Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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Yes, in addition to regulating pain, dopamine, which generates emotions, can also be regulated. And just like pain, this regulation is automatically activated during combat. It can make a teenage girl calm enough to deal with enemies beyond the realm of common sense, and similarly, it can make them indifferent and indifferent to the slaughter before their eyes.

However, magical girls need emotions to make them "feel like they are human," and no one wants to become more and more indifferent and less like a human.

If one gives up their feelings, perhaps they can stop despairing, but then how different would there be between a magical girl and a witch?

“By the way, Delete.” Xiangzi’s gaze lingered for a moment on the Cupid squatting next to the ID registration machine, then turned to Delete. “What do you think of your colleagues?”

"once."

"You've changed a lot lately. Don't you consider yourself one of them anymore?"

“I am still Qubi, that will not change, but I no longer belong to Gestalt, that is a fact. Leaving Gestalt has given me a sense of belonging to our people, but also a sense of alienation from my colleagues, that is also a fact.” Delete changed to a serious tone, “But I guess what you want to ask is my opinion on African ‘business’.”

Delete paused.

"As I said before, this is a mutually agreeable transaction."

“This is not an opinion,” Xiangzi said.

“Do you know, Xiangzi?” Delete suddenly asked.

Its eyes were looking at Xiangzi through the rearview mirror.

“If I find someone here with the potential to become a magical girl, even if I directly tell them things like ‘You will become a witch in the future,’ ‘Your body is no longer your own,’ ‘You are no longer human,’ etc., and it causes a huge emotional fluctuation in them, and some people even become witches directly because of it, they will make their wishes without hesitation.” Delete lowered his head, seemingly thinking about something. “I don’t need to hide anything from them, which is why I emphasize that this is a mutually agreeable transaction.”

“I don’t need to lie to them when I talk to them, it’s much easier,” Delete said. “Just like with Lamp, I’ve never hidden anything from her, and I enjoy these kinds of deals.”

"As expected, you're still Cupid at heart." Xiangzi leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

Sitting in the car for so long, I felt like my bones were going to curl up into a ball.

"Thanks for the compliment."

I wasn't complimenting you.

"Let's stop attacking each other here."

Miaomeng interrupted the back-and-forth between Xiangzi and Delete.

"We're almost at our destination. This isn't a place where we can get away with ordinary disguises."

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"It probably won't be so easy to get past the checkpoints later on. The ID verification of unknown people might backfire," Miaomeng said. "Take it out, although I know it's a bit disgusting."

After saying that, she opened her mouth, and a semi-transparent thread was wrapped around Miaomeng's back molar. She grabbed the thread and pulled it out, and the ID authentication key wrapped in the semi-transparent thread was pulled out of her stomach, still covered with glistening saliva.

Next, it's time to abandon [Yoru Shikuho].

The three parked the pickup truck in a secluded spot.

Xiangzi looked around. The information Miaomeng had given her indicated that this was the last place Medine was seen, so...

"As planned, after Mu, I'll go in with Meow Dream to find Ahmed and Medien. Mu, remember to keep in touch, it'll be a bit dangerous for you to go alone."

"Yes, I know," Mu nodded.

In fact, Xiangzi felt that it was best to have four or more people. If they were to split into two groups, they could take care of each other. If there were five people, they would need a deputy commander. Usually, Chu Hua would take on this role because they had good teamwork and could handle many situations.

If there are only three people now, one person will inevitably be left alone.

"Meow Dream, you check the cameras, I'll take charge of the sentry duty." Xiangzi stopped mid-sentence, "(From then on, they communicated verbally, remaining silent unless absolutely necessary.)"

(OK~)

The target was a large mansion near the city center square. The mansion was modeled after the White House, and the interior should be similar, but it looked very dilapidated after being ravaged by gunfire.

The area was surrounded by patrolling guards and countless surveillance cameras.

These cameras are, unsurprisingly, linked to ID authentication. They automatically recognize nearby ID codes and perform facial recognition on targets entering the lens. If someone is carrying the ID key they used to get away with it, they are likely to be recognized as soon as they get close. Even if they don't enter the lens, the monitoring room will be notified.

Fortunately, Miaomeng is a professional in this area. Xiangzi and Miaomeng have already had a joint infiltration experience, and the two are very in sync in their actions.

They quickly moved towards the mansion from the direction of the pickup truck, avoiding the patrolling sentries.

Because the mansion had been subjected to air raids and artillery attacks, not every area had surveillance cameras; this was originally supplemented by a considerable number of patrol personnel.

Since we are human, we must have flaws.

Before Xiangzi stepped out of the shadows, he reached out and stopped Miaomeng.

“(Wait, just to be safe, I’ll give you something.)” Xiangzi said, and then produced a piece of cloth in his hand.

This piece of cloth had clearly consumed a lot of magic; Miaomeng noticed Xiangzi frown visibly. (The last line appears to be a garbled string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

"(What are you doing? Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a piece of cloth?)"

Xiangzi shook his head and draped the cloth over his body.

Miao Meng was about to say, "Are you sick?", but less than two seconds later, the figure draped in rags gradually disappeared from Miao Meng's sight.

It hasn't disappeared, but it's almost invisible now.

"(I got the prototype stealth camouflage for free at the military base before, and I wanted to try it out.)" Xiangzi lifted a corner of his shirt, beckoned to Miaomeng to come in, "(I didn't expect it to consume so much more than I imagined.)"

After all, the magic power required to reproduce an item is positively correlated with factors such as its quality, the energy it contains, and its precision. To put it in the simplest terms, the human and material costs required to manufacture an item in reality are positively correlated with the magic power required to reproduce it.

Xiangzi has reverted to the way she used to be, needing to use her magic cautiously and no longer daring to be too reckless—before, she had too much magic, which made her dislike using too many brain cells when squandering it, but now she has to use her brain.

With the camouflage, the subsequent stealth operation went much more smoothly.

This thing can't fool surveillance cameras, but it's more than enough to fool people. So even though the other side had set up a very precise patrol route, the two of them still managed to find a "gap" to squeeze through.

As they navigated through a dense, needle-like barrier, the two looked after each other, blending almost perfectly into the surrounding ruins in the darkness.

After passing through the heavy outer defenses, Xiangzi split the camouflage patch in two, giving one half to Miaomeng and gesturing for her to split up. The two then went up the stairs on either side to the second floor, heading towards the president's office. Because the cameras themselves had many gaps due to gaps, and the space inside the building became narrower, the patrol loopholes were even greater than when they were outdoors.

A soldier carrying an AK47 walked past the corridor, and after he disappeared around the corner, a scene in front of the vase suddenly came to life.

The camouflage effect weakened as he moved, and Xiangzi, holding the camouflage cloth, quietly advanced towards his destination.

The distant sound of gunfire as civilians were executed echoed incessantly. Xiangzi ignored the sounds and carefully avoided the surveillance cameras as he walked down the dark corridor. Bloodstains remained on the floor of the lavish mansion, modeled after the White House, and a very faint smell of gunpowder and rotting flesh permeated the air.

This place used to be the stronghold of the opposition, and presumably, there must have been piles of corpses here somewhere.

A faint melody drifted from not far away; it was Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata".

Xiangzi sighed.

“(On this hellish night, the moon refused to come out, and the burning fat of the dead dyed the bottom of the clouds a scarlet red.)” Xiangzi said.

“(Huh?)” Meow Dream on the other end was stunned for a moment.

"(Speaking from the heart.)" Xiangzi added, "(It's ironic that such beautiful music is playing on such a night.)"

"(Seriously, if you're being childish, just say it to yourself, don't scare me.)"

"(Don't worry about Desuwa, I'm almost there, how about you?)"

"(I have two idiots chatting here, so you might have to wait a bit.)"

"(Um.......)"

As the piano music of "Moonlight" gradually deepens into a sorrowful melody, Xiangzi cautiously moves through room after room, groping his way forward.

The music grew louder and louder, and the source of the sound was the only place in the mansion with light. Xiangzi approached the room and quickly glanced at the entrance to confirm it.

"(Actually, I should have brought Mutsuko with me; if I had the thread, I could have walked through the ceiling.)"

"(Shh... I've arrived.)"

There was only one person in the room.

The person in the photo is Ahmed.

Xiangzi did not see Medine.

Disappointment surged forth like an avalanche.

Just then, Mu's voice rang out in the reading.

"(Xiang, something's up.)"

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 581 H·A·L·O

"(Xiang, something's up.)"

Mu's voice suddenly rang out in the text, followed by a burst of gunfire from a distance.

Xiangzi's heart skipped a beat.

"(What's going on?!)"

That's not how it works, is it? Not only did we miss our target, but are there other problems as well?!

"(A magical girl seems to have been born in the square, but she's showing signs of getting out of control; she's trying to escape.)"

“(Ah, as expected. If you have this ability, why are you still bound by these brutal guys?)” Meow Dream’s voice was tinged with sarcasm.

"(Will this affect us?)"

Bang-!

Unlike ordinary gunshots, it was a thunderous roar.

"(Oh, what a huge loss!)"

That's the sound of Delete.

“(No, it’s over.)” Mu said. “(Just now, her Soul Gem was shattered by a sniper rifle.)”

Mu paused for a moment, seemingly organizing what he had seen.

"(They were prepared; they first broke her limbs, and then a sniper finished her off with a shot at the Soul Gem.)"

“(Well-trained...and obviously not the first time they’ve done this.)” Miao Meng clicked her tongue. “(Ah, those two chatting got distracted by the gunshot. Xiangzi, I’m coming up now.)”

Xiangzi peeked out a little and noticed that Ahmed was also drawn to the sound of the sniper rifle.

But Medine wasn't there.

Xiangzi was a bit conflicted. Her real purpose wasn't Ahmed at all; she had originally thought she might run into Medien here... But Ahmed was clearly on guard, and Xiangzi had a feeling that if she didn't act soon, things would get very troublesome.

"(There's no time, I'll go first.)"

After giving a brief reply over the phone, Xiangzi held her breath. Just as Ahmed was about to reach for the phone to question his men, she leaped forward, stepped onto the table, grabbed Ahmed's arm with one hand, and drew her gun blade with the other, pressing it against his throat.

The radio was playing "Moonlight Sonata" right next to my feet.

Xiangzi found it hard to believe that in this day and age, people still use radios, especially in an army whose weaponry has been modernized and is even showing signs of being next-generation.

"I don't need to kill you, but don't scream or move, or I'll do it right away. Do you understand?" Xiangzi said in a low voice, speaking broken, accented English.

"A Japanese?" Ahmed saw Xiangzi's face reflected in the window and a relieved expression appeared on his face. "Is she the 'Devil's Daughter'? No wonder..."

"Demon Girl" is probably what they call a magical girl.

It's quite appropriate.

"I'm looking for a Greek woman, dark-haired, named Medien."

“She’s not Greek,” Ahmed said, his breathing unusually calm and even. “She has no homeland so she can serve anyone. That’s what she told me when we first met.”

"Huh?" Xiangzi was surprised.

The search engine clearly states that Medine is Greek, so what does it mean to say she has no homeland?

“She was our cultural ambassador, no, I should say she used to be,” Ahmed said calmly.

Where is she now?

“She said she was going to resign, even though she just got back this week. It was so sudden, I wanted to hear her reasons, but she only left a letter,” Ahmed said. “It’s a pity, she really did a great job.”

While serving as a publicist here, Medine also handled other business contracts, and before that, she had stayed in Kamihama for a considerable period of time.

This woman clearly took money from others, yet she's still so uncooperative.

Hearing the man's indifferent tone, Xiangzi felt a surge of irritation.

What did the letter say?

"'This is all I can do,' she left the letter on a government memo pad."

Xiangzi glanced at the note at his feet, which contained exactly this sentence.