My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

With the mechanism disabled and the threat eliminated, only clean-up time remained. Lin Guang bounded over in a few swift moves, clearing away all the fur balls and maids.

The eighth wave was cleared in no more than fifteen seconds from start to finish.

The young girl stood amidst the debris, feeling the increasingly boiling emotions and magic power, panting softly.

Finally… I made it.

It wasn’t easy.

—Actually, memorizing the patterns was pretty simple. They only repeated a few variations.

Devising strategies against the enemies wasn’t hard either, since they weren’t real people with high adaptability and intelligence, and their raw strength was definitely weaker than her in this state.

But…

What if, throughout this entire process, you had to keep finding ways to delay the bomb’s detonation time?

In the beginning, even without any external interference, if she maintained this half-step transformation state continuously, she would exceed the critical threshold within fifteen seconds and injure herself.

But Lin Guang, through modifications to her emotions, movements, and even the lines she spoke, coupled with increasingly familiar mana trajectories and operations, forcibly stretched that time to over a minute and a half.

Moreover, the longer she held at this critical point, the more powerful she became.

According to Lin Guang’s own estimate, her physical attributes were roughly five times that of her base body!

If this were the real world, that would already far surpass the physical limits of an ordinary person. Walking on walls and leaping over roofs would be trivial. It would be enough to call her a mini-superhuman!

But the cost was obvious.

At this moment, the magic power inside her body was nearly boiling, the energy surging through her internal organs and flesh. If she forced herself to stay in this half-step transformation state any longer, she estimated she had no more than fifteen seconds before losing control.

She let out a long breath, expelling a stream of scorching air from her mouth, and assessed her internal condition.

Before crossing the self-injury critical point, her body, strengthened by magic power, seemed to have developed a special resistance to high temperatures. Although her body temperature was extremely high, it was somehow not suffering damage.

Had she finished clearing all enemies in the vicinity? Could she safely stop this transformation process now?

Without any hesitation, her gaze turned directly toward the deeper darkness beyond.

Her magic-enhanced senses had picked up on something.

But in that very instant, the girl’s face suddenly grew stern.

Clearly, no.

Her slender body tensed to its absolute limit in a split second.

From the depths of the darkness, an unprecedented, powerful presence was approaching, carrying a heavy, cold, and suffocating pressure.

Click, click, click.

Accompanied by an elegant, rhythmic footstep, a figure slowly emerged from the black mist.

It was still a female doll, but completely different from the low-level maids before, who wore rough fabric and moved stiffly.

If the previous ones were junior maids, this one was undoubtedly the Head Maid.

She wore a set of intricate and gorgeous maid attire. The fabric was smooth silk, with layers of blue and white ruffled skirts. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with delicate lace patterns, adorned with dark markings that looked like dried, congealed blood.

Her faceless visage was flawless—no cracks or holes—yet she was “looking” straight at Lin Guang.

She tilted her head, and her silver twin braids swayed along with the motion.

In that instant, a bone-chilling sensation flared in Lin Guang’s heart.

“!!”

This was on an entirely different level from all the monsters before.

An elite monster? Or perhaps the stage boss guarding this wave…

But the enemy did not immediately lash out upon locking onto Lin Guang.

Under her gaze, she gently extended her eerily lifelike hands, folded them before her, and then gave a slight bow to Lin Guang.

The gesture was so graceful it was almost impeccable, just like a true Head Maid.

The next moment.

Without any prior notice, a streak of red and white appeared beside the seemingly polite doll, almost as if by teleportation.

The red and white trail in the air hadn’t even faded when a knife-hand strike, wreathed in flames, slashed without any embellishment toward the Head Maid’s neck, tearing through the air with a whistling crack.

Bang!

Two equally slender, pale arms collided in midair, rebounding off each other.

The Head Maid’s faceless visage twisted bizarrely 180 degrees, locking eyes perfectly with Lin Guang.

In that instant, Lin Guang’s whip-like leg had already swung around, powered by the rotation in midair.

Something even stranger happened.

The enemy silently vanished from the spot, and this heavy blow landed on nothing.

Lin Guang spun around twice like a dancer to release the momentum, then steadied herself, staring warily at the spot where the opponent had reappeared.

Strength not inferior to mine is within reason… but I couldn’t even see her movement clearly?

No sound of wind cutting through the air, no warning sign.

It was like a frame skip—unnaturally fast.

Just as Lin Guang was analyzing her ability, the elegantly poised Head Maid suddenly moved.

She gracefully lifted her skirt, revealing the cold gleam beneath.

And then—

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!!!

Silver gleams burst out like a peacock spreading its tail.

Sixteen cold, metallic throwing knives, flying at speeds that exceeded even Lin Guang’s enhanced dynamic vision.

“So fast—!”

Lin Guang’s pupils contracted sharply.

She hadn’t even seen how they were thrown. She could only rely on instinct, twisting her body violently and batting away the knives.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

The dull sound of blades piercing flesh rang out in quick succession.

Even with her best effort, eight knives still embedded themselves deep into her body. Her thigh, shoulder, side—three of them even plunged into her organs, sending searing pain and gushing blood spraying out.

“…!!!”

Right then, a second wave of projectiles whistled through the air.

More silver knives!

Lin Guang forced her battered body to roll awkwardly across the ground, barely dodging most of them, but two still lodged into her left arm.

She dropped to one knee, gasping heavily, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. She looked at her opponent—who remained perfectly composed, not a speck of dust on her, simply holding two knives as she walked slowly toward Lin Guang.

She lowered her head, looking at her own body, which was now like a porcupine.

The Precision Operation Engine could clearly sense her current condition.

Internal organs were damaged, internal bleeding had begun.

Her magic power was also growing more turbulent from the pain and the passage of time.

Even one-on-one, even if the opponent didn’t reveal any new abilities, with her broken body in this state, there was almost no hope.

A dead end?

Do I have to start over again?

Strangely, she felt no bitterness.

This time had already brought significant progress. She’d not only broken through the eighth wave and met the great enemy of the ninth, but she’d also gathered plenty of key information. Once she returned and carefully analyzed everything…

No.

At that very moment, amid the pool of blood, the girl let out a low laugh instead.

“Heh… I refuse.”

With her hoarse laughter, tongues of flame were clearly visible surging from her breath.

Being able to restart an infinite number of times was certainly good.

Improving with every attempt was indeed something anyone would dream of.

In such circumstances, giving in to weariness or backing down once or twice might seem like trivial matters.

But…

Lin Guang, who treated reality like a game and took the arrival of the supernatural for granted, had always deeply understood one thing.

A true gaming master never makes excuses for themselves. Instead, they face every round, every attempt, with the most serious and dedicated attitude.

For Lin Guang, treating something as a game was never about being careless. It meant that no matter the time or place, she must give her absolute best.

That was Lin Guang’s most important… entertainment.

She rose, swaying, ignoring the ten knives embedded in her body, ignoring the Head Maid elegantly closing in.

Magic power was rushing through her like a turbulent torrent, about to explode inside her, bringing familiar agony. But a fierce will to fight and joy burned hotter and brighter in her heart.

In that instant, she seemed to sense something from the depths of her being.

It was a premonition from the deepest core of the 【Soul Link】.

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