My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

"…..."

This posture was practically riddled with openings.

The next moment.

The silver-haired girl gently lifted her head, as if sensing something, the bright silver pupils suddenly reflecting the shadow of a massive red bird.

Following that came magic power fluctuations so terrifying they defied description.

Screech—

Carrying the oppressive weight of an avalanche, a colossal avian Nightmare Seed dove down from the crimson sandstorm.

Its razor-sharp talons tore through the air, plunging straight toward the silver-haired girl below.

Yet, for some reason…

In those silver eyes, filled with confusion as if just waking from a dream, this mid-level Nightmare Seed seemed like…

An [Illusion].

The crimson storm engulfed the area, massive magic power fluctuations and resonance spread with the red radiance, and an icy sun blazed on the ground.

Boom—

The explosion echoed.

But the next moment, all these anomalies vanished abruptly, leaving only the silver-haired girl standing in place, head slightly lowered.

That ferocious giant bird might as well have never existed.

The girl stared at the fragment in her palm, exuding wisps of black Qi, her confusion deepening.

—It was like falling into a dream she could never wake from, yet also like she was about to awaken from the illusion that had deceived her for far too long.

The world had become utterly alien, surreal and grotesque.

Why?

Why could she sense the Fragment of Hope?

Why had it become so…

Pathetically weak?

Instinctively, the girl’s five fingers slightly curled, giving a gentle squeeze.

Ding—

The next instant.

The impurities on the surface of the jet-black fragment peeled away.

It transformed back into its radiant, flowing form and obediently sped off in the direction behind her.

The silver-haired girl withdrew her gaze and continued to step forward.

With each step, the desolate dunes and raging storms around her receded at a bizarre, rapid pace. In the blink of an eye, they vanished from her sight.

This completely surpassed conventional physical movement, yet it didn’t resemble the magic girls’ ability to break through space with magic power.

Rather than crossing distance, it was… as if it had been omitted.

Space was inexplicably ignored beneath her feet, as though the concept of distance itself never existed.

"…"

Airwen didn’t know what was happening to her.

She felt as if something inside her was beginning to awaken.

Her entire perspective had become drastically different.

What used to require traveling vast distances could now be covered so swiftly.

Like those omitted parts in an author’s story.

—Does a creator really need to know exactly how far their character walked or how much hardship they endured?

After all, those were merely things that could be skipped with a paragraph jump, a scene transition, a brief summary—nothing more.

They were all false, an [Illusion], things that never existed.

So, of course, they couldn’t block…

The existence of the [Truth].

As she walked, she gazed blankly at this world, so alien in her eyes.

And behind the path she had trodden.

The roiling black fog that filled the entire Outer Realm, along with the demon beasts, and even the vast Outer Realm itself, suddenly fell into a kind of inexplicable frenzy and agitation.

…

The piercing air-raid siren tore through the clouds, and the violent earthquake continued to oscillate between suppression and counterattack.

All millions of residents in the city were now mobilized, rushing in an orderly manner toward nearby underground shelters, following drills from the past.

The crowd surged like a tide, a cacophony of noise interweaving.

Even though these residents had undergone related safety training, panic and disarray were still hard to hide on their faces.

The scale of this event was just too enormous; the entire city seemed to be shaking violently, eroding the sense of security in people’s hearts along with it.

Magical Girl Association Building.

First Floor.

At this moment, the Phoenix hovered midair, her fiery red wings fully spread, the golden light on her body flickering on and off.

Not exactly easy, but not particularly strenuous either.

Because the third Fragment of Hope had already returned, greatly restoring the Sacred Tree’s power, so she was doing her best to quell all the tremors.

But that bird face had been looking extremely sour from a while ago.

Amber, standing nearby, looked at the real-time data on her phone and said softly:

"The city-wide alert has been issued, and the evacuation of the populace is very swift. About half have already safely reached the shelters."

The Phoenix gritted her teeth: "Where the hell has Airwen gone?"

"At a time like this, what is she doing?! Don’t tell me she’s really the one collecting the fragments!"

"Right now, she’s the only one with that ability!"

It wasn’t hard to understand.

Excluding Lin Guang, or rather Mengmengxiang, who was hard to categorize, the living people with complete souls in this world between reality and illusion…

Were Tang Keren, Zihan, Su Fang, the Phoenix, Amber, and Airwen, along with Su Fang’s father, now an Abyss-controlled puppet, Su Jingyan.

The first five were all within the Sacred Tree’s domain.

Su Jingyan, the designer of the entire world, had become an Abyss puppet, utterly incapable of purification or fragment collection.

So the only one who could possibly collect fragments was naturally Airwen, who was outside the Sacred Tree’s domain.

The Cherry-Haired Girl was silent for a moment, then voiced her doubt: "If Airwen is collecting the fragments like this, then what about the blessings and magic power growth that come with them…?"

According to the Phoenix and Amber’s explanations, the Prophecy Maiden of each generation, along with her companions who gathered the Fragments of Hope, grew not only through countless battles and cycles but also through the blessings obtained each time they collected a fragment—that was the most crucial part.

Just like how Airwen had refused to let Lin Guang join again, on the grounds that she wouldn’t share that portion of the blessing.

So… regardless of how Airwen was doing it, wasn’t her purpose in collecting the fragments now simply to monopolize the Sacred Tree’s blessing?

"That’s what I find strange."

"Essentially speaking, Airwen doesn’t even need the Sacred Tree’s blessing at all."

Lin Guang frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

The Phoenix sighed again: "The power fragments of the Sacred Tree are essentially the origin of this world, things that are more ‘real.’"

"The magic power in this world is actually a false thing… not entirely fake, I suppose. After all, the company invested countless precious resources into this project, and a massive amount of magic power was indeed injected into this world."

"But how should I put it?"

"Strictly speaking, it just feels like magic power, works like magic power, recovers like magic power—but it’s not actually magic power at all."

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