Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

Then comes the third one.

Click.

It was still empty.

She gave a slight smirk and glanced at Medion. The latter shrugged at her, giving her an expression that said, "I know nothing."

Miao Meng bared her teeth, her gaze fixed on the last unopened luggage rack, a sense of unease creeping into her heart. What if it wasn't here either? Wouldn't all her efforts have been for nothing?

She had solemnly promised Xiangzi, so wouldn't this mean...

Hey.

Miao Meng patted her cheeks, telling herself to wake up, that what she was looking for was definitely in the last luggage rack.

Taking a deep breath, Miaomeng pressed the snap-on switch.

Click.

The luggage rack opens upwards.

Miao Meng tiptoed and peered inside... a small black briefcase lay there.

"Is that all?" She took off her briefcase, somewhat disappointed.

There was less inside than I had imagined; there was only a crumpled notebook with countless sticky notes on it.

"It's actually this." Medine seemed to recognize the thing and blinked.

"What is this?" Miao Meng held the crumpled notebook between two fingers, dangling it in front of her eyes.

"You'll see when you open it."

"......"

Miaomeng opened the notebook and quickly scanned two pages.

Various different characters, separators, and tone marks appeared densely before my eyes.

“The structure of the grammar of massacre is very clear, but it must be translated to fit different languages. Therefore, the effect of the grammar is limited to a single language sphere. As long as the scope of its spread is controlled, it is easy to control the scale of massacres,” Medine explained. “This notebook is the notebook I use to embed the grammar into different languages.”

She said with a touch of pride.

"This is the culmination of my life's work."

"But, that..."

But Miao Meng was not impressed by Medien's life's work. She was sweating profusely as she flipped through the notebook page by page, trying to find some other information.

"Where's the list?" Miao Meng's breathing, which had just calmed down, became rapid again almost immediately.

She finished flipping through the notebook, closed the last page, and suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with terror.

Where is the list?

"What list?" Medion looked at her suspiciously. "Isn't what you want my results?"

“Your research findings can be submitted as evidence, but that’s too slow. You’ll be going to a meeting right after you get off the plane, right?” Miao Meng grabbed her notebook and walked up to Medien. “There’s no time to use that as evidence! What I need is a list! A list of Pentagon officials who are colluding with you!”

“The officials I colluded with?” Medien paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, “You mean the person who funded me, Kuvak Salva, right?”

"A fake doctor? That sounds like a fake name!"

“Of course it’s a pseudonym. How could such high-ranking people let me know their names?” Medion said with a wry smile. “So that’s what you were planning. Quite clever… But I’m sorry, I don’t know much about their internal affairs either.”

A rumbling sound came from outside the window.

Miaomeng turned her head and looked out the airplane window. The horizon in the distance seemed to have risen a little higher, as if there was a mountain standing there.

Amidst the wind and rain, the sound of the music became much clearer.

Miao Meng knew that it wasn't a mountain at all, but a tsunami.

The impending tsunami engulfing the airport was a signal that the second layer of the dream was about to fall. They no longer had time to search for the next place that might hold important information.

"Damn it!" Meow Dream threw her notebook onto the seat and grabbed Medine's collar. "You knew all along!"

“You’re wrong.” Medine looked at her calmly, her eyes as still as a pool of water. “The ‘fake doctor’ who sponsored me has never met me. If he doesn’t know something, he doesn’t know it.”

"I don't care! I'll kill you as soon as I wake up! That'll do the same thing!"

“You were all in cahoots, weren’t you? The plane landed at 10 a.m. on June 25th. If you killed me, you would be investigated. Even if you produced my notebook and cleared your names afterward, it would have been well past June 27th.” Medine said calmly. “June 27th is a big day.”

"you know?!"

"That's what the letter said. Otherwise, why would I have chosen this day? The letter promised me that a brand new world would come afterward. Do you understand what I mean? What I want to do has never been to destroy the world, but to rebuild it."

"Another letter! Ugh! I'm so angry!" Miao Meng was grinding her teeth to powder.

She had heard Medine mention "letters from the other side" many times. Every step Medine took was guided by these letters, just as an actor has to constantly check the time with the people on stage before joining the stage during intermission. These letters sent back from the future were gradually guiding Medine to a fixed position.

Now, the actors on stage are about to take their places, and no one can stop her.

"You've run out of tricks, haven't you?" Despite being grabbed by the collar, Medien spoke in a condescending tone, "But I can give you a chance, a chance for you, Yutenji Wakami."

"what?"

“I told you I could slow down the pace of the plan for you, and even send you back home before the 27th, as long as you’re willing to inherit my mantle.” Medine’s gaze fell on the notebook lying on the chair. “It’s that thing.”

"What exactly do you see in me?" Miao Meng asked, puzzled.

“Talent, and... we're very similar.”

"Why do you want me to inherit your notes?"

“I want you to help me rebuild this world, with your talents, with your language,” Medine said.

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 653 The Only Chance in This Life

“I want you to help me rebuild this world, with your own talents, with your own language,” Medine said, “not with the promise of a letter.”

"What did you say?" Meow Dream pointed at herself, "You need my help to rebuild the world?"

Meowmeng gleaned from Meadion's fragmented descriptions that she wanted to create a world where killing and peace were completely separate, unaffected, and parallel.

Isn't her real purpose to use nuclear weapons to clean up the mess?

Rebuilding the world?

This is much more difficult than destroying the world. If Miao Meng thought she was just extremely misanthropic before, this Medien Nine-Year-Old Tumor Doctor Liu Qiba IIba is truly insane now.

"Why? What gives you the right?" Miaomeng looked at her, puzzled.

“Because that was my original wish, to create a new world,” Medine said. “But later I discovered that due to my inadequacy, I ended up killing… my adoptive father. The new world without war was originally what I was preparing for him.”

"you......."

"Everyone's world is encased in an information cocoon. People only see what they want to see, and they don't care how tragic the world is. Occasionally, some people who break out of the information cocoon will feel sorry for those tragic things. Indeed, people who are powerless say that they are powerless, and use this as an excuse to sit idly by, being lazy and negligent."

"This is the world we live in. Even magical girls like you are part of this world. Even if you have to fight witches that could kill you, you can still enjoy afternoon tea at a coffee shop, get 22% off at the supermarket, experience the troubles of adolescence, have pink dreams drawn for you by works of art, and only see what you want to see."

“Civilization…conscience is fragile and easily broken. Civilization is generally developing towards making everyone happy, but our civilization is not yet fully prepared. We do not yet have the determination and ability to eradicate the misery of the whole world, unless, we make a wish.” Medion rubbed his forehead and sighed. “Although I don’t want to admit it, that’s the truth.”

"Are there really magical girls who can advance civilization through making wishes...?" Meow Dream murmured.

"Human progress is inseparable from incubators, who have been driving the world's development step by step for millions, even hundreds of millions of years," Medine said. "We grow in petri dishes... It is precisely because we grow in petri dishes that it is most valuable and meaningful to transform and rebuild the world with our own hands."

"But... what do you want me to do for you?"

"I want to create a cocoon, a cocoon that envelops the whole world, so that everyone can continue to dream the dreams they want to have, without having to care about the pain and loss outside the cocoon, and without feeling powerless about things they can't see."

Medine made a cutting gesture.

"The wheels of history have inertia. No matter what, the times are moving forward. What we do is like surgically removing a tumor, eliminating backward functions from evolution, thereby propelling human society forward... This is not something that can be achieved by 'making a wish,' but by pushing the wheels to turn faster with our own hands."

“It’s not a wish that’s achieved with our own hands, it’s not a wish, you can understand that, right?” Medine grabbed Meow Dream’s hand, her tone becoming excited. “We possess a power that even magic can’t achieve, a power that belongs to humanity itself.”

Those letters that led her to this point were simply her only option after she had nowhere else to turn. The letter promised the existence of Noah's Ark, promised the birth of a new world, but demanded that she become the one to unleash the world-ending flood.

Now that she has met Meow Dream and found the opportunity to realize her dream, she wants to be the one who creates a new world, not the one who causes a flood.

“But I can’t do it alone. This will take a long time to complete. Countless people are watching my life. If I don’t die today, I will die tomorrow… So I need someone who can help me complete this.”

Medine took a deep breath and excitedly grasped Meow Dream's hand.

“‘Faith’ promised me a new world, and the existence behind it has guided me to where I am today. I had already resigned myself to my fate until you pulled me into a dream,” Medion said. “I understood the moment you spoke your first words to me. That warm tone, that accent that I felt nostalgic… it’s the accent of my hometown. You’re imitating my accent on the spot!”

"So what if it is..." Miaomeng was sweating profusely.

At that time, in order to help Xiangzi quickly calm down Medien, she learned Medien's unique accent. Was that accent something left over from Medien's completely lost "mother tongue"?

She really dug herself a perfect hole to jump into.

“I’ve been in the linguistics field for over a decade and have met countless scholars who study language, but none of them are as talented as you in this area,” Medine said, adding, “except for myself.”

"...Is this the time to boast? Since you made a promise, why are you going to all this trouble? You just said not long ago that you would use mainstream language to release the 'massacre grammar' at the press conference...How come you've completely reversed it now?"

This is what Miaomeng finds most incomprehensible.

She clearly said it was completely different from what she said earlier.

When did the change in attitude begin?

Miao Meng racked her brains to recall, starting from now and going back to Limbo, to their first real meeting.

Medion's change in attitude...

Miao Meng's pupils suddenly shrank to their smallest size.

...It seems like it started when they began spending time alone together!

It turned out to be that time.

I was targeted at that time.

She was already deeply trapped in the snare that Medion had carefully set, and there was no way out.

Medine lowered her head and took off the contact lenses that had completely blackened her eyes.

A pair of bright blue eyes reappeared before Miaomeng's eyes.

She removed the colored contact lenses she used to conceal her true thoughts, revealing her intentions and ambitions to Miaomeng.

"Your strength as a magical girl isn't that great; at best, you're just good enough to survive on your own. Have you ever thought about changing the world?"

I never thought of that.

She dreamed of becoming famous through making movies, but changing the world? She didn't even dare to think about it.

“This opportunity is now in front of you,” Medine said. “I can give up using the genocide grammar at the press conference and help you return home. It’s a win-win situation. The last condition for this outcome is that you agree to become my disciple.”

"......"

Miao Meng slightly opened her mouth, then froze.

In Medion's eyes, which had returned to their deep blue, she saw ambition. An ambition she herself had once possessed.

While she was taking the script to the production company, while she was squandering a billion yen that was insignificant in the face of capital, and dreaming unattainable dreams.

Yutenji Wakana once had such eyes as well.

When did she lose her eyesight? Was it when the script was rejected again, when she ran out of money, or when she was content to live a mediocre life as a beauty blogger in a small room?

A silhouette appeared in Miaomeng's mind.

At some point, Miaomeng realized that whenever she thought of Xiangzi, the first thing that came to mind was not Xiangzi's face, but rather his back in the sunlight.

That figure, unwilling to admit defeat.

"I want to prove myself."

This is a famous line from the movie "A Better Tomorrow," and it's what Xiangzi said to her after he escaped from Amoris's bank.

"I......."

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In the first layer of the dream, Rebecca gazed at the water so close at hand, held her breath, and prepared to touch the surface.

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"(Hai Ling!)"

In the second layer of the dream, Hailing flew to a position very close to the car, trying to get closer little by little.

Fortunately, the hexahedral space is not a completely vacuum environment; it is filled with air. Fluid dynamics can help Hailing gradually move closer to the car.