The Dimensional Tavern of the Mefilas Alien

Although it did not display earth-shattering power, the girl still understood that this was an enemy she absolutely could not defeat.

The girl gritted her teeth. Since that was the case, there was only one thing she could do now... She raised her left arm, preparing to jump through time and return to that point in the past.

Although she hadn't managed to accomplish anything this time, if she collapsed here, no one would be able to save Xiaoyuan.

Just as she was about to activate her ability to jump back in time, Murphy tapped the sign on the wall in dissatisfaction.

"I said, you came in shouting and yelling about fighting, and now you've made such a mess of my shop. Do you just want to walk away like this? Young people these days have no manners!"

"What do you mean?" The girl doubted her ears and slowed down the skill she was about to activate.

"I said pay me back, are you deaf?"

Murphy said irritably.

All I wanted to do was open a tavern to retire and have some fun, so why do I keep getting these kinds of customers every day?

Hmph, it must be those guys from the Land of Light who cursed me! Otherwise, why would my bar business be so bad?

After cursing a few times in his mind, Murphy felt much better.

The girl finally realized that she seemed to have made a mistake.

The two strange-looking creatures before her didn't seem to be the witches and familiars she had imagined. At least, she had never seen a witch or familiar as rational and organized as Murphy.

"Aren't you a witch?"

The girl didn't immediately lower her guard, remaining prepared for a time jump. If Murphy showed any sign of distress, she would immediately travel to the past.

"A witch?" Murphy frowned. Ordinary Mefilas aliens don't have this habit. Only he, being a transmigrator, still retained some remnants of humanity, even though time had eroded his memories and original intentions.

"You mean Muruna?" Murphy asked, a hint of disdain in his voice.

"You'll see, I'm a man!"

"Uh..." The girl was speechless. Of course, a witch was female, that much was certain. It was just that this was the first time she had seen a creature like Murphy, so she couldn't really tell what his gender was.

and many more!

The girl was suddenly surprised.

"You're not a witch? Then what are you?"

"Of course they're aliens!"

"An alien?" The girl, who had relaxed a little, tensed up again.

"What is your relationship with the Incubator?" The girl looked at Murphy suspiciously. She hadn't realized it yet, but now that she had calmed down, she discovered that this person, like Cupid, could communicate through telepathy.

Could it be that my sudden appearance was also part of Cupid's conspiracy?

"What is that thing?" Murphy shook his head; he had never heard of the name before.

"The Incubators are an alien civilization. In order to prevent the increase of cosmic entropy, they trick girls on Earth into signing contracts, turning them into magical girls, and thus extracting their emotional energy."

The girl stared intently at Murphy's strange face, trying to read his expression.

"Aha!" Murphy laughed out loud: "What kind of lousy theory is this? I've never even heard of the name 'Incubator' before. Could it be something made up by some country bumpkin from some small town?"

Murphy said dismissively, "The Space Garrison arrests a few of these guys every day. Some of them genuinely fool themselves, while others are simply bad guys. But to come up with such an inefficient energy conversion method, they're probably just third-rate villains!"

The girl was stunned, feeling as if her worldview was about to be shattered.

"What is a cosmic guard? Aren't all civilizations in the universe fighting each other for energy?"

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Just a quick disclaimer: I'm not a stickler for lore, and since this is a multi-world crossover, balancing details and power levels is quite complicated. So please be gentle if you find any errors. Thank you so much!

Chapter Seven: The Magical Girl Who Rules the Ages

Murphy looked at her strangely: "A great war... Ever since the Cosmic Emperor Empera was defeated by the Land of Light, there have been very few wars in the universe that qualify as a great war. Perhaps there are some races that wage war for energy, but that is really rare."

The girl was dizzy; the amount of information Murphy had just released was overwhelming, and she couldn't process it all at once.

The Emperor of the Universe, the Kingdom of Light, the Space Garrison—every word that came out of Murphy's mouth sounded like it had popped out of a science fiction movie.

If it weren't for her own experience, she would find it hard to believe that all of this was real.

"So, the universe doesn't have a heat death crisis? And the claims that the universe is accelerating entropy increase and all civilizations are fighting for energy are all lies?"

If such a crisis were to occur, the Space Garrison—no, the Land of Light—would have acted long ago! Murphy scoffed.

Space Garrison, Land of Light... what exactly are they? The girl asked blankly.

Murphy said with a hint of disdain, "They're just a bunch of guys who shout about love and justice all day long, and then they go around meddling in other people's business."

The girl was stunned; why did this sound so familiar?

It seems that when the incubators tricked the girls into signing the contracts, they told them that magical girls were beings who fought for love and justice. But in reality, magical girls are nothing more than pathetic beings destined to become witches, providing them with energy.

The girl shook her head; it must just be a coincidence. After all, according to the person in front of her, the Land of Light not only defeated the Cosmic Emperor but could also dispatch police everywhere to arrest criminal aliens. They were on a completely different level from these pathetic beings who had been utterly deceived.

But if such an organization truly exists, why would they stand idly by while their incubators run rampant? Why would they allow tragedies to occur on Earth?

The girl couldn't help but ask her question.

"Earth?" Before Murphy could speak, Jamila perked up.

"You're from Earth?" He stared intently at the girl with his glowing eyes.

The girl instinctively took a half step back, her right hand warily touching the shield in her left hand.

Jamila immediately realized she had startled the girl and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I was really surprised. My name is Jamila, and I'm also from Earth."

Now it was the girl's turn to be shocked. So, there are other than humans on Earth?

"No, I was originally a human. It was just that during a space flight experiment, the rocket malfunctioned and I was stranded on an alien planet, which is why I mutated into my current form."

After explaining, Jamila asked impatiently, "What year is it on Earth now? How is XX country doing?"

"It's 2011 now, and as for country xx, I've never heard of it."

The girl shook her head. She was just a middle school student, and although her studies weren't bad, her understanding of things outside of Japan was limited to a few major countries, and even that was very superficial.

"2011? How could it be 2011?" Jamila stood there, lost and confused, muttering to herself.

If it was 2011, then he has been gone from Earth for almost 50 years. With so much time having passed, wouldn't his family, his daughter, be very old, or even deceased by now?

Overwhelmed with sorrow, Jamila couldn't help but cry, her dry eyes even managing to shed a few tears.

Tears streamed down his face, stinging his body.

However, nothing is more painful than a broken heart; Jamila felt no physical pain at all.

Missing his family, he let out a mournful howl like a cow.

The girl felt empathy for the sorrow and despair in that voice.

"Why are you crying?"

Murphy interrupted Jamila speechlessly.

"According to your human calendar, the Earth is only in 1966."

"what?"

Jamila was stunned. She shouldn't be crying... No, even if it was 1966, she'd been away from Earth for many years!

Murphy ignored him and turned to the girl: "Didn't you just ask why the Space Garrison doesn't deal with things on Earth? That's because you're not in the same universe."

This time it was the girl's turn to be surprised: "Not in the same universe?"

“Yes.” Murphy nodded. “My bar can draw guests from different dimensions, and it seems you must be from another universe.”

He was right! Earth is still in the 1960s, so there shouldn't be any magical girls. As for other planets, they probably don't have such a terrestrial culture either.

The girl's heart suddenly felt empty. When she first heard about the Space Garrison, she thought things had taken a turn for the better, but she never expected that her hope would be shattered so quickly.

Murphy felt the girl's description sounded familiar, and he suspected she actually came from a world he had read or watched. However, having lived for tens of thousands of years, his memories of works before his transmigration were mostly hazy, except for a few memorable ones like Naruto. Therefore, he couldn't immediately recall which work the girl was from.

Meanwhile, the girl on the other side, after a moment of silence, suddenly realized that even if the space patrol team wasn't in her universe, her very presence in this magical bar was an opportunity in itself. If she could seize this opportunity, she might be able to change her fate and fulfill her wishes.

So the girl immediately perked up.

She pressed the shield on her left hand, and with a whoosh, a number of weapons poured out.

Jamila was startled. Was this child really that brave? He had just been suppressed, and now he wanted to challenge Mo Fei again?

"I don't have much money on me. Can I use these weapons to compensate you for your losses?"

Mo Fei glanced at the weapons on the ground.

"Did you raid a human armory?"

The girl nodded expressionlessly. Her ability was time stop, which didn't directly enhance her combat power. Therefore, to strengthen her fighting ability, she looted many military bases' inventory.

"Unfortunately, these things are of no use to me."

Mo Fei shook his head. These conventional weapons, even if given to a child as fireworks, wouldn't be powerful enough in space. Unless he could get his hands on something like the Saturn Z or the super weapon R1, they wouldn't be impressive enough.

A flicker of disappointment crossed the girl's eyes. But she quickly rallied: "Anything else is fine, as long as it's available on Earth. If you want it, I'll definitely get it for you."

Murphy asked curiously, "You're so persistent, it's not just about compensating me for my losses, is it? What's your real purpose?"

A pang of sorrow flashed in the girl's eyes. There were things she didn't want to say, but now, to seize this opportunity, she was willing to do anything.

"My name is Homura Akemi, and I am a magical girl."

Jamila was a Cold War veteran and couldn't understand a word Homura Akemi was saying.

"Magical girl?"

Murphy glanced at Homura Akemi—she was wearing a shield and had a pile of weapons at her feet, looking like an arms dealer—and frowned, puzzled:

"Shouldn't a magical girl be someone whose belief is your magic, or someone who reigns supreme for eternity, waiting for your return in the mortal world?"

Chapter Eight: Waiting for You in Reincarnation

"I don't understand what you mean by 'unparalleled throughout eternity,' and as for your magic being the heart of belief..." Homura Akemi's lips curled into a mocking smile. "That's just an anime."

"Real magical girls are not such wonderful beings."

On Earth, there exist monsters called witches who hide within barriers and spread despair. Magical girls, upholding love and justice, fight against them.

But this was all a hoax, a lie fabricated by a civilization called the Incubators in order to collect energy.

The incubators will deceive girls into signing contracts to become magical girls by fulfilling their wishes.

However, in reality, they were simply trying to collect the energy born from the girls' despair.

The moment a magical girl falls into despair is the moment she transforms into a witch. So-called magical girls are nothing more than witches who haven't yet matured.

Jamila gasped. To think that this civilization called the Incubators would exploit a young girl's innocent heart was truly wicked.

This Cold War veteran, Deng Xiaoping, had a fairly high moral standard most of the time.

Murphy, on the other hand, remained unfazed. Far worse things had happened in the universe; he was used to it. He simply scratched his head. Homura Akemi spoke with such certainty—had he really misremembered?

But what puzzled him even more was why this race called the Incubators only collected the emotions of young girls.

Is that the main point? Homura Akemi thought to herself. But she still answered honestly.

"Because they believe that teenage girls are more sensitive and experience more intense emotional fluctuations."

Murphy scoffed, "So you really are third-rate aliens! Emotions do indeed contain enormous energy, but the efficiency of collecting and utilizing it is far too low. Love, joy, hatred, anger, despair... all extreme emotions contain unimaginable energy, far greater than the emotional fluctuations of a teenage girl. Especially those who have understood the truth of the world but are still willing to face difficulties, can awaken true miracles. If they really wanted to collect energy from emotions, why are they so picky? Could it be because their technology can't do it?"

Murphy glanced sideways: "If the Yapools heard this, they'd laugh their heads off!"

Homura blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. The Incubator… Kyubey at least maintained a savior-like demeanor. But this guy in front of her sounded far too villainous. Compared to the Incubator, this alien shopkeeper seemed far more dangerous.

Jamila asked blankly, "Shopkeeper, do you also know how to collect energy from emotions?"

“Of course!” Murphy nodded proudly.

"Back then, I made a bet with Yapool and learned the technology of creating super beasts using emotions from him. After some improvements, even Yapool had to admit that I had surpassed him in this area."

Homura Akemi was starting to regret it. Should she have taken this drinking party as an opportunity?

No! But Homura Akemi quickly reaffirmed her resolve.

If it can save Madoka, what does it matter if I become a demon?

"So you actually want to defeat the Incubators and take revenge on them? No wonder you care so much about the Space Garrison!" Murphy thought he understood Homura Akemi's thoughts.

Homura Akemi shook her head: "I only want to save Madoka and help her escape the fate of becoming a magical girl."