My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

“This is a combat-type spell.”

“In other words, as the only one among us three who can go out into the Outer Realm alongside the previous magical girls to fight and guide them, Airwen naturally carries the responsibility of doing so.”

Phoenix spoke softly: “So later on, Amber and I stayed inside the Sacred Tree, while she took charge of guiding generation after generation of magical girls in their Outer Realm explorations.”

“She really… saw countless things we never could, and endured pain we never experienced, until she became what she is today, step by step.”

“What Airwen said… maybe from her perspective, it really was right.”

Lin Guang tilted his head slightly, looking at Phoenix on his shoulder.

This fiery-red bird, with those golden eyes, now carried emotions that were indescribably complex and hard to read.

As companions who had worked with Airwen for so long, the only two who knew the truth, their actions had been called childish games and escapism in Airwen’s words.

But from what he had just heard in their conversation, Lin Guang could sense they weren’t the kind of people who numbed themselves that way.

“We don’t have the right to judge whether all this is meaningful for you either.”

“So come see for yourself—the world through Airwen’s eyes, and through ours.”

“Or rather, the world we shaped with our own hands.”

Phoenix raised a wing, pointing toward the stairs leading to the second floor.

Amber made a “please” gesture, then took the lead, striding toward the upper floor.

Tap.

Aside from the sounds of Lin Guang’s black leather shoes and Amber’s high heels stepping on the second floor’s wooden floorboards, there was no other noise here—only a faint sense of sorrow and solemnity.

“We probably haven’t told you this yet.”

Phoenix’s voice broke the silence: “What Kazenari Town’s history really is.”

“Actually, in essence, as a false world trapped in endless cycles, there is no such thing as history here.”

“……”

Lin Guang was slightly stunned.

—Right.

She had been puzzled by this question for a long time now.

If this world was endlessly repeating, with each cycle lasting only half a month to two months before resetting, and so-called [history] and [memory] were merely illusions temporarily constructed before each cycle began.

Logically, it should have reset everything each time, just like in games such as *Chrono ○ Cross*, *Remnant○*, or *Edge of ○*.

Then why could the magical girls of the past still retain traces of their existence, not forgotten by later generations, and even produce beings like the [false echoes] Airwen had mentioned?

Phoenix explained: “Actually, under normal circumstances, each cycle would reset back to the very beginning. Aside from the gathered Fragments of Hope, nothing else would be left behind.”

“And when a magical girl’s soul wears past a certain limit and disappears from the town in a given cycle, her existence is forgotten by this world.”

Amber said softly: “That way, people would no longer remember that such a magical girl existed, nor would they remember all her efforts.”

“Even if the Fragments of Hope she collected helped make this illusory town better, the people reborn with each cycle’s reset would only think… the town was always like this, and the Sacred Tree had always possessed those Fragments of Hope.”

“According to this world’s operating logic, every generation of magical girls would believe themselves to be the first generation.”

Phoenix sighed: “Although magical girls can indeed transcend this cycle a little, carrying their growth into the next cycle, proving that change does exist…”

“But the magnitude is actually very small. If no one interferes, under the world’s corrective force, it’s no more than a grain of sand.”

“If left to nature, no one would know about the efforts of previous magical girls. Even the same magical girl’s past efforts would be buried by the cycles, and even she herself would forget it completely.”

“But we… didn’t want that.” Phoenix said, her voice faint.

“They were all girls we watched grow up with our own eyes—their joys and sorrows, their growth, their friendships, their passing…”

“If we forgot, then nothing would be left.”

“……”

“So Amber and I came up with a solution.”

Her gaze fixed on the door ahead, which represented a replica of the first and second generation’s rest rooms, and she said softly:

“Using the Sacred Tree’s traits, we forcefully created an anchor point for saving data.”

“At first, it was just one or two activity rooms. Then it became this building, including every magical girl’s room within it.”

“These countless cycles are like a river that loops back on itself, head meeting tail.”

“And this Happiness Peace Committee is the reef that Phoenix and I worked hard to build in the uppermost reaches of that river, using many, many grains of sand.”

“Because of our authority, the world’s reset can’t wash it away. So the water flowing against it instead takes on different shapes due to the resistance.”

Phoenix rubbed Lin Guang’s face with her wing.

“If you go out into the Outer Realm alone in this cycle, come back, record some unforgettable moments on video, and place it in your room…”

“Then Amber, who has the authority, would remember that event.”

“And as long as she ‘remembers,’ she can do many things.”

“Because Amber’s spell is [Memory].”

“As for the specifics, let her explain it to you.”

With that, Phoenix turned her gaze toward Amber, clearly expecting her to take over.

“Mm…”

Amber raised her right hand, drew a circle in the air with her index finger, then traced an arc: “Whoosh, and then hey—whoosh-hey. Something like that?”

“Ah, she’s acting up again.” Phoenix slapped her forehead with a wing.

“Ahaha… explaining it with words might be a little complicated.”

Amber pressed her index finger against her cheek, looking a bit troubled: “After all, magical girls are very idealistic. If the mood is right, I might be able to use any ability related to memory… eheh?”

“Eheh my ass!”

Seeing Amber stick out her tongue and act cute, Phoenix rolled her eyes slightly and continued to explain: “Just understand it simply as her being able to remember everything completely in that process, making it easy to replicate.”

“Anyway, with the joint efforts of the two of us, we can exert some influence on the cycle’s starting point—that is, the ‘reconstruction’ after the world returns to nothing.”

She let out a soft sigh: “Although the headquarters is also erased by the world’s reset each time, at that very moment when a new cycle begins, under our combined operations, this building gets constructed earlier than anything else.”

“Along with everything inside it, every single memory.”

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