My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

She wore long sakura-red hair, a white shirt that seemed intended to prove her maturity, black hot pants, and those little height-adding leather shoes.

Honestly, from Tang Keren’s perspective as a former idol trainee, it didn’t suit her temperament very well.

She really was very pretty, like a doll, just a little timid, with a flat chest—she’d look much better in cute styles.

But under the sunlight, those sakura-red eyes and hair, the Soul Gem at her chest, and that bright smile shone so vividly, as if there were no shadows at all. It was so bright it nearly etched Tang Keren and Zihan into memory.

In truth, besides that, their first cycle together hadn’t involved anything particularly special; compared to many later first meetings, it wasn’t that different.

And as a magical girl, that girl was a bit clumsy—her limbs and the way she channeled magic weren’t very coordinated. When danger came she’d flail and shout, “I’ll fight with you!” and swing her staff around wildly.

So every time they took turns playing the red-and-white roles, keeping her from joining expeditions to the Outer Realm, trying to force her to stay inside and attend school, to keep her out of danger.

She would always be resentful, puffing out her cheeks like a goldfish, then run off by herself to search for Fragments of Hope.

And so the world repeated, little by little.

At some point, time in this false world began to make small, gradual forward steps.

On the Association’s sixth floor, videotapes in the girls’ rooms multiplied.

All kinds of mementos of memories in Tang Keren and Zihan’s rooms began to slowly accumulate too.

Thus, although the girls only had the first day’s free time in each cycle, parts of those memories were increasingly preserved by Phoenix and Amber, becoming the false-but-real memories reinjected every time the cycle reset.

Memories of shopping and going to the movies together.

Memories of eating sweets together.

Memories of rehearsing, singing for one another, recording those moments.

And…

Memories of sharing dreams together.

“My dream… besides becoming a singer, is to become a true magical girl, hehe.”

“What are you saying, idiot? You can already transform, you’re just a little weak.”

“Tangtang, saying that about Mengmengxiang like that is kind of mean…”

—Until one day, she disappeared from this world.

No matter how she and Zihan searched, they could not find her again.

Her door was left open, which meant her contract with the Sacred Tree had been severed, leaving only the videotapes that once proved she existed.

Until later…

Not long after the Prophecy Maiden named Su Fang arrived in this world, she returned again.

Only she had forgotten everything that had happened between them.

……………

In the tea room.

The black-haired girl and the purple-haired girl blinked and came back to their senses.

They remembered those past events.

Each face in those memories was so clear, as if they matched perfectly with the quiet girl sitting opposite them.

Only… it felt both the same and not the same.

The past memories seemed split into two equally long halves by hundreds of cycles, as if Eternal Recurrence’s ring had been cleaved down the middle, mercilessly separating her existence.

One half was the past Mengmengxiang.

Back then she had been far from so strong. Her Soul Gem radiated brilliance; she was the cute, goldfish-like girl who loved singing and sweets, forgot her troubles quickly, timid yet resilient.

So in her transformation incantation she would pray for courage to arrive, naive and optimistic.

The other half was the present Mengmengxiang.

She was taciturn; her Soul Gem had dimmed and shattered. She never cried out in pain, repeatedly stood in front of everyone to block harm, fought with every ounce of her strength, constantly surpassing herself through cycles, her will like that of a perfect warrior—unbreakable.

So her transformation chant had become nothing but endless fighting spirit and the obsession of burning herself out like a sacred flame.

Is this really the same person?

Or… like those predecessors, is she merely an ambiguous remnant?

After learning everything, including the truth in Airwen’s room, what Airwen could sense, they could naturally deduce.

An opened room didn’t simply mean a temporary “death” in this cycle; it meant the soul had been burned out completely, severed from the Sacred Tree, leaving no trace. Such a magical girl should not even exist as a corresponding witch in the Outer Realm.

To those who knew the truth…

This sakura-haired girl might truly be nothing more than a bug-like phenomenon produced by Utopia after countless causal accumulations—an entity that had escaped both Sacred Tree and Abyss control and gained free will: a witch.

Originating from Mengmengxiang, yet like an insect that has metamorphosed into a butterfly—an independent individual.

Even memory might not exist, leaving only ambiguous fragments.

So can she still be considered Mengmengxiang?

Or is she a demon beast that stole Mengmengxiang’s identity, body, obsession, and dream?

At this moment,

The girl they stared at sat quietly in her chair. Her sakura-red eyes lowered slightly, gaze settling on the finely grained white round table before her.

She seemed to know what they were thinking, waiting for their final answer.

“……”

Tang Keren looked at the girl, still silent as ever and holding Su Fang’s hand, and said softly, “Why didn’t you hide it from us?”

“You actually had the chance, didn’t you? Those two would definitely have agreed for you.”

The sakura-red girl didn’t speak.

Perhaps she felt guilty, or perhaps she thought no explanation was necessary.

The black-haired girl stood and walked expressionlessly to her, and Zihan silently followed.

Under their top-down gazes, Lin Guang only lowered his eyes.

—There was indeed an opportunity to conceal it, but she didn’t choose to have Amber do so.

Perhaps concealment would have been the rational choice.

But after long reflection on everything experienced during this S-Rank Trial, and after talking with Phoenix and Amber, Lin Guang ultimately chose to have Amber reveal everything.

Although she could not say exactly why, she simply felt she should do so.

Yet the cost of doing that was that the atmosphere now entered a realm this high-level player was completely unfamiliar with.

Faced with the demon beast army surging from the Outer Realm, Lin Guang could instantly design dozens of solo escape-and-kill methods, and if the issue were doubts about abilities, she could invent countless ways to prove herself.

But right now, under their stares, Lin Guang could only remain silent.

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