"It doesn't seem to have any effect." Bai Mo took his hand off the hat and handed the top cap of the old record player to Qibi.

"Kyubi, what just happened?"

"No." Kyubey shook his tail: "From my observation, there were no unknown factors when you came into contact with it."

Bai Mo nodded slightly.

From this perspective, perhaps the remains of the witch that we encountered before will not have any negative effects.

"Is the witch Akemi Homura going to tell herself not to fail?"

Bai Mo’s mind was full of thoughts as he guessed at the possibilities.

According to the description inside the hat of the witch Homura Akemi's relic, perhaps it was just to tell herself that "she" failed and fell on the way to save Madoka, so don't become the next me.

"Forget it. It has nothing to do with me anyway." Bai Mo clapped his hands, turned and left.

Kyubey, who was standing on the ground, followed Baimo's footsteps and put the relics of the witch Homura Akemi into his mouth at the same time.

On the streets, the afterglow of the setting sun scattered on the earth, the halo of the setting sun flickered on the concrete ground, and the tall buildings of the city stood majestically in the distance.

Bai Mo stretched out his hand to play with the silk thread wrapped around his fingertips, his eyes glowing with light, ideas were born and then came to fruition.

This synthetic soul gem made in the shape of a chess piece now has the power to do whatever it wants with Kyubey's support.

As long as Bai Mo has ideas of his own and is interfered with by unknown forces, reality distortion will occur, including but not limited to a series of abilities such as making bows and arrows, turning into silk threads, and even condensing palms with the void.

"That's really the power of idealism." Bai Mo held a bottle of drink and looked at the mark on the bottle that never decreased.

Just use the magic power in the chess piece according to your idea, and the beverage capacity in the bottle will be endless and infinite and will never decrease.

Bai Mo thought about it and turned to ask Kyubey, "It was created by magic power. Is it really infinite inside? Does it really follow the laws of conservation of energy?"

Kyubey, who was squatting on his shoulder, answered the question.

"Soul energy is affected by the interference from parallel timelines. The energy conversion formula is not perfect, and I don't know whether it is truly conserved."

Bai Mo selectively gave up asking questions. When the gap was too big, it would be meaningless to understand.

What is the research on emotional entropy? What is the answer to the formula for its change with entropy? These questions are like what is the ultimate formula of the universe. Even the incubators have no basic guess as to the answers.

Even if you do understand it, it may be wrong or even completely irrelevant.

Bai Mo snapped his index finger, the drink in his hand disappeared, he pushed open the door, walked into the room, and reached out to turn on the light.

"Prepare dinner."

For this, Bai Mo did not choose to use magic, but tried it with his own hands.

If one really relies completely on magic, the miraculous power within the chess pieces will tear apart one's personal living habits due to the difference from ordinary people's habits.

It’s like you’ve become accustomed to ordering takeout using your mobile phone, and the takeout can be delivered to you immediately after you place the order via quantum teleportation. It’s basically impossible for you to cook for yourself.

Perhaps people with great perseverance will always stick to the goals they set for themselves, day after day for ten years, but such people are very rare.

Bai Mo did not try to see if he could maintain normal human habits under the magic that could do whatever he wanted.

In a corner of the city, Homura Akemi sat on a park chair with a serious look in her eyes, her gaze fixed on the screen, her fingers typing on the keyboard.

Twenty-four screens were displayed on the laptop, and each of these separate screens showed a girl with pink hair.

"Madoka." Homura Akemi bit her lip and stretched out her hand to control the interface to touch every detail in it.

From every corner of the house to the 360-degree live monitoring of Xiaoyuan, she has achieved a level of perversion and madness that even a yandere cannot achieve.

The surveillance cameras she set up are spread across every place in Binhai City, completely covering the routes Xiaoyuan has taken, without missing a single detail.

Homura Akemi paused for a long time in front of the image of Madoka sleeping, then let out a long sigh and began a new control.

Her fingers fell on the keyboard, and she began to write programs for the server operations, manipulating and interfering with the Internet. After so many reincarnations, Homura Akemi also began to learn to use external tools.

From relying on his own time-stopping magic to fight against the Witch Night in the beginning, to now relying on the help of the Internet to shorten the time required for each action to fight against the Witch Night to the minimum.

All that Homura Akemi did was for one goal, to protect Madoka from signing a contract with a lingering white deceiver to become a magical girl and to protect her future.

"You might need some help." Kyubey stepped out from under another park chair and jumped in front of Homura.

Homura Akemi glanced at Kyubey and looked at it coldly, her fingers still operating the keyboard.

The hostility accumulated from reincarnations will not be reduced with the help of the incubator.

"This is the seed of sorrow that comes from you."

After Kyubey finished speaking, Homura Akemi was stunned for a moment.

She is still a magical girl. Where did the Seed of Sorrow, something that only witches possess, come from?

"This is your Seed of Sorrow and Witch Relics from another timeline that appeared after the unknown variable entered the Witch's Boundary."

After saying that, Kyubey spat out the two things that Bai Foam had given it for revenge.

The former is the seed of lamentation, and the latter is an old record player.

Homura Akemi didn't know why, but after seeing this old record player, her heart seemed to be grasped, and she felt particularly entangled and sad.

Regret, pain, entanglement, failure, hatred, sadness... many emotions surged from her body. It was obviously just a relic of a witch, but Homura Akemi saw that she could do nothing.

He could only watch Madoka become a magical girl, repeating the process over and over again, and then she would save the world, while he could only witness her self-destruction.

"cough!"

Homura Akemi covered her mouth and pressed her forehead with her other hand. The pain in her mind was like steel needles piercing her brain nerves again and again.

Noticing this change, Kyubey spat out a Seed of Sorrow.

After the Seed of Sorrow floated towards Homura Akemi, her gradually turbid soul gem regained clarity.

Homura Akemi suddenly raised her hand, grabbed her witch-like Seed of Sorrow, and purified the Soul Gem.

After a long pause, Homura Akemi finally asked, "She is the failed, witch-transformed me."

"Yes, according to the confirmed and provable content, you, the witch, come from another timeline."

"I, I'm out of control." Homura Akemi clenched her fists. She could still feel the chaos inside the Soul Gem at that time.

The change came suddenly, without any warning at all.

In the past, the Soul Gem's turbidity was caused by excessive consumption of magic power. However, now, just the witch-like relic from another timeline caused it to go out of control...

"A magical girl does not become a witch because of excessive consumption of magic power." After figuring out the answer, her chances of completing her plan to redeem Madoka Kaname continued to decrease.

Homura Akemi took a deep breath and checked the Seed of Sorrow in her hand that came from her transformation into a witch.

The Seed of Sorrow did not decrease at all, and the energy contained in it was enough for her to use the magic of time stop unscrupulously.

"…………" Holding the Seed of Sorrow tightly in one hand, Homura Akemi stretched out her other hand, pressed the old record player, and then saw another "self".

In the process of fighting against Witch Night, they failed again and again, but at the last moment, it was always Kaname Madoka who became a magical girl and finally saved everyone, including the magical girls.

Everything that "Homura Akemi" did was meaningless.

It is unstoppable to stop Kaname Madoka from becoming a magical girl, and it is impossible to defeat Witch Night. These two iron laws seem to be a curse tightly entangled with "herself" in reincarnation.

I tried again and again, and then failed again and again, until one day I looked back and found that I had become a "witch". (End of this chapter)