Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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"But..." Deng wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "...Aine and the others..."

They would never agree to make a casual wish.

“But now is not the time to be casual, is it?” Cupid said. “Everyone is praying that someone will come to save them. If you make a wish, you can instantly turn the tide of the battle and save everyone.”

Cupid looked into the lamp's eyes.

"I'm just offering suggestions; the final decision is yours."

Yes, if she could just wish to "save everyone," then everyone would be saved.

This is not just any random wish, it is—

—"I suggest you don't listen to it."

A voice exactly like Kewpie's rang out from another corner of the room.

"Huh?" Lamp looked at Kyubey in front of him, still a little dazed.

It's right here, so why is the sound...?

"This guy has no idea of ​​your worth."

Another Cupid jumped out from the corner of the room and squatted down next to the first one.

"The situation isn't bad enough for you to make a wish, Gao Songdeng. With your potential, it's a waste to make such a casual wish."

"You are—" Cupid looked at his fellow clansman who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, "—the exiled number ****?"

"Just call me Delete, anyway, my number has already been removed from your records."

The Lost Tale: The Spirit of Youth: Chapter 244 The Opening of the Birth Festival

Cupid—now it should be called Cupid Delete—sweeped its tail and looked disdainfully at its kin beside it.

“You ignorant and uncivilized fellow clansmen simply cannot see the value in Gao Songdeng.”

Kyubeys suffering from mental illness are expelled from their kind; theoretically, they should be the ones rejected. However, because Kyubeys are emotionless beings, Delete feels that having gained emotions makes him superior to his fellow Kyubeys.

They are Adam and Eve, the incubators, the revealers.

It transcends ignorance; it is a saint who sacrifices himself for the cause.

Apart from it, no other incubator is qualified to handle the work of these magical girls.

Delete walked to the ear of his kind and whispered in a voice only they could hear.

"The witch of Nirvana caused us to lose so many records. This girl has countless connections with Nirvana. Now that Nirvana has awakened the 'Flower,' what do you think is the chance that Takamatsu Tama possesses the 'Flower'?"

"Transcausality itself cannot be calculated—"

"—Don't calculate, feel." Delete interrupted his kin, closed his eyes, as if intoxicated by the new life that made him transcend the ordinary, "Listen, feel, think, slack off... ptooey ptooey ptooey."

It shook its head and pouted.

“I can sense that there must be something beyond cause and effect in this girl.”

“From the time the wish-granting machine was invented until now, the concept of supercausality has not hindered the work of preventing heat death in any way. I don’t think we have the luxury of investing too much work in this matter.”

“I can come,” Delete said.

"huh?"

Cupid leaned his head forward a little.

"But you have already been expelled."

“Even if I’m expelled, I’ll still be an incubator,” Delete said. “Being expelled means I can do many things that you can’t.”

"So what is your proposal?"

“I suggested to Gestalt that all those with the aptitude and magical girls connected to the Witch’s Rebirth be handed over to me for handling, and I will upload the records to Gestalt regularly.”

"The data you submit may pollute the Gestalt."

"You can set it to private."

"What is your purpose?"

“As I just said, I am also an incubator. Even if I am expelled, I can still do my part for the clan.” Delete swept his tail across the face of his kin in front of him and grinned mysteriously. “Of course, I hope that when I submit my data regularly, I can update my own offline database to ensure that the mission can be carried out as usual.”

Updating the database is indeed one of its purposes.

But more importantly, it doesn't want any unscrupulous kin to get in its way.

"..."

Cupid lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head again.

"Gestalt has approved the application for [Number Deletion]. From now on, all relationships centered on the witch [Nirvana] will be handed over to [Number Deletion] for processing."

It jumped off the table and looked back at Delete.

"The data will be updated every Tuesday at 21:45 according to the human calendar. A member of your race who is specifically responsible for exchanging data will contact you."

Then it disappeared into a dark corner of the room.

Suddenly, only Delete and the lamp, who was completely bewildered by what had happened, were left in the room staring at each other.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Delete tilted his head.

"You...are you also a Kyubey?"

“Hmm~” Delete pursed his W-shaped lips and nodded. “But don’t call me Cupid, call me Delete, otherwise I won’t be able to tell the difference from those guys.”

The lamp glanced at the corner of the cabin, as if asking why they were putting on a charade.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not like it. I won’t rush you to make a wish every day like the world is about to end.” Delete shook his head. “When the time comes, you will make a wish naturally.”

"So what do you want to do..." Deng asked weakly.

“What to do? Right now.” Delete jumped next to the light. “Do nothing.”

"Eh?"

"I have achieved my goal, so I will do nothing more."

Yes, its main purpose in finding the lamp was to prevent it from becoming a magical girl and then taking over the group of magical girls. Now that all its goals have been achieved, it has nothing more to do.

“However, I can give you a shot of adrenaline.” Delete turned his head, looked at the blank wall of the cabin, and his eyes shot out two beams of light, which were projected onto the wall as a screen.

"This is?"

“This is a live broadcast from outdoors right now,” Cupid said. “Seeing it in person might put your mind at ease.”

Live broadcast... does that mean it's the enemy that Aine and the others are facing?

Deng swallowed hard and followed Cupid's gaze to the screen.

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"It's time to settle all past grievances!"

Aden grabbed a man's neck with his crab claws and snapped it with a snap. He casually tossed the limp corpse backward and threw it into the mouthparts of a nearby sea anemone.

The sea anemone's closing mouthparts and sharp teeth crushed the corpse, which flowed down its esophagus into the belly of the sea slug, which was the main body of the anemone.

A few seconds later, the sea anemone grew a new tentacle, and on that new tentacle, one could vaguely see the facial features of the person who had just been killed by Aden.

"My little ones, kill them, chop them up, and feast on them. Then forget your hatred and live happily as apostles!"

"To be honest, apart from the boss, no one really wants to be a seafood."

"I smell terrible, I'd rather be dead."

"Why is it always the two of you?!"

Aden turned his head menacingly, grabbed one of the creatures' tentacles, tied it in a knot, then picked it up and threw it into the sea anemone's mouth.

"No no no!"

The sea anemone readily accepted, chewed up its companion, and then grew a tentacle that looked somewhat like its companion.

"Let's see who dares to talk back to me now."

He tugged at his collar, turned around, and laughed loudly at the increasingly disadvantaged security team.

"In short, everyone, give up resisting! Just let us chew you up, and then we can all happily become the Sea Witch's apostles and brothers and sisters of the sea!"

whoosh-

Something seemed to fly overhead in Aden.

Boom!

The ghost ship's mast snapped off without warning, crashing down on him and burying him in the tattered canvas.

"Who is it again!"

He turned around angrily, only to find his crew members all wearing innocent expressions.

"What nonsense about brothers and sisters of the ocean! Who would want to live with you despicable, filthy, and clingy guys who are always so shameless?"

A pink figure stood on the broken mast of the ghost ship, carrying a large katana over two meters long.

"Varied--?!"

Just as Aden's gaze was drawn to the figure on the mast—

"Don't talk like that about seafood. Just lie quietly on the grill."

Volcano VIP!

boom----!

The sea anemone beside him transformed into a fireball, and the intense heat that distorted the air ignited the canvas on Aden's body several meters away.

He hurriedly shook off the burning rags covering his body, looked up, and saw the two magical girls standing on the high place.

"Hey, newbie, why are you so slow?" Li Xi said.

"I'm entangled by a really ugly sea snail." Ai Yin patted the slime off her shoulder with disgust, looked at the guard who had been assimilated into tentacles, and sighed, "It's a pity, some people can't be saved."

"Just be yourself and stop complaining in this kind of place."

"Are you concerned about me?"

"You're overthinking it." Li Xi turned her head away and clicked her tongue.

When Aden saw that he had been left standing there, his beard bristled with anger.

"It's one thing for my men to shout 'seafood,' but how dare you outsiders utter such a word!" He pointed at the magical girl standing on the mast. "Get off my ship right now!"

"No way! Hehehe." Ai-yin stuck her tongue out at him. "Come on up if you dare, you stinky octopus!"

"You guys, how could you possibly understand the feelings of seafood?!"

"Look, even you think it's seafood!"

"Shut up, you bunch of noisy little girls!!! You won't spout this nonsense anymore once you turn into seafood!" Aden brandished his saber, pointing the tip upwards. "Men! Kill them all!"

"Come on then! Who's afraid of you!"

A flame ignited on Lixi's fist as he leaped forward to meet the approaching tentacles.

"Lixi, wait for me!" Aiyin hurriedly followed behind her.

Flames and blades clashed with the flying tentacles, and the girls left their fear behind, charging forward into the sky full of tentacles.

Against the backdrop of a full moon rising to the zenith, the stage is set, and the real battle begins.

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P.S.: No publication next issue! (I have a cold and will be taking the day off tomorrow.)

The Tale of the Lost: The Spirit of Youth: Chapter 245 Fall Down, Get Back Up (Part 2)

The deafening roar continued, and blood and seawater flowed into the sea through the cracks in the deck. A few dozen guards, plus less than ten magical girls, faced hundreds or even thousands of familiars. The deck of the Scroll was no longer a battleground; it had become a battlefield, a desperate struggle of outnumbered forces.

The so-called "battlefield" has an extremely unique atmosphere. When people are in it, they will involuntarily lose themselves, forget everything, throw everything aside, and nothing will matter. They will become a drop of water in a big wave, a grain of sand in a strong wind, a puppet controlled by the momentum, only knowing how to fight woodenly until they can no longer move.

Aine never imagined that she would one day find herself on such a battlefield, inspired by the passion and spirit of her comrades, charging ahead selflessly, wielding a large katana that was disproportionate to her size, slicing open one tentacle or seafood body after another, even as her body was covered in bluish-black blood, she, who was usually very clean, did not complain at all.

On the contrary, the hot blood that was poured over her body made her even more excited, and her body seemed to lose its weight as she jumped and soared into the air.