My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

After finishing the meal Xia Yao had ordered and taking a short rest, Lin Guang picked up the phone and dialed a number.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

Lin Guang said flatly, “I can come today. I’ve got plenty of time.”

The voice on the other end of the line sounded quite surprised and delighted.

“Okay.”

“Notify whoever can make time. Tell them to come.”

After hanging up, Lin Guang put on his clothes and headed out the door.

Under the sunlight filtering through the trees, Lin Guang walked out of the residential complex, hopped onto his silver bicycle, and merged into the flow of traffic winding through the city’s streets and alleys.

—Originally, in his planned schedule, even if he had to go out during this period, it would only be to buy groceries to prevent the awkward situation of running out of food halfway through a gaming session. Aside from that, he hadn’t planned on doing anything else.

But since he had now officially crossed into the E-rank and seen a whole new world, that was a different story altogether.

Along the way, a silver bicycle darted through the streets and alleys at an astonishing speed, leaving behind a meteor-like trail in the eyes of many drivers and pedestrians.

The meteor raced all the way toward the southern part of the city, eventually stopping in front of a building that looked ancient and elegant.

The building was exquisitely renovated, with a classical exterior but modern interior decoration, giving off a vibe of old architecture blended with the contemporary. From inside, one could even hear the heavy grunts and the clashing sounds of weapons.

On the plaque above the door, seven bold characters were written in a flowing, dragon-like script.

Wind Capital Youth Palace Sword Hall.

Without any hesitation, Lin Guang carried his bicycle straight through the door, placed it openly in the corner of the lobby, and walked toward the interior of the venue under the reverent gazes of the disciples at the entrance.

Back when he had just started high school and had already honed his physique to a considerable level, in order to verify whether supernatural power existed in this world, Lin Guang had used his accumulated funds and private connections to do something rather crazy.

He had visited almost every well-known martial arts school in Wind Capital, big and small.

Of course, not to visit—but to challenge.

Relying on a physique and reaction speed far beyond his peers, he had, under the guise of “sparring,” amicably but dominantly swept through most of the fellow trainees, even forcing many coaches to personally step into the ring.

At the time, the talent he displayed had astonished many school owners, who eagerly extended olive branches, wanting to take him on as their closed-door disciple.

But Lin Guang would only ask one question at every martial arts school:

“If I train to the peak here, can I shoot out energy waves or fly on a sword?”

The answer he got was always no.

After confirming that none of these schools had any trace of supernatural power, Lin Guang unreservedly declined all the invitations.

Until he came to this weapons combat school called “Wind Capital Youth Palace Sword Hall.”

This was an additional sword hall expanded from the Wind Capital Youth Palace. The owner had originally held classes inside the Youth Palace itself, but because the business grew more and more prosperous—even adults wanted to learn—he simply moved the school a few hundred meters away from the Youth Palace, still keeping its name.

There were three reasons he stayed here.

First.

In normal cold-weapon combat, swords and blades weren’t actually among the most practical weapons.

But in those supernatural works, swords and blades were the most popular.

In other words, if supernatural power really existed in this world, following this path would increase the chances of discovering it. It was also a way to lay the groundwork early.

This was recorded in… well, in countless places.

Second, the owner here, Master Chu, was pretty “savvy.”

Master Chu was not only a genuine expert with real skill but also someone who valued talent like his own life. He didn’t just teach half-baked stuff to kids.

After witnessing Lin Guang’s talent, he not only waived his tuition fees but also proactively offered to cover the costs of Lin Guang’s expensive training equipment wear and tear and nutritional supplements.

Later, he even directly hired Lin Guang to come once a week as a “special assistant instructor” to guide newcomers, with an hourly wage of five hundred yuan.

For Lin Guang, this was basically a heaven of getting paid to level up.

Third, and most importantly—the people here also got along pretty well with Lin Guang.

It was a simple logic.

Since Lin Guang hated dating because of his personal interests, and even refused to quickly and pragmatically rake in money from Xia Yao, then of course he had his own likes and dislikes—he just didn’t show them in the way ordinary people were familiar with.

Relatively speaking, Wind Capital Youth Palace was a bit more interesting.

“Senior Brother!”

“Hello, Senior Brother!”

Just as he stepped into the training hall, several disciples who were sweating through their drills stopped their movements and bowed respectfully to Lin Guang.

And quite a few trainees with tall, well-proportioned builds—clearly seasoned practitioners—had looks of pure excitement in their eyes.

Lin Guang nodded slightly in acknowledgment and walked straight toward the changing room.

………

Two hours later.

Slap!

The wooden sword firmly parried another powerful, heavy wooden sword.

Slap!

The person who had swung the sword was knocked stumbling backward by the counterattack, landing on his butt, gasping for breath.

Lin Guang withdrew his wooden sword: “Your left and right shoulder strength is unbalanced. Your left hand’s endurance is clearly stronger than your right. In sustained fights, you subconsciously rely on it, making your sword path increasingly crooked. Strengthen your targeted training. I’ll check next time I come.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Go rest. Next time, try switching to a lighter sword.”

“Yes, sir!!”

In the corner of the training hall, a new disciple who had just recently signed up and was still practicing his swings looked at the veteran disciple stepping up for his turn with an expression of disbelief.

—Those tall senior brothers in protective gear took turns going up, and every move they made was fierce and aggressive, cutting through the air with a whistling sound.

Yet the equally tall young man before them wasn’t wearing any protective gear at all. He simply stood there with one sword, blocking all their attacks, and then sent them spinning like tops with his counterstrikes.

And it wasn’t just one of them.

He was the one turning everyone who came to seek guidance into spinning tops, all while remaining completely at ease and unhurried from start to finish.

The young new disciple couldn’t help but elbow the veteran disciple who was guiding his movements and whispered in a low voice:

“Senior Brother, who is that guy? He’s way too strong.”

“Of course he’s strong.” The veteran disciple wiped his protective gear while lowering his voice, a hint of reverence and envy in his tone. “That’s the senior brother of our Wind Capital Youth Palace Sword Hall.”

“No wonder, no wonder.”

The new disciple’s expression shifted from surprise to sudden realization, then turned into one of admiration: “Senior Brother is right.”

The veteran disciple said with emotion, “Even the owner himself said that in a while, he probably won’t be a match for Senior Brother anymore.”

“Wow…”

The veteran disciple looked at the other’s moved expression and suddenly revealed a thoughtful look. “But come to think of it, Senior Brother does seem especially impressive today. And he’s talking more too—giving detailed pointers to everyone.”

Just as the two were whispering to each other, a man in a dark blue kendo uniform had already walked to the center of the training hall.

He was a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned build, exuding explosive power with every movement.

Several veteran disciples who were about to step forward, eager and restless, immediately showed respectful expressions.

That was the owner, Master Chu.

Normally, he wouldn’t cut in while Lin Guang was guiding others, because that meant Lin Guang had already expended some of his energy, making a fight unfair.

But today, he really couldn’t help his excitement at seeing such skill.

“You’ve improved again.”

---

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!