Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

Miaomeng crumpled the boarding pass in her hand into a ball and stuffed it back into her pocket.

"There is a board announcing the boarding gate every fifty meters. Go find your boarding gate when the gates open."

Miao Meng turned around, her hand covering the valve of the vault, and glanced back at Medien's neatly tailored women's suit.

After returning from Limbo, Medion was "resurrected" into her real-world appearance: black hair, black eyes, and a black suit, with only her skin so pale it looked like a dead person. The innocent blue-haired girl from before had completely disappeared, as if she had never existed.

Really not?

When Miao Meng recalls what Medine said about what she went through in the past, she wonders if this person gradually became the way she is now.

Perhaps before that massacre, Medine really was the same as they had seen before.

What are you thinking about now?

“You might be running for a long time later, so take a look at your high heels.” Miao Meng’s gaze moved to Medien’s feet. “You’d better knock the heels off, otherwise if you twist your ankle, you’ll be on your own.”

Medine obediently took off her high heels, knocked off five centimeters of sky-high heels, and put them back on.

Have you ever thought about changing the world?

"I never thought of using your method."

“We can be more gentle; I’m not in a hurry.”

"Oh?" Miaomeng raised her eyebrows curiously. "Even now, you can still say such things. Do you think you can make up for what you did before with just one sentence?"

She could never forget the horrific scene she witnessed in Africa.

Burning buildings, mountains of corpses, incessant gunfire... These are scenes only found in hell, scenes created by Medien himself.

Medine smiled slightly, shrugged, and said nothing.

“I guess you’ve never killed anyone with your own hands,” Medine suddenly said.

"How did you know? Did you guess?" Miaomeng said, neither confirming nor denying.

“Because you’re a lot like that kind of person,” Medine said, pointing to herself. “Just like me.”

"...That's all in the past. I haven't done it for a while."

"Are you trying to prove we're different by saying this?"

“Of course.” Miao Meng subconsciously defended herself. “I have already turned over a new leaf. At most, I use things that might kill people to make things easier for myself, while you have a way to make thousands of people kill each other without getting your hands dirty.”

“What’s the difference between one person and a group of people, and the whole world?” Medine shrugged. “In my opinion, there isn’t.”

"Moreover, the 'grammar of slaughter' is not my power. 'Grammar' is just a pre-existing system in the human brain. I just discovered it."

“I used to use that kind of talk to numb myself, but I didn’t expect you to do it too,” Miao Meng said sarcastically.

"Doesn't this just prove that we are the same kind of people?"

"..."

“The human brain has the potential for slaughter pre-existing, so there’s no need to be alarmed.” Seeing that Meow Dream didn’t react, Medine continued, “Even if the slaughter grammar isn’t activated, the functions of killing, stealing, and committing crimes do exist.”

"Waging war, fighting for power, burning, killing, and looting—these behaviors have all taken a place in the brain according to evolutionary needs."

“But we still have a choice.” Miaomeng turned to look at her.

She didn't realize she'd been led astray, and instead of dwelling on the "not much time left" issue, she started arguing with Medion.

“I feel guilty, and I can take responsibility for my choices. I will repent for what I have done in the past... Although I may not actually go to atone for my sins in person, I do not believe that I would consider murder, crime, and robbery as reasonable and justifiable as you say.”

That's a twisted thought that only comes from someone whose mind has been completely taken over by a witch.

“I feel the same way as you,” Medine said with a smile that seemed to strike her like a thunderbolt.

Miao Meng never imagined she would say such a thing. She agreed with her own rebuttal... What kind of debate is this?

"If acts of burning, killing, and looting arise from the need for survival, then acts of being considerate and caring for others, and sacrificing oneself for others, also arise from the need for evolution. If these behaviors evolved independently in our brains without interfering with each other, that would be fine. But there are several emotional modules that are in competition with each other... Do you know how the saber-toothed tiger went extinct?"

Medine suddenly changed the subject and asked.

"There are many reasons. Do you want me to go through them one by one, explaining things that can be found by search engines?"

"Their once-proud teeth have become an obstacle to hunting as climate change and prey shifts."

"I've heard that saying before... What are you trying to say?"

"In the past, when people couldn't get enough to eat, there was a module in the brain that was craving sweets. This function should have played a significant role in enabling humans to obtain sufficient nutrition. However, now, craving sweets has become a major cause of diabetes. Like the teeth of a saber-toothed tiger, these functions have become outdated with the development of the times."

"You mean... the emotional module that drives people to commit crimes is an 'outdated function' of humanity?"

"I'm not sure about that; judging whether something is outdated requires a case-by-case analysis."

Rumble————!

The faint sound of thunderclaping outside the door pulled Miaomeng out of the vortex of the argument.

"Oh." Medine feigned a look of realization. "It seems we've been chatting for too long again. Let's go find what you're looking for first."

“That’s how it should be!” Miao Meng gripped the valve of the vault, her eyebrows furrowed.

But curiosity, like fingernails gently scratching at her heart, made her unbearably itchy, and she longed to hear Medine continue.

This woman is truly terrifying.

Miao Meng took a deep breath and turned on the valve of the vault.

The instant the internal and external connections were reconnected, the Moonlight Walking Tank's signature bull-like moo rang out. The heavy iron doors of the vault were now in a state of disrepair.

"Moo-!"

Moonlight, its head battered and bruised from banging its head against the wall, rushed toward Miaomeng through the crack in the door.

Miaomeng wrapped the soft whip around its toes and pulled hard.

The biggest challenge of bipedal walking is the fragile balance. Once one leg is completely worn out, the heavy body is powerless to recover. Even if you just fall, it will take a while to get up.

"Moo!"

The moonlight fell to the ground, struggling to get up.

Miao Meng turned around, grabbed Medine's wrist, and took advantage of the moment when Moonlight got up to dart out through the gap.

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 648 Leave it to Fate

"hurry up!"

Meow Dream squeezed through the gap between the moonlight and the door, pulling the slow-moving Medine along, and rushed toward the nearest notice board.

While they were lying in the vault, all the passengers outside had long since fled, replaced by all sorts of different automatic weapons, including Moonlight. These automatic weapons, which may or may not exist in reality, wandered around the airport like they were strolling through a shopping mall.

"Tsk." Miao Meng leaned against the wall and glanced at the wide road outside the corridor. "Troublesome."

"Can't you solve this?" Medine asked curiously, standing further inside.

“Who says I can’t handle this?” Miao Meng clicked her tongue, poked her head out from behind cover, and looked toward the nearest black spherical object that was swaying and patrolling.

"grumble--!"

The black spherical object was bound with a soft whip and dragged into the bunker before it could even cry for help.

锔——!

The bladed whip folded into a pointed cane, piercing the black sphere. Sparks flew from the pierced part of the sphere, and then it lost power.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Medine clapped from behind.

This thing that looks like a round ball with three arms sticking out of it is called "Little Moonlight". It is very small and can be held in your arms like a watermelon.

However, there were so many of these little gadgets, and their eyesight was excellent, making it difficult to avoid their gaze. Miaomeng could only use a whip to pull them over and smash them whenever she saw one, to prevent them from triggering an alarm.

However, this makes the movement much slower.

It's slow, so be it.

Miao Meng glanced at the torrential rain and rolling thunder outside the window. The scenery outside the window had not changed much, which meant that the second fall had not yet occurred.

The second fall, transmitted from the first to the third floor, would slow down the time by twenty times, or four hundred times. In a dream, this would definitely manifest as a very noticeable commotion, giving her ample time to do something.

So even though she's in a hurry, she also has the resources to not be in such a rush.

After methodically dealing with a few more small moons, they led Medien around the patrol route of the large moons and found a signboard displaying flight information.

The electronic billboards displaying eighteen languages ​​scroll every ten seconds or so, changing to a different language each time. However, no matter the language, it poses no difficulty for Miaomeng to read.

"NVN345... It really is at gate 124. Continuing forward from here is the right way." Miaomeng squinted and looked in that direction.

"Interested in continuing our previous topic?" Medine followed behind her as if they were strolling through a shopping mall, asking seemingly casually.

"What? You still want to continue talking under these circumstances?"

"This road stretches as far as the eye can see, and there's nothing to hinder our robots..."

—Moo—!

The sound of moonlight could be heard not far away.

Medine swallowed her words halfway through, and several obvious black lines appeared on her forehead.

"Did you hear that? Now is not the time for you to take advantage of any openings." Meow Dream rolled her eyes and led Medine to hide behind the wall.

The heavy footsteps under the moonlight came from another corner, and the echo of the footsteps as the toes touched the ground gradually changed from a muffled thud in the narrow space to a loud sound in the open space.

That Moonlight is blocking the way, and there must be more than one.

Miaomeng heard more than one set of footsteps.

In other words, the path that leads directly to the end is blocked, and if you want to go around it, you have to go up to the second floor and take the passage on the second floor.

“Let’s go, follow the instructions and go around from the second floor.”

She grabbed Medine and turned to walk toward the escalator leading to the second floor.

however.

As soon as Miaomeng stepped onto the second floor, Moonlight downstairs seemed to sense something and let out a "Moo—!" sound. With a powerful leap, the artificially muscular legs kicked off and she jumped up.

"!"

Miao Meng's heart almost stopped.

As if sensing something, the moonlight lingering all around converged in this direction.

If Xiangzi were here, he could probably take down all those Moonlight girls in less than two minutes.

But given the current situation, let alone taking a detour, even if they haven't been discovered yet, it's only a matter of time before they are caught.

“Looks like he can’t move,” Medion said casually. “Want to chat for a bit?”

"Why are you only thinking about chatting?"

“I’m not the one in a hurry,” Medion shrugged. “Our fundamental goals are different.”

"Sigh." Miao Meng sighed and peeked out from behind the cover for a few more glances.

When did the change begin? It seems that after they found the gate for flight NVN345, the lingering moonlight seemed to sense something and all gathered in that direction.

It seems that as the destination becomes clearer, the subconscious level of vigilance also increases.

At first, I thought that all these subconscious guardians were controlled by Alina, but now I realize that Medion's own subconscious also retains some control.

Miao Meng turned her head to look at Medien.

Even if Medine appears calm on the surface, she must be on guard inside... After thinking about it carefully, Miao Meng realized that she really needed to chat with her and try to get closer to her.

She happened to be quite curious about the topic that had abruptly ended earlier.

"Where were we?" Miaomeng recalled, "You said that the 'massification grammar' is an outdated function."

“Have you ever seen a poor country?” Medine started another seemingly unrelated topic. “Even if you are born in a developed country and are poor, there is still a big difference between you and true poverty.”

“I can understand.” Miao Meng leaned against the wall and looked at the ceiling. “The small country that Ahmed took over is like heaven and hell compared to Casablanca, which is also in Africa.”

Casablanca, however, still differs considerably from Reed Plains.

She had at least some experience of real poverty.

“Famine, poverty, and disease exist in a world beyond our accustomed experience, and in such places, the grammar of slaughter and the function of crime are not particularly outdated.”

"why."

"Let's assume this takes place before humans knew how to farm. Humans had already learned to form groups, help each other, and be united and friendly, because this made it easier to live a stable life and more conducive to the reproduction of the species than to deceive and fight each other."