Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

Having identified the new intruder, the Great Moonlight, equipped with various weapons, let out a unified cry, its artificial muscular hooves pawing the ground like bulls before charging towards the white chess piece.

The two forces clashed, and some chess pieces were knocked over by the moonlight, but the moonlight itself fell in greater numbers.

The subconscious guards grappled with the murderous intruder, leaving Miaomeng's side suddenly empty.

"..." Medine silently watched the chess pieces that suddenly appeared, a knowing look on her face. "...This is its power."

Alina is unlikely to be able to match them; the subconscious guards she sent out will soon be wiped out by these abrupt intruders.

"Her power? You mean Xiangzi?" Miaomeng turned around and asked.

“I’m not really sure either,” Medine said. “Aren’t you in a hurry to get to the gate?”

"Oh right, I almost forgot!" Miao Meng suddenly realized.

She looked up to confirm the location of gate 124. It was a straight line between the two points, and now she could run from there to the gate without any obstacles.

"The opportunity has come!"

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A colossal white shadow tore through the sky, accompanied by swarms of chess pieces that gathered around it. As soon as these chess pieces appeared, they spread outwards from Nirvana as the center, colliding with the fallen familiars from Heaven.

Heaven fell, raising its enormous compound eyes to gaze upon Nirvana, which was as large as itself. Countless innocent, savage smiles were reflected within those eyes.

Boom——!

The two colossal objects collided in mid-air. Nirvana, embracing the falling body of Paradise, plummeted from the sky and crashed heavily to the ground.

"They're fighting." Alina crouched on the edge of the cocoon, watching the two creatures wrestling from a distance. "This isn't quite what I expected."

Xiangzi got up and slowly walked to Alina's side, watching the battle unfold in the distance with her.

“What’s different from what you expected?” she asked Alina.

“That person shouldn’t look like this,” Alina murmured, pursing her lips. “He looks just like… like a child who hasn’t grown up.”

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Path of No Return: Chapter 650 The Path of Fall, the Path of No Return

“It’s just like… like a child who hasn’t grown up.” Alina murmured as she looked at the two huge monsters rolling together.

Nirvana's entrance was magnificent, tearing open the sky as a torrent of white soldiers, like auspicious clouds, descended upon them.

Then...then it fell to the ground, embracing heaven. A giant humanoid creature and a giant moth-shaped creature wrestled together, haphazardly bombarding each other's bodies with their fists, teeth, mouthparts, and limbs.

From this distance, Alina couldn't tell whether they were in pain or not; it seemed like children playing around.

Xiangzi squinted, recalling Alina's name for Nirvana.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'that person'?" Xiangzi turned his head. "You not only know about Nirvana, but it also has special significance for you?"

Alina definitely knows something that she doesn't.

Xiangzi thought of it.

“I thought you knew that Medine and I became what we are now because of ‘that person’.” Alina turned her head and looked at Xiangzi in surprise. “I didn’t expect you to know nothing… It seems that what’s in my sight right now isn’t the whole picture of ‘that person’.”

Alina looked thoughtful, then seemed to have figured something out.

"So that's how it is," she murmured. "So that's how your relationship is after all."

"Explain yourself clearly, what do you mean?" Xiangzi grabbed Alina's collar, his eyebrows raised, his tone as if to say, "If you don't tell me, I'll eat you up."

"Would you like to hear my story?"

"Not interested in."

"If my story contains something you want to know, would you still be willing to listen?"

"what?"

“Story about how I became who I am.”

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0 years old: Born in Kamihama City.

Age 2: Began to be exposed to various artworks at the Kamihama Art Museum.

Age 8: The death of his beloved dog and the passing of his grandparents triggered his awareness of the process of transforming from a living being into an object, and he began to try to depict the boundary between life and death.

Age 10: Experimenting with various forms of expression, such as composite photos made from fixed-point photography before and after death, and using dynamic images of skeletons.

11 years old: "Black and White with Life", which incorporates the colors symbolizing life into the black and white skeleton artwork symbolizing death, creating a strong contrast and a vivid and psychedelic style.

Age 12: "Painting: Screaming Arhat" - This painting was created after the artist felt that screaming in pain was the pinnacle of life, and that instinct, emotion, and reason rose to their limits.

Age 13: Installation Art: A Group of Human Figures

Age 14: "Painting: The Resurrection Series"

Three-Dimensional: The Mechanism Proving Reincarnation and H2O

Painting: The Face of the Vampire

Installation Art: At the Feet of Soldiers

Painting: Has Nothingness Acquired Everything?

.......

Alina has long been hailed as a child prodigy, and her works have been exhibited in art museums for people to appreciate, evaluate, and study.

From childhood to adulthood, she seems to have never lacked "inspiration." Whenever she wants something, inspiration always springs up like a fountain, and then her work is born.

It has always been like this.

So she never thought about why she did it.

It wasn't until her work won another award that a judge sent her a letter, supposedly delivered through a third party.

This is a very interesting letter.

At first, Alina had no intention of accepting the letter. Accustomed to her freedom, she didn't even want to meet any judges or accept an award.

But that letter "flew" into her hands.

Alina found she couldn't throw it away and could only slowly place it on the ground. However, whenever she made a "flicking" gesture towards the letter, as if trying to throw something, the letter would automatically fly back into her hand.

Alina, who possessed an extraordinary intuition, sensed that the "time" of the letter seemed somewhat different from normal.

She became interested in the letter and opened it.

But what came out was a pile of shredded paper pieces, like a jigsaw puzzle.

The time of the letter is reversed.

Alina's keen intuition realized this, so she began to imitate the action of tearing paper, but doing it backwards.

Just like pressing the reverse button on a video, the shredded paper taken from the envelope was pieced together into a complete sheet of paper in my hand.

Alina lowered her eyes and read the words on the letter, one by one.

You have the ability to create beautiful, enigmatic works that viewers will dedicate their entire lives to studying.

[But your work doesn't convey a theme to the outside world; that's a potent poison that could drive people mad.]

Therefore, if you don't want to change the world, please stop creating.

Conversely, if you have this thought, then go for it!

Does my work lack a theme?

Alina put the letter aside and ignored it.

What a joke! Just read that and forget it. What a waste of such an interesting envelope to have such boring writing on it.

She set the letter aside, too lazy to bother with it.

Does this kind of thing have no meaning in staying in one's mind at all...?

Your work does not convey a specific theme to the outside world.

When she was creating her next piece, she suddenly remembered the contents of the letter.

What is your theme?

She put down her pen and looked at her hands, which were covered in paint.

She just creates when inspiration strikes; she never seriously considers the theme or anything like that.

What is a topic? Is a topic important?

Alina frowned, forcing herself to continue drawing.

But that sentence seemed to have been implanted within her, taking root and sprouting, growing wildly throughout her body. Soon her pen stopped again, and the hand holding the palette trembled with the fluctuations of her emotions.

Anxiety, frustration, and many other emotions I had never felt before flooded my mind like a torrent.

What exactly is a theme?

Alina was stumped by this problem and became deeply entangled in it.

She put down her paintbrush, left her studio, and searched every corner of Kamibama for the "theme." In this process, she found fragments resembling envelopes; these objects, seemingly existing in reverse time, gave her much inspiration.

But inspiration isn't the main point; these things can't solve your problems.

So she began traveling the world, which took her half a year—

But they still gained nothing.

Unable to find a theme, Alina lost all her passion—the passion to create, the passion to live. At this moment, excessive grief transformed into an indescribable excitement.

At a time when she should have been sad, disappointed, and numb, she somehow, damn it, had another stroke of inspiration.

Therefore, if you don't want to change the world, please stop creating.

Conversely, if you have this thought, then go for it!

When I lose my passion for everything, will my art "die"? The death of my passion, the death of my art, and my death... these will be my last works.

"Rather than lingering in this world after the passion has faded, let the last bit of passion burn you out."

Alina had this idea.

however.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?"

A weasel came into her line of sight.

She thought she must be crazy to see a talking weasel, or a ferret, or a rabbit? Anyway, it's really abnormal for something like that to be able to talk, right?

It said its name was Kyubey, and that Alina had great talent as a magical girl and wanted to make a contract with it. In exchange, it could grant her one wish.

What a joke.

Does a wish that isn't fulfilled by one's own hands even qualify as a wish? This guy doesn't understand anything at all.

Alina kicked it away, and with her enthusiasm still burning, returned home to begin preparing the final piece.

The next day.

All the museums that exhibited Alina's works received devastating news—all of Alina's works had been destroyed, and the culprit was none other than Alina herself.

After destroying all the works she had exhibited, Alina went to the school's rooftop.

Carefully climb over the railing.

Directly below her chosen landing spot was a sea of ​​flowers she had arranged herself, with a mobile phone recording a video next to it.

"This is the end," Alina said, looking down. "Like a firework about to burn out, this is Alina's final, brilliant display..."

"You can make any wish. It doesn't have to solve your troubles; it's okay if you just want to get something."

"You're so annoying." Alina glanced at the guy and sighed. "Fine, I'll make a wish then."

"Really."

Alina never lies.

"It's good that I came back to ask you again. So what is your wish, Alina Grey?"

"Alina used to get scolded by her parents for focusing too much on drawing, so... I want my own studio."

A flash of light appeared, and the green Soul Gem appeared in Alina's hand.