My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

After a brief pause, brilliant waves of magic light suddenly exploded across the night sky.

Boom—

Ordinary fireworks no longer seemed to satisfy the crowd below. The magical girls raised their various staffs and cast spells unreservedly in front of the growing throng of onlookers.

Streams of colored light rose from the ground, turning the tranquil night into a canvas and painting a gorgeous, dreamlike river of stars.

The spectators raised cheers and applause.

The entire city seemed to boil with excitement, drowned in a sea of delight.

But that liveliness felt like it belonged to another world when it reached the rooftop of the Happiness Peace Committee.

Airwen’s expression remained utterly unmoved, flat as ever, as if she couldn’t sense any spice at all, as if someone were pouring plain water straight down her throat.

The bottle in her hand quickly ran empty. She tossed it aside; the empty bottle rolled on the ground and hit with a crisp clink.

“……”

Airwen paused, took the bottle that seemed warmed by flame-like magic, and looked at its label.

It was a bottle of strawberry milk.

The same one Su Fang always bought for Lin Guang whenever they first returned to Kazenari Town.

The red-haired magical girl had also undone her transformation; red motes of light dissipated, and her hair and eyes returned to cherry red as she stood beside the silver-haired girl in the suit.

Lin Guang looked into the distance, voice calm:

“Do you want to get drunk or not?”

Magical girls were peculiar. If they wanted to get drunk, their tolerance was similar to ordinary teenage girls—sparkling wine could knock them out. But if they didn’t want to get drunk, their magic would instinctively break down and evaporate the alcohol, so no matter how much they drank it would be like drinking water.

There was only one possibility for Airwen to have drunk so much yet stayed sober.

Part of her chased intoxication, while deep down she subtly refused to become drunk.

“……”

Airwen didn’t answer. She stood shoulder to shoulder with the cherry-haired girl and watched the fireworks continuing to burst in the sky.

Lin Guang said lightly, “If you don’t want to get drunk, don’t force it. That’s uncomfortable.”

“……”

After a short silence, Airwen spoke: “You’re the least qualified person to say that to me.”

“Everything you’ve done until now—was any of it painless? Was any of it comfortable?”

“……”

Lin Guang didn’t pursue the topic. He just raised his head and said softly, “Separate things from things.”

“…!”

As if hearing the most familiar phrase from some deep memory, Airwen instinctively turned her head toward the girl beside her.

“Eat until you’re full, then sleep. That’s what matters most.”

Lin Guang tilted his head.

“That’s what you always said.”

“……”

The outline of the cherry-haired girl before her, and the transformed hair color, seemed to overlap with a silhouette buried deep in Airwen’s memory from long, long ago.

Although personality and appearance were completely different, it was still like seeing that old shadow.

After a long daze, Airwen finally snapped back, twisted open the strawberry milk’s cap, and drank it down in one swallow.

“Yeah, separate things from things.”

After another pause, she suddenly said, “Then drink a little with me.”

The silver-haired girl reached into the inner pocket of her suit and pulled out a gold-colored leaf. With a flash of gold light, she handed a bottle of low-alcohol sparkling wine to Lin Guang.

She said softly, “You’ve never had this before, right?”

Lin Guang nodded.

“This one’s easier to take.”

“And you’re right... since you can’t get drunk, might as well drink this.”

A slender hand with orange nail polish took the bottle.

Ding—

The cap was twisted open, then the crisp sound of glass clinking.

They each took a sip, cherry red and silver hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

“She’s a fool too.”

Watching the red girl below playing and joking with the other magical girls, Airwen put down her bottle and spoke in a gentle tone, “Locked in a birdcage for so long, yet somehow able to feel satisfied...”

Lin Guang listened quietly to her complaint and said nothing.

As Airwen spoke, her voice suddenly softened.

She turned her head slightly, black eyes looking at the cherry-haired girl beside her, and an indescribably complex expression flashed across her face.

“………”

She then said in a faint voice, “Do you know the ‘Seven-Minute-Old-World Hypothesis’?”

Lin Guang was taken aback.

Maybe she hadn’t expected an answer from him, because Airwen continued: “It’s a thought experiment, a hypothesis.”

“Imagine this world was created seven minutes ago by an omnipotent creator as a ‘game’.”

Her words were light, almost whisper-like, yet carried a subtly terrifying implication.

“Likewise, all memories and traces of events that supposedly happened ‘before’ were also created seven minutes ago.”

“So how do we decide whether this world, and everything about ourselves, is real or illusory? How do we falsify that hypothesis?”

“……”

Airwen went on speaking to herself: “By the way, someone mentioned ‘future thoughts’ before.”

“At that time, I was the only one who didn’t speak, right?”

“That was a bit unfair.”

“My true feelings about my vision... are actually the same as yours.”

Airwen reached out and suddenly gripped the Sacred Tree leaf in her hand. Her tone hardened to absolute resolve, without compromise, as if speaking from the depths of her soul.

The most sincere words, without a trace of falsehood.

“I want to...”

Because of that, Lin Guang’s eyes involuntarily widened when he heard the sentence.

“To become a truly magical girl.”

As she spoke, the Sacred Tree leaf in her hand turned into a point of light.

Then—

Golden motes of light sprang from her palm and swirled around her, as if draping a golden garment over her.

At the same time,

Amber on the second floor was surrounded by the same golden motes, brightening the dim hallway.

The Phoenix at the door did the same.

As the bird flew, the golden radiance covered that red, beautiful form, fully revealing the posture of a mythic creature and making the magical girls below show expressions of astonished admiration.

But Lin Guang noticed something else.

With the Precision Operation Engine’s augmentation—granting him arguably the world’s keenest magical perception—Airwen, Amber, and the Phoenix’s souls seemed to be suffused with a layer of golden radiance.

It was the Sacred Tree.

So familiar, unbearably familiar—the exact brilliance that had only ever shone when holding a Sacred Tree leaf or receiving the Sacred Tree’s blessing.

At this moment, the invisible fluctuations around Phoenix, Amber, and Airwen seemed to link completely, and a strange surge of power quietly began to emerge.

The Sacred Tree’s duplicate, the small tree on the Association’s first floor that had been emitting a soft glow, brightened again.

The fusion between the Sacred Tree and that largest Fragments of Hope piece seemed to have reached its limit.

Along with the fluctuations emanating from the three, the same undulation rose from the small tree and quickly evolved on the magical plane into a massive, heartbeat-like throbbing.

As if some grand thing, long sealed and dormant, was waking up.

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