Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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This mask, which seemed to be Hailing's second face, scrutinized the security guards surrounding her. The gaping, ferocious mouth on the mask seemed to be mocking their overestimation of their abilities.

In an instant, Hailing suddenly withdrew the power of the lightsaber that was blocking the security guards, causing the security guards who were slashing at her with the lightsaber to lose their balance for a moment.

Buzz buzz buzz————!

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding security guards were reduced to fragments.

However, the enemy continued to pour in from all directions.

In front of him, behind him, above him, to his left and right, and even at his feet were the security guards who had been cut in half at the waist but could still move with difficulty, and who were now only half-dead.

The sounds of lightsabers clashing, the hiss of high temperatures cutting through steel, Hailing's increasingly heavy breathing, the wind, the rain from the next dream realm, and music slowed down twenty times—all these sounds intertwined.

Her four hands each held a lightsaber, but their trajectories did not intersect during the swings. Instead, they moved in perfect harmony, as if in one with nature, whether defending, attacking, or both simultaneously.

Hailing has never experienced such a selfless feeling of oneness with nature.

She seems to have transcended.

How much longer? She couldn't remember anymore.

Was it a dream or reality? She didn't care anymore.

Swordsmanship was the thing she loved to study most after all these years of living alone. At this moment, she was completely immersed in it, and everything else seemed to become unimportant.

Although he couldn't see behind him, he could clearly sense the enemy's movements, as if the demon mask on the back of his head had truly become his second face.

The blood arm, constructed with magic, was initially a bit awkward, but under intense combat, it became as if it had always grown naturally onto the body.

His ghostly appearance unconsciously reminded Hailing of the legends she had heard before.

"In the country of Feida, there was a man named Su Nuo. He was a person with two faces, each facing away from the other. His head was joined together without a neck, and he had hands and feet. He had knees but no heels. He was strong and agile, and he wore swords on both hands and used bows and arrows with all four hands."

The legendary ghost, Su Nuo with two faces.

Perhaps this is what it looks like.

Hai Ling grinned, giving a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of her mouth.

She proclaimed herself a ghost or deity, yet her movements were as graceful as a swallow, riding the waves through the enemy's sea of ​​enemies.

The swallows swoop down to meet the oncoming waves, then flip over to greet the next wave.

Despite having only three minutes to spare, Hai Ling seemed to have been fighting for a whole day, with visible white smoke rising from her head and her chest completely soaked with sweat.

Without self-awareness, the security guards feel no fear and simply rush towards Hailing.

This was exactly what she wanted.

The one-against-many battles were almost non-stop, with lightsabers clashing every second. As soon as the red and green beams of light collided, security guards were instantly cut into scrap metal.

She charged forward, beheading the enemy in front of her, then took a half step back. The hands behind her made it seem as if she were facing the enemy behind her, without even needing to turn around. The beam of light split the opponent in two along the central axis.

However, the state of harmony between man and nature seemed unable to last long, as a voice interrupted Hailing's selfless state of mind.

"(Hailin.)" At that moment, Mu's voice suddenly rang in her mind, "(I have a bad feeling, come back quickly.)"

Since becoming "Mortis", Mu has not noticed any difference in himself compared to usual, except that he is unusually perceptive in terms of "premonition".

Although the operation was meticulously planned, Mu had a bad feeling during its execution. This feeling arose without any reason, and Mu was afraid of jinxing it, so he never spoke of it.

But repeated confirmations told her that perhaps her intuition was the ability she gained after becoming Mortis.

Why it was a premonition, Mu didn't know either.

But she could no longer ignore this bad feeling, and her finger hesitated noticeably as she pressed the bright red detonation button.

Hailing stopped abruptly, her shoes sparking as they scraped against the metal floor.

"Tsk."

For a fleeting moment, she thought it would be wonderful if she could just have a good, carefree fight.

If Mu hadn't called her back, perhaps...

With her hands behind her back blocking the pursuers, Hai Ling took a breath and turned to run towards wall A.

However, just as she took a step, a lateral force flung her away.

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"Ten seconds! Nine seconds!"

Rebecca turned on the music, flipped over and jumped out of the carriage, shouting the final countdown before the plunge off the cliff. The gap created by the deer's head was quickly filled; in just a few seconds, it would be completely covered again.

So when Rebecca had eight seconds left, Chu Hua took a step forward.

The violent acceleration pressed everyone in the carriage onto their seats. Those facing away from Chu Hua were held together by their belts to avoid rolling around in a heap.

Chu Hua pulled the carriage, rushed out of the gap that was about to be filled, and headed towards the cliff not far from them.

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Because Chu Hua was moving too fast, the feeling of the next dream level became exceptionally strong. Mu was almost slammed against the wall by the enormous horizontal force. The big red button in her hand flew out, but before it hit the ground, it was tied up again by the silk thread and pulled back into Mu's hand.

“(Hailin!)” Mu shouted anxiously in the voice message.

"(I'm on my way back!)" Hailing's voice sounded somewhat preoccupied.

After being pulled out of the state of harmony between man and nature by Mu, Hai (six) Strange Events II Ba Si Shi < Ba Ling's first feeling was impatience and resentment. She resented that Mu had actually pulled her out of such a perfect state, and even began to resent Xiangzi's plan.

But she regained consciousness the next moment.

"Why would I have such a thought?" Hailing asked herself as she fought off attacks from all sides and retreated toward A-345.

She thought about how Xiangzi and Miaomeng had also become somewhat strange lately.

Since reuniting with Xiangzi, she found that time seemed to pass by particularly quickly. Not quickly, but quickly, as if there was something to do every minute, and even resting felt like clocking in and out. Everyone—especially Xiangzi—became more emotional.

Even I... seem to have been infected.

Even he himself had become emotional without realizing it, so Xiangzi probably was too...

"So this is what Xiangzi meant by Medine's influence?" She sighed. "Now we can only hope that Miaomeng can hold her back."

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boom!

boom! !

boom! ! !

The artificial muscle's fist slammed the head of the last Moonlight tank into the ground, violently bombarding the metal components until it was completely unresponsive.

"Huff... Huff..."

Xiangzi stood amidst the ruins of the moonlight, breathing heavily, as she restored the artificial muscle arms on her shoulders. They were covered in fluorescent blue coolant, with a few drops of blood she had wiped herself onto them.

Until the very end, she was venting her anger by destroying the two moonbeams.

After calming down, she looked around.

This area was exceptionally desolate after the fierce battle. The ground was riddled with craters, and the passengers in the station were either dead or had fled. Although these passengers were projections of Medien's subconscious, their deaths still looked very real.

I did it myself.

All of this, all of this, and all of this, she did herself. During the battle, she didn't pay any attention to the fleeing crowd, nor did she consider any consequences.

However, looking at this tragic scene, she actually felt a kind of... strange pleasure.

Why would I have this feeling?!

Xiangzi covered her forehead and found that her heart was still pounding with excitement. No matter how much her mind denied it, the exhilarating feeling just wouldn't subside.

Has it gotten to this point?

Xiangzi slowed his breathing, took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and then exhaled the stale air from his lungs.

After repeating this several times, my feverish and excited heartbeat finally slowed down a bit.

"Phew...finally..."

Just as she finally caught her breath, a series of lightning bolts appeared without warning in the dark, cloud-covered sky, illuminating the entire sky.

In the dim light, the lightning also illuminated a huge, hazy shadow floating in the air above, blocking out the light.

Xiangzi squinted at the shadowy figure.

That is.......

"Hey, hey, hey, Xiangzi, did you see that lightning just now?!"

"I saw it." Xiangzi jumped down from the remnants of the moonlight and glanced at the timer.

There's still about half the time left, but that thunder just now... must have happened in the second layer of the dream, affecting the third layer.

"It should be the first layer of the dream preparing to enter the falling phase. We need to hurry." After calming down, Xiangzi calmly gave orders, "Did you find out anything?"

"She recalled some details of her surroundings, and I speculate it was..."

"Wait, don't say anything yet." Xiangzi covered Miaomeng's mouth with his hand.

Miao Meng's lips felt incredibly comfortable as soft fingers massaged them.

Is this a reward for me? — Oh no, now is not the time to think about these things.

"Hmm?" Miao Meng asked vaguely, "Why?"

Seeing that she was still acting so improperly, Xiangzi shook his head helplessly and gestured with his fingers towards his head.

"Take me there, but don't tell me where it is or what's nearby."

"Why didn't you remind me earlier? What if I had known beforehand and told you?" Miaomeng hissed softly in her ear.

“I’ve forgotten too.” Xiangzi raised his eyes, looking at her with a gaze that seemed as fragile as glass to Miaomeng. “…I can no longer trust myself.”

"Don't say such discouraging things." Miao Meng ruffled Xiangzi's hair, which was matted together by various coolants, sweat, blood and the like, but Miao Meng still ruffled it vigorously. "There are still more than twenty minutes left, we can make it."

Xiangzi nodded softly, letting Miaomeng hold his hand, and together with Medien, they headed towards the vault.

Medine clutched her increasingly painful chest and followed behind them.

As she watched Xiangzi and Miaomeng's retreating figures, the memories in her mind gradually became clearer.

As time passed, she seemed to remember something.

She remembered her past.

It was precisely because of this that when she followed Xiangzi and Miaomeng to the entrance of that vault, and watched with her own eyes Miaomeng use the number 345124 that had already left a deep impression on her to open the vault door, and saw the clown with long green hair who jumped out of the scare box holding up a sign that read "You've been tricked," swaying arrogantly from side to side with the movement of the spring.

She wasn't surprised at all.

She has remembered who she is.

The woman, whose hair had turned completely black, coughed up blood mixed with lung tissue. Facing the two people with shock and confusion in their eyes, she left behind her last words.

"In the end, I won."

Then, he collapsed to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 634 The Child Who Lost His Mother Tongue

Median vaguely remembered that a long, long time ago, her name wasn't actually Median Hermes.

That was the name her mother gave her, her biological mother, the woman who stood in front of her during the fire.

The woman used the most important language to bestow upon her the most important name.

But that name can no longer be pronounced.

She forgot the language that could pronounce that name, forgot her mother tongue, completely forgot it all, only remembering that the name seemed to have something to do with flying birds.

How can a person forget their mother tongue? Shouldn't it be imprinted in their soul, an imprint that accompanies them for a lifetime?

But she just forgot.

When there is no one else in the world who can use this language except yourself, the disappearance of your mother tongue is only a matter of time.

This is something she only realized one day after discovering that she had forgotten how to speak her mother tongue.

She was born in a remote mountain village, a place isolated from the world. Her hometown was so small that it didn't have its own written language; the language it used was copied from elsewhere.

But they have their own unique language, which they have spoken since the time she can remember; it is her mother tongue.

Having lived in a mountain village, she lacked modern conveniences and had no way to leave, yet she had a childhood similar to that of most ordinary children in the world.