to the cafeteria without finding the body, the [Young Master] confirmed the thoughts of this person who was apparently the most powerful.

"Wait for now, I can't...confirm yet."

"Huh, what a guy who can't see the reality."

The [Nobleman] snorted coldly and kept silent, waiting for the others to join him along with the [Fortune Teller] and [Swimming].

However, the only one who hurried to the cafeteria to gather shortly after the broadcast was [Lucky].

Realizing that others might be searching for the body, the [Young Master] immediately decided not to wait any longer, and proposed to everyone to act separately in advance of the accident with Monokuma.

Then he went straight to the locker room, and after confirming that no one else came to unlock it, he pretended to pass by and waited aside.

However, the [Young Master] did not wait for the murderer to fall into his trap, nor did he wait for a smart person who could deduce the crime scene like he did last night.

He just waited for Makoto Naegi, who was randomly selected to the crime scene by relying on his talent of [luck].

Seeing that Makoto Naegi luckily arrived at the scene of the crime, and noticing the locks on the doors of the swimming pool locker rooms, Monokuma promptly closed the announcement of unlocking the locked rooms during the search.

Although he has the talent of luck, he chose the wrong location for the crime. It turns out that I have to take action.

Seeing [Lucky] about to open the men's locker room, [Young Master] took the initiative to step forward, interrupted Makoto Naegi's action of opening the door, and led him to the door of the women's locker room while talking to himself.

Although it was a stroke of luck, the possibility that the other party was the murderer could not be ruled out. Monokuma's rules stated that if more than three people discovered a body, a body discovery announcement would be made.

But I'm afraid Monokuma won't let us eliminate other suspects in this way. Let me see the flaws revealed by the murderer when he was surprised after the death scene changed.

Because he already knew that the body was hung up, as soon as he opened the door of the dressing room, [Young Master] took the initiative to observe [Lucky]'s expression after confirming the scene inside.

However, this time [Lucky] did not fall into a coma after seeing the corpse. Instead, after screaming loudly, he planned to run up to check on the other person's condition.

This is a completely different reaction from the first time. It's only been a few days. So, is it because my relationship with the deceased wasn't very good? Really... huh? Impossible!

Driven by [Luck], the sight noticed the change in the position of the corpse, and then found that the corpse was no longer hung by the socket, but fixed to the wall with special scissors.

"Slayer Xiang! This guy!!"

Just as the [Nobleman] gritted his teeth and uttered the name of the [Murderer], as if responding to the Ten Gods' speculation, Monokuma also sounded the announcement at the right time: