Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

But the time is still a bit too tight.

So after a discussion with Yamada, Zhixing decided to use his trump card.

Compulsory Witch's Kiss!

"Go get a bowl and I'll give you a bowl of potion in a moment, and then you can see the person you want to see."

"That... isn't some hallucinogenic substance?"

Yamada was a little worried, but Zhixing had no other choice, so he could only comfort her before entering the witch's barrier.

The Witch's Kiss is something that only a familiar can create to control the actions and thoughts of others.

But in essence, it is just the magic power of the witch.

Although Zhixing couldn't command the witch's familiar, he still had other options.

For example...the colorful black soup in front of me.

Zhihang sat quietly on the maintenance table, drinking his soup slowly, one sip at a time.

Afterwards, when Zhixing communicated with the witch and asked her to run back to the room in the doll tower, Zhixing quickly put an empty plastic bottle into the soup, and after it was full, he quickly took back the bottle, and then slowly maintained the rhythm and swallowed the soup in front of him.

The witch did not notice the paper line's little trick, but took the bowl back after it was emptied, ready to end the game of house.

After confirming that the witch had nothing else to do, Zhixing returned to the memory space.

Then he exited the impression space, returned to the entrance on the second floor, and entered the impression space again.

At this time, Yamada had been waiting here for a long time.

Zhihang didn't waste any time and directly took out a plastic bottle filled with soup.

"This... could it be the magical girl's... enchantment?"

"Uh... I'm pretty close to the answer."

Zhixing looked at the water bottle, whose entire appearance had changed. He tried to unscrew the cap but couldn't. He couldn't help but frown and look at the soup in the bottle, not knowing whether he should take it or not.

This was also Zhixing's first attempt to bring something out of the witch's barrier.

After all, the witch's magic power will quickly dissipate once it leaves the protection of the barrier.

Zhixing also wanted to rely on this dissipating property to force the shadow to reappear by turning Yamada into a mission for a short period of time.

But the witch's magic power can enchant both living and dead things, so as a container, a simple beverage bottle is completely powerless to save the situation.

There was no way out. Zhixing could only watch helplessly as the bottle of special soda gradually dissipated and the lid that had already been opened kept opening.

Finally, before the magic power completely disappeared, the bottle was freed from its enchanted state, unscrewed by Zhixing, and directly stuffed into Yamada's hand.

Yamada also witnessed the rapid flow of liquid in front of him, so he didn't care too much and swallowed the remaining liquid directly.

Then Zhixing saw Yamada's body suddenly swell up, and as a black gas spread out, it gradually returned to its normal size.

And this brief contact, just as Kazuyuki had expected, manifested itself on Yamada's neck.

After waiting for a while, he saw the shadow of the [Fan Writer] and couldn't help but come to the hall and began to ask Zhi Xing to take back the Witch's Kiss.

Because if I don't come to see you soon, Puzi, the recognized existence in the hall of [Fan Fiction Writers], will be in trouble.

Zhixing just took a quick look at it, and then asked the [fan writer] to bring the stunned Yamada into the hall.

As a result, Zhixing also learned the real-life coordinates of the [fan fiction writer]:

"Yamada Ichi-san's dream."

Although Zhixing has not yet figured out why the coordinates of reality can change from real estate to such an abstract situation, he still verified the authenticity of the coordinates and thus entered the hall of "Dou Fiction Writers" with Yamada.

It was also while watching in the hall that Zhi Xing knew why the shadow did not appear.

After all, the shadow only has memories in common with the original body, and their emotions are not connected. Therefore, even though they know about the transaction in their memories.

But he did not communicate with Yamada in advance to cancel the transaction.

Even if Zhi Xing hadn't entered the hall without saying hello, I'm afraid the shadow wouldn't have even helped when watching "Magic Circle".

The difference between the shadow and the real body also made Zhixing realize a problem.

Yamada comes to meet the two-dimensional Puzi, and the two-dimensional Puzi is a cognitive existence created by [fan writers].

So...does this count as Yamada destroying himself?

What about yourself?

Zhixing thought of the shadow of the little bear that had appeared in his hall, and his face became a little strange.

Fortunately, there was no shadow of Jixing appearing in the hall at that time. At least Jixing did not see any trace of shadow. Instead, it seemed like he had stolen Kamoshida's hall and was using it.

Zhixing shook his head, putting aside the imagination of the hall that he had never been able to enter, and looked at Yamada who was having fun.

"Although we didn't discuss the time issue at the time, but... if you still want to leave here alive, then I will be back in an hour. After all, I still have a deal to complete."

Afterwards, Zhixing sat at the door of the hall amidst Yamada Ichi-san's terrified expression, and received a timer reminder kindly provided by the [fan writer].

Happy time is always short-lived.

Yamada Ichiro finally followed Zhixing back to reality.

Seeing Yamada's reluctant look, Zhixing ignored him and went downstairs while wondering why there was no upgrade reward for the bond after he completed the transaction.

This made Zhixing a little confused. Was the contract a binding ability in P5, or was it one of the means to build a temple?

But time waits for no one. Although the paper bank has not been able to figure out these problems, the next transaction is already urging the paper bank to move forward.

Zhixing turned around and looked at the [Disciplinary Officer] who remained silent. After witnessing a round of changes, Zhixing walked downstairs and returned to the cafeteria.

Nothing unexpected happened, and Zhihang smoothly met the "hot girl" who was waiting in the cafeteria.

"Then I won't accompany you."

[Fighter] looked at Paper Line and stood up, saying goodbye to [Hot Girl].

"3Q~Thanks for your hard work, Master."

[Hot Girl] nodded, thanked [Fighter], and then silently watched the paper line.

The paper shop owner looked at each other in amazement and found a seat to sit down.

With the departure of [Fighter], only Zhihang and [Hot Girl] were left in the cafeteria.

"So, what do you want to trade with me?"

Zhi Xing asked curiously.

"I want a promise from you."

"?"

"Tell me specifically, what do you want to trade with me?"

Looking at the [hot girl] in front of him who was retracting her fake smile, Zhixing knew that she was now using her true identity [Soldier] Zhan Ren Hai to conduct a transaction.

"I hope you won't interfere with what happens next."

"How long will it take next?"

"Two days, give me two days."

Zhixing pondered silently, with a vague guess in his mind.

Could it be that Zhan Ren Hai wanted to change his fate, from a victim to a murderer, and then die in the school trial?

If that's the case... then... who will she choose?

Since he had already decided to go against fate, Zhixing naturally turned his attention to the six survivors.

[Young Master] is protected by the [Murderer], [Luck] is protected by a certain degree of favorability, and [Swimming] is also protected by the [Fighter] who is still alive.

Then only the [Detective] and the [Fortune Teller] are left.

Is this to allow Makoto Naegi to join the group of those who lost their wives? Or is it to allow a mortal to survive at the cost of sacrificing the "Fortune Teller"?

Zhixing thought about it and although he hadn't made any preparations in advance, even if a real death occurred, it should be...

"No, my deal still has to go on. Although I won't do anything else, I won't refuse when they come to me for a deal."

[Soldier] closed his eyes and thought for a while, then finally nodded and gave in.

"Okay, so what do I have to pay?"

Looking at the other party's resolute attitude, Zhixing also understood that the [Soldier] had made up his mind to stand in the camp of [Despair].

Zhixing couldn't help but stand up, thinking about his request, and feeling confused that the development of things had deviated from the script of fate.

Logically, I had only told her that Monokuma's excuse for the dark room was false, and that she would have deliberately ended your warning at that moment. Then I brought her back to the real world and headed to the cafeteria.

Is it true that the only way to truly influence destiny is for me to have limited contact with it and leave it alone?

Zhixing couldn't help but look at his hands.

Because I have been experiencing the tragedy of an unchangeable fate.

Zhixing didn't notice any difference between making physical contact and not making any contact.

In this small world, Zhixing also uses his own method to make the dead fake their death to avoid fate.

And this method of change, without exception, has been contacted by all paper companies.

But only part of them are still alive.

The idol's body has not completely lost its vitality, and the baseball player is almost alive except that his mind has been brainwashed.

[Programmer] Although the body is truly dead, the soul remains in the computer. Of course, it is not clear whether the soul is complete enough.

The [Bosozoku] were in even better shape. After all, with the lesson from the [Baseball Player], the paper industry did not use shadows instead, but asked the [Chef] to reprocess the butter so that the electrolysis reaction was within the [Chef's] cognition.

Apart from being possessed by the Witch's Kiss, there is nothing wrong with him.

Although it's not perfect, it's definitely improving.

Zhixing was still very satisfied with this. After all, whether it was the cognitive world or the witch's barrier, they were not powers that he could control. He was only able to exert them to this extent by relying on their original characteristics and the cooperation of other people.

When Zhixing thought about this, he made a judgment in his heart.

The skills honed through life and death as a soldier may make up for Zhixing's regret of not having practiced his skills in Liangshanpo.

But at this moment, what the paper industry wants more is:

"Well, I don't want to give you too much. Just tell me the psychological changes that led to this decision, and what influences led you to this point."

"How on earth... do you make decisions that go beyond the script?"

Chapter 349: Paper Bank’s Self-Reflection

"You're the [Super High School Level Spectator], right? When... did you come out?"

[Soldier] Zhan Ren Hai held the red and blue pill in his palm again and looked at the [Onlooker] who suddenly appeared.

"Isn't that obvious? Of course he came out with the door open."

The spectator looked at the capsule in the opponent's hand and realized that Despair was indeed plotting to kill someone with a borrowed knife. He couldn't help but sigh and said:

"I didn't expect you to actually have this kind of medicine... Don't you know she'll kill you?"

"...Huh? Me? How could that be? To Monokuma, I'm just a participant in the game. How could he possibly be the one to personally participate?"

[Soldier] strode forward with his hands on his hips, looking unconvinced.

"Don't forget, I said I have your script in my hand. Others may misunderstand, but you should be able to know where my script came from."

[Soldier] frowned slightly and looked towards the place where the black and white bear was originally, but disappeared in an instant.

As one of the actual masterminds behind the incident, the [Soldier] knew very well that there was no passage that could allow Monokuma to go back, and he had to walk a few more steps to the corner.

But now the black and white bear disappeared right under his nose, and the [bystander] who was supposed to be guarding the gate also sneaked out.

Although I don’t understand the specific reason, it can be seen that everything is related to the [Bystander].

"That script you mentioned...where does it lead to?"

"Well... the others are trapped in the situation and have no choice, so they still value the future of life and death. But for you, it's probably not worth trading."

[Onlooker] looked at the camera that also appeared in the impression space, and looked at the darkness behind the camera. He knew in his heart that in the impression space, not only was the network blocked, but even the role that mechanical creations could play was very limited.

After all, in reality, it is light and sunlight that convey images.

But in the space of impressions, what comes into view is only cognition based on appearance.