Sister Rescue Plan

Xiao Yuan waved her hand somewhat shyly, "What is it? Why can it talk?"

“I’ll explain this to you later. You’re second-year students at Mitakihara, right? I’m third-year student Mami Tomoe.” She pointed to Mirai Izayoi, “This is my cousin, and also my teacher, Mirai Izayoi.”

"Hello teacher!"

The two greeted each other hastily, looking quite reserved.

Izayoi clapped her hands: "Alright, Mami, take them to your house to rest for a bit, and explain the situation while you're at it."

Aren't you going?

“They’ll probably feel awkward if I go,” Izayoi Mirai shrugged. “Even though I’m not their teacher.”

"See you tomorrow, cousin."

Mami Tomoe said goodbye to him.

"Goodbye."

Yoyo Mirai waved her hand, "Don't stay out too late, remember to do your homework."

Mami Tomoe paused, her voice turning embarrassed and annoyed: "I understand!"

Madoka and Sayaka exchanged a glance and stuck out their tongues. Sure enough, teachers are all scary.

Once their figures disappeared from sight, a figure emerged from the shadows—it was Homura Akemi, holding a slip of paper in her palm:

"What do you mean by 'allies' here?"

"It means exactly what it says."

Izayoi Mirai turned around. "My goal is the same as yours: to stop Madoka from making a wish to Kyubey and becoming a magical girl."

Homura Akemi frowned: "How much do you know?"

Izayoi Mirai smiled easily: "I know almost everything I need to know, such as Madoka, Magical Night, and you, the magical girl who has reincarnated more than a hundred times, Homura Akemi."

Homura Akemi now had two guns in her hands. It wasn't because she wanted to attack Mirai Izayoi, but to give herself a sense of security. This man had seen through everything. Cold sweat seeped into her palms. Who exactly was he?

"Don't be nervous, I've already said we're allies," Izayoi Mirai said with a smile. "I just want to remind you that this won't work if you want to succeed."

"why?"

“You’re too cold-hearted,” Izayoi Mirai sighed. “You keep trying to force Madoka instead of thinking along her lines. You’ll never become Madoka’s friend this way, and how will she listen to your opinions? Look at Mami. She’s become friends with both of them today, and they trust her and value her opinions. The cold type isn’t popular anymore.”

"Suppress your sharp edges and think about how you integrated into their lives in your first life. You were more likely to become friends with them back then."

"That kind of weakness of mine..."

"So what if you're weak? Does keeping a stern face increase your chances of success? Where's your sincerity, young lady?"

Homura Akemi wasn't the type to be eloquent, and her quiet nature prevented her from finding any flaws in Mirai Izayoi's words: "So what do you think I should do? The bad impression has already been made, hasn't it?"

Yushou Mirai shook her finger: "It's okay, it's okay, I have a way. You can practice at home now, think back to how you were back then, and contact me when you're ready. Remember, you don't have much time."

"Then what is your purpose?" Homura Akemi looked at Mirai Izayoi with confusion. "What benefits do you get from helping us so wholeheartedly?"

"Just consider me a kind passerby." Izayoi Mirai smiled mysteriously. "Anyway, you don't have any other choice, do you? You've reloaded over a hundred times before encountering this one variable. Are you willing to give up? Or do you think I'll definitely appear in the next loop?"

Homura Akemi fell silent. Izayoi Mirai's words had struck a nerve; she would not give up the hope she had finally obtained.

"I don't want you to do anything bad to Madoka." Homura Akemi left her contact information, gave Mirai Izayoi a deep look, and left.

"Tsk, it's rare to be a good Samaritan, and I still get questioned."

Yoyo Mirai shook her head. "People's hearts have changed."

He left humming a song, his destination those desolate and remote corners, places where ghosts often roam in this world.

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In the pitch-black night, a chilling wind howled, and the rustling sounds were like snakes slithering by, giving a damp and cold feeling. It was as if spirits were wandering here, reaping the souls of those who strayed in.

Until a large hand reached out—

"Hey, got you! You're struggling pretty hard, little guy."

The ghost howled sharply, enough to knock an ordinary person unconscious, but this one was no ordinary person.

"Behave yourself."

The half-yellow, half-red flames ignited, and the ghost's mournful howl was even more piercing than before.

"Quiet!"

The flames on Mirai's hand suddenly expanded, completely enveloping the ghost. The screams subsided, and the ghost's body visibly dissipated.

Izayoi Mirai extinguished the flame in her hand: "Don't move, and don't make a sound, understand?"

The weak ghost nodded repeatedly.

Very good, Yushou Mirai smiled with satisfaction. He took out his phone and started Googling which Buddhist scriptures could deliver ghosts from suffering, and finally chose the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

So, using the light from the phone, the sound of halting scripture reading echoed through the dimly lit, dilapidated building, adding to the eeriness of the place.

After finally finishing reading it once, he glanced at the ghost in his hand. It was still half-dead and seemed useless. Was it because his cultivation was not deep enough or his faith was not firm enough?

No, it must be that this ghost is of poor quality.

Youxiao Mirai put away his phone. His original plan to record the scriptures he was chanting, then consecrate them, and finally have dozens of them wrapped around his waist to wreak havoc was gone. He stared expressionlessly at the ghost:

"So, you're useless now, right?"

The next moment, flames engulfed everything.

Chapter Seven: Obsessed with Figurines

If the plot has started, then Mami Tomoe turning around will happen in the next day or two, right?

As Mirai Izayoi pondered this, she picked up a pristine white arm and began to sculpt it. Around her were many similar limbs, such as thighs, bones, internal organs, toes, and even a head…

The blood, which wouldn't clot, was in a bag nearby, its vibrant red chilling. Several dark figures, bound by a wire, wailed incessantly. It resembled the scene of a depraved cult ritual.

These are indeed human limbs, but not parts from other people's bodies. They were made little by little from raw materials that Izayoi Mirai bought. The ghosts are also filled with resentment, all of which he painstakingly captured from a great distance.

The technology for creating androids was something he stole from Illya when he retrieved the Holy Grail fragment hidden in her heart. He thought it was useless at the time, but it came in handy today.

That's right. Since maintaining Medea's existence requires a lot of magic power, why not just make her a body? Although the lifespan of the body is short due to the craftsmanship, a sufficiently strong soul will not collapse after the body disintegrates. This point was verified by Yosai Mirai from those ghosts who were willing to sacrifice themselves.

The only factor that can stop Yoshou's future is his familiarity with the human body. Every ghost that possesses a android has died for various reasons, such as sudden internal bleeding, tangled blood vessels, or a head that would fall off if moved.

In short, the chosen ghost oscillated between being alive and dead, tossing and turning all night. Without Mirai Izayoi having to do anything herself, it had a profound awakening, its resentment vanished, and it reincarnated.

So, who will be the next cutie chosen?

Izayoi Mirai put her head on her neck and pieced it back together. She squatted down and looked at the three remaining demons beside her, considering which one to choose.

The shrill screech grew increasingly piercing; they had all witnessed the experience of their companion before them, and huddled together in fear.

But it was no use. Izayoi Mirai grabbed one and threw it onto the android. It tried to escape, but seeing the flames burning in Izayoi Mirai's hand, it obediently crawled into the doll.

First, her eyes. She shook her head, and this time it was steady and didn't fall. Then her arms, fingers, and all the way to her feet. She stood up and moved her body, from small movements to large ones, and her body still didn't have any problems.

Success! Mirai Yosai smiled. He had been researching androids since the second day he arrived. Although he was using a technology based on his memory, he still overcame many difficulties. Now, he could finally begin preparing to summon Medea.

Just then, the android lady suddenly pressed herself against him, revealing the graceful curves of her waist and hips. This was normal, as Izayoi Mirai hadn't had time to put clothes on her yet. The reason she seduced Izayoi Mirai was simple: she didn't want to die.

However, Yosuke Mirai doesn't trust her. The ghosts he chooses are all cruel, full of malice, and have killed many people. He can't possibly keep her by his side or give her freedom. If she's not in a good state and gets taken advantage of, that would be a joke.

Faced with the temptation of the android lady, he felt no emotion, and even wanted to laugh. Every inch of this body, every drop of blood, was created and pieced together by his own hands. Whenever he saw her, he subconsciously thought of the muscles, bones, and internal organs hidden beneath her skin, and he couldn't muster any interest in her at all.

This ghost's scheming is useless.

There was just one problem: he didn't know how to pull the ghost out of the body.

After a moment of contemplation, Izayoi Mirai swung her hand, knocking off the android's head. The bewildered ghost floated out, was caught by her, and tied to the other two with fire wire.

They still need to cooperate on the next experiment, so we can't waste the time.

Looking around, he felt like a die-hard otaku obsessed with figurines, except that his figurines were bigger, softer, and could even come to life.

Ta-ta-ta.

Someone was knocking on his door.

Could it be Mami Tomoe who came to our door?

Izayoi Mirai put all the miscellaneous parts into her personal space, changed out of her clothes which had been stained with blood, and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't Mami Tomoe who arrived, but a girl he didn't recognize. Her face was covered by a mask and sunglasses, but even the little bit of skin that was exposed gave Izayoi Mirai an indescribable charm.

A stirring arose in his heart.

"you are?"

Izayoi Mirai instinctively turned to the side, inviting the girl in, and eagerly awaited the sight of her taking off her mask.

The girl seemed to have long been accustomed to being fawned over; every move she made exuded an air of entitlement and condescending arrogance.

"You don't need to know, just do as I say."

Izayoi Mirai frowned. The girl's voice wasn't as pleasant as he had expected, and her arrogant demeanor displeased him, bringing him back to his senses.

He grabbed the girl by the collar, lifted her up, and threw her away.

Snapped!

The moment the door closed, it burst open, and a long whip covered in thorns lashed out.

Magical girl?

In this world, this group of humans is the only one with special powers. Is it Kyubey's doing again?

Yoyo Mirai drew two longswords to parry the whip, then swiftly threw the sword in her hand.

The girl was caught off guard when he suddenly threw a weapon, and before she could dodge, her arm was slashed.

"stop!"

She was somewhat annoyed. Since becoming a magical girl, when had she ever suffered such a loss? But would Yosui Mirai listen to her?

The answer is yes.

Because the girl took off her mask and sunglasses.