"Sign a contract with me to become a magical girl."

About six years ago, when the room was not so old and dilapidated, the little white beast said to a girl who had followed her father to the Department of Mysteries, but was lost among the twelve stone doors because of the complicated routes of the hall.

"Don't."

The girl asked for her head like a rattle, and decisively rejected the offer. Although the girl doesn't know what the little beast said about the [magical girl], she vaguely feels that it's a bad thing, and there is a feeling that once she agrees, she will be used for the rest of her life until she dies, and her body and soul will become tools.

So,Becoming a magical girl or something.,It's a forbidden thing!

"So, how about making a deal." The little white beast blinked its scarlet eyes and said again, "I will take out a certain [guilty memory] of yours so that you will not live in anxiety and despair forever because of that memory. You will lose this part of your cognition, and even if you can look at the relevant information, or even see the past, you will not be disturbed by this unerasable mistake that you have caused yourself, you will not think that it is your fault, and you will not recall the past. ”

The girl's body trembled.

"So, what am I going to pay?"

After a long time, the girl spoke. Her voice was unusually harsh, as if she had just made a great choice.

"There is nothing to pay, this is full of self-will and normal morality. That's the best pay. With these incredible words, the little white beast turned into a white streamer and jumped out of the cage where it was impossible to imprison him.

"So. Trading begins. ”

With this voice, the girl lost consciousness, and the last thing she could see was the endless chains that protruded from the void.

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"Seriously, I haven't seen you for so long, although I can't call it missing, but I feel relieved to see that you're still alive, back then."

After a pause and a tap on her head, Sylvia continued.

"When I knew you, you summoned these chains out of the air and locked yourself up without saying a word, but I was so frightened that I sat down on the ground. Thankfully, the chains that filled the room were gone, leaving only the chains that held your prison in place. ”

The hand slowly moved down from the hole that had just been opened, and unsurprisingly, the girl touched a hole of the same size, which she had carefully walked over and pulled open.

"It's still there."

Releasing the two long bundles of QB's ears in her hand, still landing into the cage, Sylvia lowered her body and looked nostalgic at the gap where she could still see everything in the cage.

At this time, the girl doesn't seem to have noticed that her original shy personality seems to have "disappeared" after entering the room, and she is not only able to speak and communicate normally, but also able to pick up and throw away the "people she knows". It was as if the moment she entered, something extremely precious, sparkling gold began to slip away.

Towards the little white beast still hiding in its cage.

Invisible loss.

"Of course." In the pitch-black cage, two round red pupils turned into two crescent moons, "Since you left, no one has entered this room, I remember I explained it to you back then." The magicians who imprisoned me in this room were just trying to dissect me and study me, and even the only communication they had was torture, and it was too boring. ”

The two crescent moons slowly enlarged and moved towards Sylvia.

"Even if there is no girl who can sign a contract with me, and a few people with normal morals can come out—in that case, I can't even make a deal about [brewing feelings of moderation]."

A white cat (?) emerging from a pitch-black cage A strange smile was evident on it, and then the creature called QB slowly said to Sylvia, who couldn't figure out what was going on.

"You've grown a lot over the years. Whether as a magician or as a maiden. ”

Sylvia subconsciously covered the magic eye that she had run away.

Has this guy seen that my MONOCULUS is going berserk? It's horrible.

The girl's heart said

"Especially this pair of Oupai, it is far beyond the possession of a girl of your age, raising a child to grow up. Fewer people. A heart that can only be possessed by a woman. QB's eyes seem to be able to see through the girl's heavy robes. It reminded me of the researcher, I don't remember what it was called, but I remember the time she picked up her seventeen-cut body, and I grabbed the big, white."

"Poof."

Retracting her sharp-edged quill style magic dress, Sylvia pulled out one of QB's ears and calmly wiped the tip of her blood-soaked pen. QB's dead corpse was staring at the ceiling, as if nostalgic for the big, round pair he had touched

"Poof."

As a result, there is another deep hole in QB's head.

"Don't play dead, get up."

Glancing at the dead QB, the girl made such an incredible statement - of course, what was even more incredible was the girl's behavior at the moment.

It's a serious painting style.,There's a feeling of being on par with Lynn.。

"Really, can't you let me enjoy the pleasure of death, although the [lower limit reduction] feels very bad."

The next moment, time goes back, and the absurd and strange scene unfolds.

The bones are repaired, and the cerebral marrow makes a tiny moving sound in them.

White fur tumbled, covering the wriggling muscles again.

The blood that had been spilled on the ground, that had been sprinkled on the body, that had remained at the tip of Sylvia's magic dress, was recalled by the invisible will.

Twisting his stiff neck, QB, who had just been completely dead, got back to his feet.

"Ahh

The little white beast opened its three-petaled mouth and said as if it were a routine.

"It just hurts."

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This is the power that belongs to the "traverser".

In the past, QB was immortal as a [race] with a common will. Later, for some very bad reason, one of the "incubators", as a consumable, this QB fell into a dark room.

There was no light, no sound, no breath of life, no trace of magic working.

Time is meaningless there, space is not expanded there.

Even the most basic underlying rules don't exist.

It is the root of the current world, the beginning of everything, the beginning of this world that is not so far away from the world of QB.

Its name is "The Vortex of Roots".

QB, reduced to a single individual, floats there, watching the "otherworldly things" from other worlds suddenly appear around them, or the places that are incompatible with the world are washed away by the vortex of roots, and then enter the present world.

Or it is completely swallowed by the vortex of roots, leaving no trace, as if it never appeared.

Later, from the mouths of the magicians who captured QB, QB learned that the place where it used to stay was the place that all magicians yearn for, even if it has invested thousands of years of strength, it will always be unreachable.

In history, it is not without people who have reached their roots.

However, throughout the history of the whole world, there is no information about them - their traces are erased the moment they enter, and even the vestiges of history have disappeared completely, as if they had never appeared.

It seems that it is because they have entered the vortex of the root and dyed the colorless vortex a little, and there is a gap in the world's defenses, so there are those so-called "otherworldly things". Those who can resist the transformation and reconstruction of the vortex of the roots, redefine the color form of size, mass, and color, and make it become a human understandable form, are otherworldly things.

Most of the people who have not been successfully transformed have been crushed by the vortex of roots and turned into nourishment, in fact, this accounts for an absolute large part. And in very rare cases, because of the element of "soul", some miscellaneous things from other worlds are directly spit out by the vortex of the root without being baptized, and are thrown into this world, becoming things like [stowaways].

That is the so-called [Traveler] (Out_of_bounds), who has obtained a trace of the power of the [Root Vortex] and introduced the soul to obtain miraculous power, without being crushed and reorganized by the whole world. Whenever the worldline opens or closes, and the endings of the two parallel worlds are mixed together, creating the paradox of the world (The_paradox_of_the_world), the time-traveler is born. Luckily, QB is such a lucky person, and in contrast, Venom and Ballugo, who have their own will, but have changed their attributes by the Vortex of Roots, can only be called defective products that cater to the world.

The power that QB gets is the power that comes from the "incubator" of its population. "Incubators" are a race with "miracle" technology, in order to prevent the entropy of the universe from increasing and avoid the arrival of heat death, they have developed technology to transform "feelings" into "energy", and they have made soul transactions with girls on the earth, and exchanged [hope] for [despair].

As an individual, QB, detached from the whole, acquires the self in the vortex of roots—a faint but tangible self. QB, which mimics human feelings in large quantities, acquires human feelings, and thus realizes that it is wrong to hope and then deprive them (for the deprived). As a result, QB has gained a whole new power – the power of trading discipline.

Propose a contract, trade the side of human emotions about [temperance], and obtain enough technology to reproduce the entire universe in the form of completing the contract.

"Crunch, crunch~"

A fine gnawing sound came out, and QB, who had obtained the power of infinite resurrection by self-devouring his own "lower limit", which represented the essence of the festival, was trying to eat the chains that he had embodied.

"I said QB, leave this to me, you can wait for me to break the chain."

I don't know when the girl who has returned to normalcy stands aside, her face full of worry - uh, although the painting style is back, but what is the situation with this strange disobedience? At the moment of QB's death, it seems that the girl is immune to the invisible passage of temperance here.

"I think it's better for me to start eating this, crunch, crunch, this kind of direct creation of things with 'power', once it's away from me for too long, it may disappear, crunch, crunch, although the past six years have been very quiet, those magicians don't come in after they find out that they can't be opened, but the hunger is still crunch, so it can't be wasted, these are the results of trading with you, crunch, crunch."

"What did you say?" Sylvia seemed to hear something terrible.

"I'm trading with you?"

"You heard me wrong, I'm talking about a deal with Helsin, you know, he's seen me."

QB didn't hesitate to deny what he had just said.

"Amount"

After hesitating, Silvia, biting her lip, still didn't ask the doubt. Ah, how could you have forgotten something? I'm a compiler of history.

(Really, is that the case?) ）

Stopping the gnawing motion, turning his head to look at the girl who was frowning and constantly thinking about something, QB said in his heart.

(Even if you regret it now, though, the outcome of this trade won't change.) ）

"Crunch Crunch"

(This is supposed to be a human virtue, right?) Even if I get emotional, I still don't know much about human beings. ）

The sturdy chains shattered under QB's teeth, then turned into empty spots of light and sank into QB's body. In line with the principle of saving, QB eats up the temperance power that is a consumable item again.

(Of course, I know that if I let her know the chain I'm gnawing on right now, it's hers)

With the small sound of metal breaking, in the room where the little white beast and the girl of the magic eye coexisted.

The [guilt] that was used for trading was completely and forever, abandoned by the girl.

Even

Longing for Lynn and the beautiful and uneasy memories that were used to trade.

Together, disappear forever into nothing.

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PS: Procrastination patients participate! Obviously you can code words in the afternoon.,But I've been chatting.,Go to station B.,Chat.,Do something else.,In the end, it was QAQ in the early morning.,Just before writing PS, I went to station B to listen to that Kong Ming's wine...... My attention is really distracted (looking at the sky)

PS2: Goo,There should be another ghost touch cup updated tomorrow.,After all, Zhou Geng's book can't help but write ah QAQ.,So it's estimated that there is no update here.