Fighting you is like being in jail.

I forgive you for criticizing me before!

Now I'm invincible!

Upon seeing the superpowers, Leng Chang couldn't help but feel happy.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of power, and a confident smile crept across my face! I even pointed at myself with my thumb and proclaimed in a powerful voice, "I've got the first napkin! Victory belongs to me, Leng Chang!"

"Bang! The battle can begin!"

At this moment, Leng Chang felt that he was invincible and needed an opponent to show his strength and spirit!

He immediately asked in the chat group.

Leng Chang: I'm ready, let me fight!

Chat group: They've already planted the beacon in the crematorium, yet they're still charging at Lengbao with this do-or-die attitude... It makes me want to buy your 0-kill, super-feeding replay! ~9v.xv

Cold and normal:

I need a really aggressive word to describe you, you cybernetic living Ferrazuan stitched-up foul-mouthed cop grandson!

Chat group: Lengbao will definitely love this task; it'll absolutely blow you away! Surely Lengbao can't even complete the simplest task? Really? Really? Ready, meow?

Cold and normal:

Leng Chang: Damn it, I've never been this speechless in my life! Enough with the nonsense! Give it to me, I'm about to start showing off!

Chat group: This opening move is even stiffer than being exposed by a level 10 fence-sitter on Tieba. I suggest you borrow a resurrection armor, meow~ If you want to show off your skills~ first put on the pink cat ear hair clip under your pillow - your purity can't even beat a Void keyboard warrior, meow!

Leng Chang: His clenched fist trembled slightly. (JPG)

Ding!

The task has been assigned.

The resurrection armor has been deployed; you have one chance to revive.

Cold: ?

For a moment, Leng Chang had the illusion that the chat group 'had me in their hearts'.

Does it like me?

Is the resurrection armor really being given out?

I admit I was a little loud just now, he's practically a cyber godfather!

Although he has a foul mouth, he really gives nice gifts.

I have no worries anymore! Hehe!

Let me see what the task is.

Leng Chang's eyes flashed with anticipation as he opened the mission message, then his pupils contracted.

Mission: A system intrusion has been detected in the world of Puella Magi Madoka Magica. Eliminate it to prevent the world from being harmed by the system. If the mission fails, the Purge Protocol will be activated for indiscriminate elimination. If indiscriminate elimination fails, the Ultimate Purge Protocol will be activated to eliminate the world.

System host: Gemu, a local, physical education teacher at Mitakihara Middle School, who obtained the system a month ago and is currently developing.

Binding System: The Super Kidnapping System allows you to transfer any damage you suffer to the kidnapped person.

Harm: The ultimate state could hijack the entire world.

Coordinates: Location.GPS

"hiss!

After reading the message, Leng Chang couldn't help but gasp. A chill ran through him, and he leaned back sharply, his sportswear stiffening. He felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Whether it's the purging efforts on the chat group side or the system's capabilities, they are terrifying!

If this child is not eliminated, he will become a great threat!

They cannot be spared, neither out of sentiment nor out of reason!

Are operating systems so ubiquitous these days? Why don't you give me one?

I am quite confident in my abilities as a double agent.

Thinking of this, Leng Chang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, his expression gradually becoming animated, like the comical expression of a guy on a forum. He immediately planned to give it a try, but the thought of the foul language in the chat group made him reluctant to ask.

But it doesn't matter!

It's best to ask about this kind of thing.

Leng Chang: I have a preliminary idea. What if I become the system host and act as your spy?

Chat group: Ah Leng wants to be a double agent? I suggest you learn time management before trying to pull this on~ Does anyone really think they can fool the Matrix? Your IQ is so low you can't even understand the toes of an AI painter~ Have some self-awareness, Leng Bao. (→3~)σ)

Cold and normal:

That's why I didn't want to ask you; I knew it would turn out this way.

I knew your true nature in less than an hour of knowing you.

Leng Chang: Get out of here! You foul-mouthed jerk! You're better off not being a spy!

Chat group: Lengbao's emotional breakdown is more entertaining than a Spring Festival Gala skit! Lengbao, do you even know what quantum speed reading is? Your reading comprehension is worse than a dog chasing a laser pointer! Do you want someone to write you a "License for the Use of Human Language" in binary code, Lengbao? (●●●●)

Cold

You have a foul mouth, you're awesome!

After learning about the situation, Leng Chang was furious and prepared to start the mission. Although he really wanted to go on strike and show it to the chat group, he couldn't help but grin and reveal his fox-like comical expression when he thought about what he was going to do.

I, Common Cold, have never been a good person; I've always been selfish and self-serving.

I won't go out of my way to do any specific tasks; I'll just change some small things.

For example, secretly kick Madoka's butt, or tell Homura that Madoka doesn't like her, and also! Protect Mami-senpai's body, and keep her head! Anyway, as long as the Soul Gem doesn't break, Mami-senpai can be decapitated!

Gaa gaa gaa gaa gaa gaa gaa gaa!

At this moment, Leng Chang's expression gradually became sacred, his eyes filled with selfish desires.

He quietly began to chant a sentence.

"If someone picks up the napkin on the right first, then everyone else has to follow suit and pick up the napkin on the right. If it's the left, then everyone else has to pick up the napkin on the left. That's society."

"And I! Common Cold! am someone who has transcended base desires!"

冖冖冖冖冖冖冖冖

"Yoshi! Let's go!"

Leng Chang took a step forward, her foot landing firmly on the floor. Her flip-flops instantly exuded style, and her blue tracksuit was filled with fashionable curves.

Mitakihara Junior High School.

The April wind rushed in through the half-open window, carrying with it unusual temperature fluctuations. The slightly warm, then chilly air created a cool sensation around the third button of her shirt. As Yuan subconsciously tightened her collar, she heard a soft clinking of the metal chain on her right wrist against the desk.

The old-fashioned clock hanging above the left of the blackboard emitted a metallic, weary sound as its second hand skipped three marks in succession.

Sitting in the classroom, Madoka Kaname turned her gaze to the window, lost in thought, the light cherry blossom-colored hair behind her ears curving in the wind.

"I heard that someone from the school next door has been missing for three weeks in a row," my deskmate, Sayaka Miki, suddenly said in a low voice, wiping her mouth, which was still covered in strawberry bread crumbs, with her fingers. "This morning, when the bus passed Aoba Bridge, I saw a red hair ribbon floating in the water."

Madoka Kaname's right wrist, gripping the pen, trembled, causing the cuffs of her white school uniform to shake. The coral-colored headband Sato-san had worn a few days ago flashed through her mind, followed by strands of pale cherry blossom hair as she turned her head.

"Where...whereabouts unknown? The red hairband Sayaka mentioned...is it the coral-colored one with gold thread? The style that Sato-san sewed in craft class last week, she later said she wanted to give it to her sister..." Her voice suddenly caught in her throat, trembling slightly.

Sayaka leaned forward, her body pressed against the desk, her tie rubbing against the surface with her movements. She hid her face behind her book and lowered her voice again: "It's not that we don't know each other. I heard the police questioned all the convenience stores...it seems they've all disappeared, without a trace, like they've vanished into thin air. This is already..."

I don't know how many times it happened, or what caused it.

"Phew...that startled me. I don't know what's going on, but I have a feeling it's really dangerous outside lately."

Madoka Kaname parted her lips slightly, and her tie slipped down a little. Her pupils, which were now somewhat unfocused as she looked at Sayaka again, seemed to reflect the gesture her mother had made while reminding her of something in the mirror before her dressing table.

There have been a lot of disappearances lately, and everyone is worried. My parents are also very concerned and keep telling me to be careful when I'm out. Don't be alone, and spend more time with friends.

Her short pink hair was ruffled by the wind blowing in from the window, the ends swaying wildly. The classroom's fluorescent lights offered no warmth; instead, a chill crept silently into her body. Her trembling eyelashes froze as she blinked, as if the world had stopped for a moment.

Uneasydesu!

Chapter Two: Kurushi, I'm about to lose my mind!

The setting sun, carrying a cool breeze, illuminated the streets after school, casting slanted shadows of streetlights onto the pedestrians on the roadside.

The neat sidewalk was full of recordings, the hum of vehicle engines was incessant, and the shoes on the sidewalk always made a distinctive clattering sound.

A pair of dark brown leather shoes clicked on the sidewalk, and black stockings outlined the girl's young thighs, taut and elastic, full of youthful energy.

Her deep blue eyes radiated a maturity beyond her years, making her seem more like a seasoned warrior. Walking under the orange glow of the sidewalk lamps, her shadow stretched long, moving with her every step.

She clenched her fist, her knuckles turning white, and her wrist slightly bent from the force.

"I couldn't save her again..." Homura Akemi uttered through her tightly clenched lips, her mouth involuntarily turning down, her head lowering slightly, and her body trembling slightly.

She had lost count of how many cycles she had gone through. Each time, the despair of being unable to save herself weighed heavier and heavier on her heart, as if she were carrying a mountain on her shoulders.

My steps slowed to a crawl, and the feeling of suffocation was everywhere, like the slowness brought on by lack of oxygen. My mind was filled with the image of Kaname Madoka, lying dead in the ruins and floodwaters, who, knowing she would die, still fought without hesitation.

'I was able to make it in time when you were attacked, and that's something I've always been proud of. So, it's really great to be a magical girl. Goodbye, Homura… Take care.'

Kaname Madoka's farewell flashed through her mind. Watching Kaname Madoka leap away, her back flying towards Witch's Night, her heart ached.

That was the very beginning, and the very first cycle.

Tears slid down her cheeks, leaving marks, and the teardrops dripped onto her off-white school uniform, darkening the area around her heart.

As dusk deepened, the surrounding light grew even dimmer, stretching her shadow even longer. The streetlights gradually came on simultaneously, but only two flickered twice before activating, as if something crucial was missing.

"Madoka..." Homura Akemi, writhing in agony and resentment, looked up at the sky, her long black hair falling over her shoulders and then slowly sliding down her collar behind her as she bent over.

at this time.

Everything around changed color, losing its original hue, and everything resembled an oil painting. The sky was covered with dark shades of red, orange, and blue, and the buildings were replaced by curtains, oil paintings, and railings.

"It's a witch! A witch's barrier!? How could this be... This shouldn't be happening at this time."

Homura Akemi glanced around, her eyes wide, her long, straight black hair swaying in waves as she suddenly turned her head. Her pupils trembled, and she took a step to the side, her leather shoes clicking anxiously.

After her chest heaved a few times, confirming that she wasn't the target, she paused, her pupils trembling even more violently. "Xiaoyuan! Could it be Xiaoyuan!?"

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe, bent her thighs and exerted force, and her school uniform transformed into a magical girl outfit that was unique to her after flashing white light.

Whoosh!

Her legs, encased in black stockings, suddenly exerted force, lifting her body off the ground. Her gray collar and short skirt swayed in the wind, and all she could hear was the whistling of the wind.

"Xiaoyuan...you must wait for me, you must not do anything foolish."

After several leaps landing on the rooftop, she soared through the air, her eyes flashing with determination. She pulled back her legs after the initial burst of power, her long hair flowing, her short skirt billowing, and her collar swaying in the wind. Her brows furrowed as she looked ahead, and her next leap was even faster than before.

Within the gloomy, eerie, and dark witch's barrier.

His pale blue tracksuit stood out starkly against the backdrop of the crowd, and his flip-flops were particularly conspicuous. He was now charging forward with a ferocious, hand-blade-like movement, his rapid pace causing the cuffs of his tracksuit pants to ride up to his calves.

In the dim light, Leng Chang's expression was indistinct, his short hair obscuring half his face. His expression was more speechless than ever, his lips pursed as he frantically swung his arms, which had transformed into karate chopsticks. Each time his feet stomped on the ground, the soles of his feet felt numb from the excessive force, and his flip-flops made a comical slapping sound.

The flip-flops left trails of dust as they stepped on the ground, and the constant thud of them hitting the floor only intensified my fatigue.

"Damn it! I'm used to not changing my shoes when I go out, and I only realized I hadn't changed them when I got here! And then I got slapped in the face by a witch, damn it!" Leng Chang's expression was more stiff than ever before, as if he had been frozen into a sculpture.

Behind him was a dark, twisted, sinister, writhing, and crawling witch. Her pure white body was stained with blood, and her head looked like it was half-loosening a sludge, adorned with red flowers.

Black butterfly tentacles crawl and chase beneath him, while the wings of the white butterfly with its black outline flutter behind him. It's quintessentially Picasso's abstract style, captivating the viewer.

She is the Rose Witch.

The moment Leng Chang saw it, he recognized its identity and also learned the approximate time.

It has to be said that Leng Chang is now running at his last ounce of strength. Fortunately, the Rose Witch is not fast either, otherwise Leng Chang would have been resurrected in a second.

"Roar--!"

Seeing that she couldn't catch up, the Rose Witch stretched her head out and roared at Leng Chang's retreating figure, the sound so loud it created a sound wave. Her slimy green head also trembled with the sound.

Leng Chang felt a sharp pain in his ear, his face darkened, and he stopped abruptly. His flip-flops slid a distance on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and his feet felt a slight numbness after coming to a stop.

"Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to reveal my last trump card! Activate your ability!" Leng Chang opened his mouth wide and grinned, his smile distorting his face, like a Yu-Gi-Oh! player eagerly awaiting his turn.

Thud!

A loud noise came from behind Leng Chang, and a hurricane swept past him, blowing his sportswear and short hair into disarray and kicking up clouds of dust.