Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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"It's your turn, Mutsuko."

She snapped her fingers.

Transparent threads emerged from the floor, walls, and ceiling, suspending them like marionettes, which looked particularly comical.

Accompanied by light footsteps, Mu's figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

She tilted her head slightly and verbally informed Xiangzi upstairs.

"(Xiang, it's resolved.)"

.......

"(Okay, received.)"

Upon hearing Mu's telepathic message, Xiangzi instantly appeared behind Rebecca, controlling her remaining hand and using her as a human shield between himself and the three special forces soldiers. He then pressed his gun blade against the Soul Gem at Rebecca's waist.

In one round, this super soldier who could easily slaughter armed forces lost.

It was frighteningly decisive.

"Disarm her, or I'll kill her," Xiangzi said coldly.

"It's no use. They're all under hormone regulation, so they won't have any emotional fluctuations even if they kill their closest loved ones."

“That’s even better. I’d rather trust reason.” Xiangzi smiled and said to the three special forces soldiers remaining in the room, “Actually, you’ve already died once.”

Williams touched the back of his neck, where he could clearly feel the pain, and knew perfectly well that if his opponent hadn't held back, three heads might have fallen to the ground.

He nodded to the remaining companions.

The assault rifle fell to the ground, and the remaining three men raised their hands, placing them where they couldn't reach the weapon.

“Hey, you guys!” Rebecca’s eyes widened.

“A seed of lamentation has been sown.” Xiangzi whispered in Rebecca’s ear in broken but increasingly fluent English, “I don’t want to waste too many resources.”

"You—!" Rebecca's egg-yolk yellow eyes widened. "You used the Seed of Lamentation just now? How could you be so extravagant?!"

"The seaweed seems to have been discovered and has evacuated the mission airspace ahead of schedule." Williams shrugged dejectedly. "We're stuck in Africa, boss."

"Did you hear that? Your boss has given up on you too," Xiangzi said.

"..."

Rebecca clenched her teeth.

Finally, he nodded with great difficulty.

"We surrender."

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 585 The Suppression of Language

At six o'clock in the morning, the new sunlight shone through the still-dissipating smoke and dust, scattering into a pale white light that illuminated this ravaged land.

With the assassination of its leader Ahmed and the devastating blow to its military strength, this already precarious country can be said to be completely finished.

They finished playing quietly in a corner where no one paid attention.

In fact, the country was plunged into a new wave of chaos just an hour after Rebecca's high dive.

Those who wanted to escape, those who wanted to seize the opportunity to rise to power, those who wanted revenge... the old flames had not yet been extinguished, and new flames were burning once again.

However, for the time being, it has nothing to do with Xiangzi anymore.

She felt sorry for everything that was happening in this country.

Some argue that for a modern, developed country, establishments like Saizeriya and Starbucks possess a certain timelessness. This means that people living in a world where they can enjoy these services don't need to worry about what happens in another world from birth to death; the reality is no different from what's portrayed in the news or short videos.

Although it's a bit of a radical statement, Xiangzi believes there's some merit to it.

Replacing "forever" with "most of the time" might make it correct.

Therefore, she herself believes she doesn't belong to this world, and that her so-called sympathy and pity are nothing more than a sense of moral superiority from a higher perspective—an emotion born of self-satisfaction. It's like clicking a few little red hearts on the right side of those "heart-wrenching" videos, leaving your opinion in the comments section, and shedding a couple of tears—as if you're a great philanthropist.

She felt a natural aversion to this spontaneous pity, feeling hypocritical for pity when she had no intention of helping.

Moreover, with only fifteen days left until the eternal Saizeriya and Starbucks are razed to the ground by nuclear bombs, Xiangzi has no time to indulge in this moral superiority. What's more important right now is to find a suitable place to pry something useful out of the mouth of this newly captured American soldier.

It was also five o'clock in the morning, and the pale sunlight pierced through the clouds. Rebecca woke up in a small house with fairly good lighting.

He was lying on a tattered carpet.

The severed hand was reattached, and it has now barely recovered to the point where I can feel my fingers.

The blue figure sat by the window, head down, seemingly doing nothing.

The last thing they remembered was a Cupid jumping out from behind them, doing something to their Soul Stone, and then their consciousness vanished.

Rebecca squinted, forcing her blurry vision to focus.

"Tsk, still no signal." Xiangzi put away his phone, resting his chin on the back of his hand. "So annoying."

“Most of this country can’t afford cell towers, so it looks like you’ve already taken me out of town.” Rebecca sat up.

She wasn't even tied up.

Was it a sudden act of kindness, or confidence in her own strength? How did this magical girl, who looks Asian, end up in a place like this? And how could she be so ridiculously strong, almost on par with... those she knew who served in the Air Force?

Rebecca is too scared to move now.

If the opponent can take away an arm in an instant, they can certainly take away your head in an instant as well. Then the Soul Gem will be as easy to handle as a pebble picked up on the roadside.

Having done dirty work for so many years, Rebecca knows very well who she can and can't mess with.

Rebecca would never try to do something as stupid as Xiangzi.

That's why she took the initiative to tell the other person that she had woken up.

It looks very effective.

All she needs to do now is obediently follow the other party's instructions, and leave the rest to the positioning system. Support will arrive sooner or later... as long as they are not dead.

Once a modified special forces soldier dies, his body will automatically decompose, just like the infiltration sheath, to prevent it from falling into enemy hands.

But if they're not dead, then things will be troublesome.

The higher-ups will definitely send someone to clean up the mess.

"Oh, you're awake." Xiangzi looked at her and put down his phone.

Little did she know that Rebecca's mind was already racing, and she was still thinking how obedient this person was, not even struggling. She knew that if she struggled, the threads Mu had prepared beforehand would wrap her up like a dumpling, and she could even give her a taste of her own medicine.

Well, all the preparations we made are now useless.

Xiangzi had no choice but to put his phone aside, move the chair in front of Rebecca, and sit down again.

Rebecca sat cross-legged on the tattered floor mat, while Xiangzi had a chair to sit on; there was still a considerable height difference between the two.

Xiangzi looked down at Rebecca, his indifferent gaze putting a lot of pressure on her.

Especially when she hasn't spoken for a long time, the other person has to consider whether they should say something to break the eerie silence.

"Um... is there anything you want to ask?" Rebecca asked.

"Why don't you introduce yourself first?" Xiangzi raised an eyebrow. "Let's start with how to address each other."

“Rebecca, Rebecca Clavis.”

“It’s only polite to reciprocate. My name is Xiangzi, Toyokawa Xiangzi.” Xiangzi extended his hand in a friendly manner. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Clavis.”

"Surname first? You're Japanese." Rebecca blinked, shook Xiangzi's hand, and said, "I was wondering why this accent was so rare."

"..." Xiangzi let go of his hand, his face immediately darkening. "Is my English that bad?"

“No, no, no, I always believe that as long as I can understand it, it’s good.” Rebecca raised her hands in surrender. “I still hate redneck accents more than Japanese accents… Let’s skip the accent issue. I’ll tell you whatever you want to ask.”

"You didn't even mention any conditions." Xiangzi looked at her strangely, suspecting that she was up to something.

"How are my men doing?"

"In another room, nothing much happened, but they weren't as well-behaved as you, so I kept them under control a bit."

“…We want to live, that’s all we ask.” Rebecca swallowed.

"That's incredibly accommodating," Xiangzi thought, "it's almost like intelligence being delivered to our door." But whether it was intelligence or not, he'd have to ask a few more questions to find out. Since the other party was being so cooperative, there was no rush.

"Let's start with the self-introductions. Who are you? Who do you serve? What are you doing here?" Xiangzi paused, then asked, "These questions won't seriously leak secrets, will they? Like, if I say them, I'll trigger some kind of mechanism in my body and die with a snap."

“It should have worked… but magical girls have a special constitution, so these things don’t work…” Several black lines appeared on Rebecca’s forehead. “No!”

Williams and his team have nanomechanical and electronic implants all over their bodies that can be located at any time, so why haven't they received any support yet?

Does this mean I was the only one who was abandoned, or that I was the only one who survived?

Rebecca finally realized it.

"Oh dear, it's not as clean as I thought."

The door was kicked open with a bang, and Miaomeng walked in with one hand on her hip.

“I told you that leaving them where they were was the right thing to do, and you’re still questioning me, Xiangzi.”

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Miao Meng bent down and breathed mockingly into Xiangzi's ear. "I wasn't wrong this time, were I? Those seven humans aren't ordinary people. Bringing them along will not only cause trouble, but also more trouble."

“I thought she would be more obedient if she had a hostage.”

"So you can just lie a little, right? See how cooperative you are?" Miao Meng crossed her arms. "This kind of work should be done by me. You could have just waited outside. But you insisted on doing it yourself, and now you've been exposed."

“Never mind.” Xiangzi sighed, turning her gaze back to Rebecca. “Alright, you know the actual situation now. Can you tell me why you, as a magical girl, are different from your accomplices?”

Rebecca opened her mouth wide.

"No, this is too much..."

"Too what?" Xiangzi tilted his head.

"That's too amateurish."

This is nothing like the interrogation training she's received. Why aren't these people following the script? She doesn't even know how to answer anymore.

So what exactly do they want to know about themselves? Why did they suddenly jump to the topic of their own physical composition?

"Pfft, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Meow Dream laughed heartily from the side.

The happier Miaomeng laughed, the darker Xiangzi's face became.

Finally, Miaomeng's laughter subsided, sounding like a balloon being popped and leaking air. The silence was only brought on by Xiangzi giving Miaomeng an elbow strike.

Xiangzi couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up, walked to the side, and pressed Miaomeng, who looked like a deflated balloon, onto a chair.

"If you're so good, you do it. I'll just watch."

"Okay, okay, I'll do it." Miao Meng clutched her aching ribs.

Rebecca was stunned. She had already prepared herself for the possibility that the other party was from another military organization, but the two of them were flirting right in front of her.

Although she couldn't understand what the two people were saying in their native language.

Although it seemed like no force was held back in that elbow strike, you could feel the pain just by hearing the sound of the ribs breaking.

But how did I end up in the hands of such a person?

"All right."

Miao Meng flipped the chair 180 degrees, sat down while hugging the back of the chair, and her voice suddenly dropped 180 degrees, and her language changed to English, which Rebecca was most familiar with.

“Now it’s our turn to talk, Miss Clavis?” Meow Dream extended her hand with a kind smile on her face.

Her English sounded much more fluent than Xiangzi's, and there was no trace of a Japanese accent; instead, it sounded like a California accent, which was Rebecca's hometown accent.

Hearing the accent from my hometown feels so comforting, Rebecca said, shaking hands with Meow Dream readily.

However, as she held Miaomeng's hand and shook it up and down, Miaomeng spoke again.

"Just call me Meow Dream, nice to meet you."

Her smile was still captivating, and her English was still as fluent as a native speaker, but—Rebecca suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

She let Miaomeng shake her hand, somewhat numbly.

Miao Meng's accent had changed. If Rebecca felt a sense of warmth and familiarity with the accent in the previous sentence, the next sentence that came out made her feel a subtle irritation. It was a distinctive accent, the kind only rednecks from the Southern states had, which she particularly disliked.

This incredibly lifelike pronunciation wasn't something he'd learned from a few notes during spoken language practice; it was deliberately created for Rebecca to hear.