Food reserves are all love brains? [Comprehensive]

The magical girl can realize her wish by signing a contract with the incubator. In contrast, she has to undertake the task of eliminating the witch.

This seems to be just an ordinary story of good defeating evil, which is a common setting for animation.

But in fact, the pros and cons on the stage are just props controlled by the incubator.

The magical girl is constantly destroying the witch, and this road has no end. When the filth in her soul gem accumulates to the limit, the magical girl will degenerate into a witch.Lose your mind and endanger humanity.

The purpose of the incubators is to obtain the energy they need through this "transformation" from hope to despair.

The hatchlings in wartime were starved of energy.

They master the important technology of transforming emotions into energy, and use a B-level world within their jurisdiction as a testing ground, constantly revising this technology.

Sign a contract, make a wish, and become a magical girl~

The incubators drew a beautiful blueprint for the innocent girls.

How sweet is the hope of the birth of a human girl, how dangerous is the despair after decay, and how coveted the energy when there is a gap.

The incubators squeezed the desires of the humans without hesitation, watched the beautiful magical girls continue to kill the witches, and finally alienated and became a member of the witches, who were eliminated by the newly born magical girls.

For a long time, no problems occurred.Until some special girls awakened and took control of the world from the incubators in one go.

The incubators, who thought they were in control, tasted the bitter fruit of arrogance. In this vicious seizure of power, the incubators failed and the monsters of conscience retained their dominance.

This is exactly what the incubators are good at – technology that uses human emotion as a source of energy.

At the same time, it was also the reason why Chubby was favored and sent as a trophy.

As long as the incubators are given time, one day, they will be able to transform the technology that can directly extract the energy of human conscience, without the need for conscience monsters to run around.

However, any "great" technology needs to go through countless failed experiments.

The truth is not ignorant of this.

The familiars created by the witch are grotesque, circling around the truth, and shouting happily because of the appearance of the master.

There is no familiar breath of truth here.

But everything—the puppet of the human king defaced by imagination, the deformed monster implying the identity of a prostitute, and the familiar singing echoing in the woods are reminding the long truth:

Standing in front of her was a human named "Shamhat".

Truth took a breath.

"..."

The crooked mouth was opened wide, and the sound that spit out was unrecognizable, sharp and piercing, which made the sleeping boy move uncomfortably.

The sound startled the witch.

Maybe it's because of too much obsession, maybe it's something else, but the witch doesn't seem to have completely lost her mind.

She stayed in this land ignorantly, and the endless war provided her with a steady stream of food, so she didn't feel hungry.

Occasionally she finds something for herself to do, such as raising an unnamed boy, but most of the time, she is still sleeping.

Now she is awake.

At first, the witch didn't feel anything.She just felt that she had a very long dream.

Now that I wake up from the dream, the person I longed for before I fell asleep has really appeared.

Black hair, blue eyes.

How lucky, the witch thought.

I still waited, much luckier than that nasty golden king.

This is my victory.

The witch tried to call out the black-haired girl's name, but couldn't find the voice.

The witch wanted to let the girl understand her intentions with her eyes, but found a strange image in the girl's eyes.

Ugly monsters resembling humans, creepy and terrifying aliens.

The witch's eyes widened in horror. She felt dangerous and wanted to help the girl escape, so she reached out her hand desperately——

The sinister tentacles reached halfway and stopped.

The witch stared at the reflection in the girl's eyes—the terrifying monster, just like her, opened its eyes wide in horror.

The witch finally realized a problem:

There are no other monsters around here.

Only herself.

The monster started howling.

There is no gentle and beautiful voice, and the cruel tone seems to tear the ears of truth.

The little girl raised her head, staring at the monster that swelled and deformed due to fury.It no longer maintains its ugly human form, and cries as if abandoning everything.

Those lips have been kissed by the truth, and those eyes have been stared at by the truth for a long time, but at this moment, the ugly scars divide the witch's smooth skin into countless pieces.

Knife wounds, arrow wounds, whip wounds... From this cruel history of waiting for the return of the truth, all the weapons in all the wars that have been fought here have kissed this body and carved an ugly mark on her.

It was the tortured soul in the long wait.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts—

The monster waved its tentacles helplessly. It saw the girl rushing towards her in its confusion, so it suppressed the pain and froze.

That is its goddess.

Inviolable, lofty.

However, it was the only one who answered its prayers—the goddess that belonged exclusively to it.

Exhausted Shamhat's life, and thousands of years of the witch.

This long prayer is finally coming to an end.

The wound healed and opened again, the monster roared in pain, and colorful flocs flowed from the wound and dripped to the ground, becoming a flashback memory.

Shamhart felt light in her body. She escaped from the monster's body like a prisoner just released from prison.

She swims around in the flying catkins of memory, like a newborn child, accepting everything freely and blankly.

……

When the king came back from heaven, the people of Uruk were very happy.

The king, who was not frank at certain times, once again discovered an interest that could last a lifetime, and was eager to put his own stamp on that "interest".

Uruk was very lively for a while, precious gems, luxurious silks and satins, and countless rare treasures were shipped from afar. Under Ningsun's command, the preparations for the wedding were happily carried out.

Shamhart watched all this with cold eyes, and murmured to the cat and rabbit that had returned to its original form:

"She'll say no, won't she?"

"Who knows." The little beast replied ambiguously, "Master Truth is not good at rejecting humans."

"……yes."

Shamhart couldn't stop her god.

That one prayer alone used up all the courage of the prostitute.The result of betting everything is that her god will run away.

Do you hate her?

I hate her.

Even if she returns again, her god will not answer her prayers.

Shamhat, who was torn in half by jealousy, prayed silently in his heart:

"Come back later, my God."

——So, the god really didn't come back.

This is punishment.

God's punishment for the greedy and jealous prostitute.

She gradually sank into boundless despair, until one day, the little beast told her:

"Make a wish to me. In this way, both I and you can see Master Truth again."

Shamhart agreed without hesitation.

The wedding fell silent, and no one in Uruk dared to mention the candidate for the princess.

Time passed, and this time Gilgamesh was not downcast because of the loss, he was very calm.

Dealing with government affairs, punishing sinners, and launching wars, everything is in an orderly manner, just like a real virtuous king, who led Uruk to its peak.

Even his personality is more tolerant and peaceful.

In the later period of the reign, children with runny noses even dared to pounce on the king's back. When they were picked off by elders who knew the past, the aging king just laughed:

"The strength is really great. I will become a warrior of Uruk in the future."

The people of Uruk sang the praises of the gentle king, and everyone felt the king's kindness, except Shamhat.

——Shamhat who no longer ages after making a wish.

When the royal capital that was bleeding with divine blood was covered with frost, the magical girl who traded her soul for her wish was still young and beautiful, just like Enkidu back then.

Human beings cannot live without aging.

In the concept of the Uruk people, only gods can do this.

Rumors spread everywhere, and people said that Shamhat was a gift from His Royal Highness to Uruk.

Shamhat has fulfilled his previous wishes - status, dignity, money. Occasionally, Shamhat, who is regarded as a goddess, will appear at the king's banquet. Shamhart was horrified by sweeping past her.

It wasn't until Gilgamesh was dying that Shamhat worked up the courage to sneak a look at him.

"...Why do you hate me so much, Gilgamesh?"

Shamhart asked cautiously in a vengeful tone,

"Could it be that you are jealous of me?"

Wang couldn't get up at this time, otherwise, Shamhart believed that he would get up and smash his head.

Because he couldn't move, he could only lift his eyelids, his eyes still full of toxins swept across Shamhat's beautiful face, Wang raised the corner of his mouth.

At that time, knowing that the life in front of him was about to die, Shamhat still couldn't help feeling afraid.

She regretted going to revenge, but Gilgamesh could not allow her to regret.

The dying male lion grinned open his bloody mouth, and spit out his last words as if in pity.

It is both a sentence and a curse.

"You just go on living..."

"...a counterfeit."

That word kept appearing in Shamhat's nightmares for countless days and nights.

She fights and fights.

Even if the human beings familiar to Shamhat disappear one by one, they will continue to fight to protect the city and the place where that person came back.

To prove that she was not an emotionless fake, to negate the growing doubts in her heart.

The clear soul gem was irreversibly polluted, and it was not until the last ray of light was swallowed that Shamhat finally understood the true meaning of the fake.

The monster struggled less, it had no strength.

There was a big hole in its chest, and the contents were taken out by the truth—the little white beast replaced the monster's heart, dormant quietly inside its body.

Truth didn't look at it, but hugged the monster instead.

She hugged her tightly, and even though she was hurt by its flailing tentacles, she didn't move.

It wasn't until the last form of the monster dissipated that the little girl raised her head and glanced blankly into the air.

Bright green light spots flickered and danced, but unlike Enkidu's soul fragments, they were already unusable materials.

The existence named Shamhat has already disappeared while becoming a witch, leaving only a little bit of nostalgia when he was a human, imprisoned in his body by Chubby——as a sacrifice to fulfill his wish, maintaining the "prayer" Witch" form, praying for the return of the truth.

Although he knew it could no longer be used, Truth couldn't help it, and touched the very lively spot of light.

Snapped.

The moment the fingertip touched the spot of light, bright green ones exploded one after another, and the color of the prostitute was astonishingly beautiful.Unfortunately, like fireworks, fleeting.

The last traces of Shamhart were also gone.

—No, not the last.

The monster of conscience stared at the familiar drop of water on his fingertips with a strange expression, and licked his mouth in confirmation.

Sweet.

The taste of her tears is also sweet.