My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

The lead magical girl with orange hair held the microphone, her voice carrying through the sounds of synthesizers, guitars, drums, and bass.

—It was rock.

To the average person, a girl and rock music seemed like an unlikely combination, but at that moment, their expressions and singing were enough to make people feel the overflowing youth radiating from them.

At the very edge of the band, the girl wearing a silver spirit outfit lowered her head, her expression focused as she plucked at the bass in her hands. Her movements weren’t as flamboyant as the other girls’, but that earnest intensity was impossible to miss.

“……”

The videotape quickly ended.

The instruments that had been sitting idle for who knows how long began to vibrate faintly from the resonance of the music being played, as if responding in kind.

And in the group photo beside her, Airwen’s figure remained there, her eyes serious.

She was a Second Generation Magical Girl.

The group photo of the Third Generation Magical Girls appeared very demure. It was taken in the third generation’s rest area, with the decorations even kept in their original state.

Airwen’s aura blended in harmoniously, but her eyes no longer held that pure silver from the beginning; they had been tinged with a hint of dimness.

She was a Third Generation Magical Girl.

………

The girls sat together on the sofa, their laughter and cheerful voices seeming to transcend the barriers of time and space.

Airwen’s phantom sat quietly on a single sofa in the corner, holding a cup of black tea, listening silently to the others’ conversations. Occasionally, the corners of her mouth would lift slightly, revealing a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

It was a kind of gentle, yet genuinely existing warmth.

But her silver pupils had already grown dim and lusterless, mostly taken over by black.

She was a Fourth Generation Magical Girl.

……………

From the fourth floor onward, there were no large rest areas.

But that didn’t mean the silver-haired girl didn’t exist in others’ memories.

Starting from the Fifth Generation, magical girls rarely engaged in group activities. Only those who decided to investigate the Outer Realm would leave behind proof of their existence before setting off.

Therefore, they would reserve a room of their own at headquarters.

The next moment, Amber led Lin Guang and Phoenix to the door of a certain room.

The door opened automatically.

It was a very ordinary girl’s bedroom—clean and tidy, decorated with some books and dolls.

On the desk, in a photo frame that originally only held a family picture, a new photo had suddenly appeared.

The photo seemed to have been taken at an amusement park.

Airwen was being surrounded by several Fifth Generation girls, an arm slung over her shoulder, holding a five-scoop ice cream cone in her hand.

Her expression was blank, simply letting them cling to her.

And in Airwen’s eyes, there was hardly any silver left. The remaining deep black was like a black hole devouring everything.

She was a Fifth Generation Magical Girl.

“…There are no more photos.”

Amber said softly: “This is the last one I could replicate.”

“After that, she locked down everything related to herself very tightly, sealing it with permissions. Even I can’t see it anymore.”

“……”

Lin Guang reached out and rubbed the edge of the photo frame, her eyes lowered, gazing at the expressionless Airwen in the picture.

She was the First Generation Magical Girl.

And also every generation of magical girls that followed.

Those magical girls who had passed away—Phoenix and Amber had done their best to preserve proof of their existence for all of them.

But… it was only Airwen whom no one ever remembered.

To become the Guide for every generation of magical girls, she naturally had to erase her traces from past history and insert her existence into the current generation of magical girls.

“In this Kazenari Town, every magical girl has her own reason for becoming one and persisting.”

Amber’s voice was very soft, yet not a single word could be missed: “All those who pass L Corp’s screening and are placed into this Utopia disguised as a normal project are unfortunate girls from the outside world.”

“Even though they are given false identities and memories in this world, the reasons for becoming magical girls mostly relate to their most deeply etched memories from the outside.”

“Some want to run through the world with fully functional limbs, some want to become stars under the spotlight of millions, some hope to protect those important to them… many, many reasons, each different.”

“In every generation, the Prophecy Maiden and the other magical girls are gathered by Airwen for their respective goals, grow, bloom, gradually become stronger, and then set off on the journey to find the Fragments of Hope.”

“Even if they bloom, burn, and eventually fade away time and again, they at least falsely obtain what they dreamed of in the outside world and gain some comfort—including me and Phoenix.”

Amber whispered: “Only she is different.”

“She just wanted to get out. She wanted to get out no matter what, to return to that real world.”

“Airwen probably feels… remembering these things makes her very exhausted.”

“Everything we’ve done, bringing those old phantoms back to life, might be a burden to her.”

“Counting this time, this is already the three thousand three hundred and thirty-second cycle. The longest lasted only two months, the shortest just over ten days. But added up, it’s already been nearly three hundred years.”

“So… she should have already completely closed off her heart.”

Lin Guang was speechless.

Three hundred years.

In works that take time as their theme, three hundred years might seem insignificant—just a fleeting moment in the lives of long-lived beings, time easily consumed in a single seclusion session.

But when this period was truly placed before her, accompanied by countless joys and sorrows within it, that weight and vicissitude were felt.

And then that loneliness and suffocation came rushing at her.

“……”

Outside, there was a faint, subtle sound—the gentle breeze of Kazenari Town brushing through the leaves, producing a rustling noise.

What was Airwen’s reason for persisting?

She had never told anyone.

What Phoenix and Amber could see was only her eyes gradually dimming, turning from silver to black.

She hadn’t always been this cold, nor had she always been this silent.

Perhaps she once cried out, but she gradually lost her voice.

Perhaps she once wept, but she gradually ran out of tears.

Three thousand three hundred and thirty-two cycles, nearly three hundred years.

In such a long stretch of time, she had actually been living this kind of life all along.

Almost no companion remembered her past, and no one remembered all her efforts in every cycle out in the Outer Realm. She just repeated the process of meeting and saying goodbye to other magical girls over and over again.

From that cycle when Lin Guang first met Airwen, every first night was a night she spent alone.

In every silent, solitary night, did she ponder how to play the part of each generation’s magical girl?

Did she recall the unforgettable experiences shared with her companions?

Lin Guang said nothing, only gently lowered her cherry-red eyes.

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