The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch

The Keyman abruptly raised their left hand, gently stroked the ring on their right middle finger. Green light burst around them, cutting towards everything around like sharp blades.

The wooden table on the holy platform was instantly sliced into pieces, turning into purple mist and dissipating. Even the ground was sliced into countless fragments as if cutting tofu.

Rumble—!

The entire space abruptly shattered into purple mist and dissipated. Suddenly, the Keyman opened their eyes.

Luxurious wool carpet, exquisite solid wood furniture, soft sofa, and complex crystal chandelier—and before them stood the beautiful red-haired young girl, smiling at them, holding the silver stopwatch—they were back in this room!

“Hahahaha!!! You can’t trick me. You can’t trick me! You can’t do it! How could you possibly do it!”

The Keyman desperately tried to conceal the fear in their heart, abruptly raising their right hand, pointing the ring at the young girl. But the fear that had penetrated deep into their bones showed no sign of dissipating.

Triple... dream!!! Triple!!!

Whoosh—!

“Meeting again...”

The young girl smiled. But before she could even finished speaking, the young girl’s head was torn apart by green light. Brain matter and skull, along with hair and skin, scattered everywhere.

The Keyman frantically rushed towards the desk. They punched through the wall, took out a notepad from the hidden compartment, and frantically flipped through it.

This was their spiritual note.

“Fake... I knew it was fake! Hahaha!!!”

The notepad in the Keyman’s hand fell to the ground.

Green light flashed. The Keyman’s head rolled to the ground.

Boom—!

The surrounding scene again shattered into purple mist and dissipated.

The Keyman abruptly opened their eyes. Their vision was almost completely covered in blood-red. The buzzing in their mind made it almost impossible to hear any words. Before their eyes, a blood-red moon seemed to hang. The blood moon opened its black vertical pupil, gazing at them.

Is this... the Clock Tower Church?

Is it over...?

The Keyman stiffly turned back. The red-haired young girl, at this moment, held the silver stopwatch in her left hand, and in her right hand, the gunblade flickering with silver cracks. She was smiling at the Keyman.

“Meeting again.”

The young girl slowly spoke. Her mocking voice was like something from hell.

Click—

The sound of the stopwatch being pressed. The young girl held the gunblade in reverse grip, directly angled it upwards and plunged it into her heart, pulling the trigger.

With a deafening roar, brilliant silver fire burst from the young girl’s gun muzzle.

The fierce fire almost vaporized the young girl’s entire upper body, leaving no head. Her right hand fell limply. The exquisite stopwatch in her hand, which fell limply, rolled to the Keyman’s side.

The blood moon hung behind them. The Keyman looked at the rolling stopwatch. Extreme, bone-chilling fear, the kind that made their blood run cold, was deeply etched into their mind.

No... Don’t come any closer!

That stopwatch, seemingly symbolizing multiple dreams, just stopped before them, quietly ticking.

Fake!!! It’s fake again!!!

Looking at the young girl’s half-corpse that had fallen, the Keyman’s violent panting gradually subsided. At this moment, they were calm instead, standing frozen in place.

Or rather, they had been completely swallowed by fear.

“Can you have a fourth layer? Can you have a fourth layer?! Come on!”

The Keyman suddenly had a breakdown. Their entire being seemed to have completely fallen into madness, screaming hysterically. The green light on the ring in their hand flashed. Their terrifying head rolled to the ground. Their body finally knelt on the ground, collapsing.

9...

Why...

14...

15...

The silver stopwatch’s second hand turned backward. Silver light suddenly flashed.

“Hiss... So painful, Blood Roland.”

The red-haired young girl’s figure appeared on the holy platform again. Even the clothes on her body were completely undamaged.

She slowly walked to the headless corpse before her, bent down, picked up the silver stopwatch before the head, wiped the blood off it, and put it in her pocket.

“Sorry, there were only two layers of dreams in total. Truly sorry for not letting you see the fourth layer...”

“Fooled you, hehe~”

From the first time she returned to the room, to the second time she returned to the room, there were only two layers of dreams in total. Only the Keyman before her mistakenly thought the first time she saw the stopwatch was already one layer of dream.

But in fact, when the Keyman thought they were tricked and turned back for the second time, that was the beginning of the first layer of dream, returning to the original room.

And the second layer of dream was simply sending them back to the room one more time. The Keyman was directly almost scared insane.

Because they assumed the first time they saw the stopwatch was the first layer of dream.

And in each round of the dream, including in reality, the young girl was reinforcing the impression of the stopwatch on the other party, making the stopwatch the source of their fear.

They absolutely didn’t expect that the last stopwatch wasn’t a dream construct at all.

But the real one, 【Echo of the Silver-White Timebinder】

The young girl reached into her pocket, lifted the head that died with its eyes wide open, and turned it towards the blood moon before them.

That was a beautiful blood-red vortex. A terrifying aura brewed within it. Countless blood threads connected with it.

“Cheer up. You succeeded. This is the summoning array you longed for. It’s what you summoned~”

The young girl held the head, speaking gently.

“...It was just me instigating.”

Reaching out, she tossed the head forward. The head traced an arc and was thrown into the blood-red vortex, instantly swallowed.

Ciel reached into her pocket, took out the bottle of potion in her pocket, and gently shook it. The writhing, starlit tentacles inside also became frantic with her movement.

They seemed excited.

“How is it? Satisfied? An entire city.”

Standing before the gradually expanding “blood moon,” she slowly pulled out the stopper. Her right hand held the potion bottle, raising it before the “blood moon,” seemingly letting the potion admire everything.

Then, Ciel opened her left hand. Her right hand held the potion bottle. She slightly lowered her head and bent down, elegantly performing a noble’s bow, as if to invite the potion to dance together in this destructive and terrifying scene.

Then, Ciel tilted her head back and drank the potion in one gulp.