My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

However, at the very moment her toe was about to cross that boundary between light and shadow,

the girl's step suddenly stopped.

The little black leather shoe remained planted where it was.

—Perfect.

There wasn't a single regret, not the slightest pain.

It was so flawless it felt weightless, making her inexplicably feel that it was unreal.

As if, with just a gentle poke, everything before her would shatter like a brilliant soap bubble.

"......!"

that overwhelmingly unreal, discordant sensation finally exploded fully in her mind.

The next moment, Tang Keren's body went rigid, and the dazed look in her eyes shattered in a flash.

"Airwen..."

Ignoring the slightly stunned staff around her, Tang Keren glared at the scene before her that was indistinguishable from reality, her voice a little hoarse. "What exactly are you trying to do?!"

Such a realistic illusion would be flawless to most people, even to many transcendent beings, yet it could not trap a powerful magical girl who had once, through her own awakening, broken through life and death and successfully reached Full Bloom.

After hundreds of sealed cycles had been breached, it was already predetermined that Tang Keren could not be stopped by an illusion of this level.

—Is this Airwen's doing?

—Phoenix and Amber did say that reading and modifying memories and souls were among the most fundamental abilities in this world. She probably used that principle to manufacture this illusion.

—But...

In this moment, she did not know what to say.

Because everything before her truly set her heart trembling in an uncontrollable way.

Because she seemed to understand one thing.

[That's right. As you imagine, this world was created according to your inner expectations.]

Airwen's voice echoed deep within Tang Keren's mind, calm as before, carrying that familiar feeling Tang Keren knew so well.

[There is no barrier you must desperately guard, no Sacred Tree that needs restoration, and no endless Abyss creatures.]

Airwen's voice came like a soft whisper from afar.

[There is no war here, no harm. You will no longer recall the pain of being consumed by flames out in the outside world, losing your future.]

[All the bonds you cherish, the career you love, and the family who has always accompanied you are all whole and intact.]

[You can spend a happy, fulfilling life here, with no regrets.]

Tang Keren reflexively retorted, "But this is fake, they're fake too!"

She clenched her fists, ready to fiercely refute Airwen's sophistry and twisted logic.

But what met her was not denial, but a calm admission.

[Yes, your parents, and the vast majority of the audience, are fake.]

[Because they did not enter this world, I can only make them without flaws as much as possible.]

[But you cannot deny that you chose to enter Utopia precisely to escape that cruel outside world and start a new life.]

Airwen's words left her silent.

"........."

[I know you cannot let someone go.]

[But do not worry. If you nod, then they will also gain happiness here with you.]

Tang Keren blinked, eyes widening.

Airwen's voice continued:

[You will live together in this world.]

[Their happiness will include part of your happiness, and your happiness will likewise become part of theirs.]

[Since that is the case, I have no need to create false versions of them.]

[This is not a brief cycle. It is a long dream that can last until the end of your life.]

[Since you cannot leave no matter what... this is the best ending I can give you.]

[I'm sorry. This is all I can do.]

"......"

Tang Keren fell silent.

Because, by a magical girl's intuition, she could sense...

Airwen was not lying.

Not a trace of deceit.

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Outside the window.

The afternoon sun was bright and warm.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of freshly ground coffee, mingling with the scent of paper and ink.

The purple-haired girl blinked her left eye and suddenly came back to herself.

"…"

The eye patch still fit snugly over her right eye, and beneath her body was a soft surface.

A thought naturally surfaced in her mind.

The deadline for the next submission was two weeks away.

For a writer of her stature, taking a couple more days off could spark inspiration and lead to a higher-quality work...

Yes, exactly! So resting today is completely fine! She could feel no guilt about it!

Speaking of which... Tangtang and Mengmengxiang have truly been busy since they got famous. It's so hard to get everyone together for dinner at night. Su Fang, who has been shooting in the mountains lately, will also come.

Words can wait until tomorrow~

With that thought, the girl named Zihan's mouth curved up slightly, and memories of her past uncontrollably drifted into her mind.

She, her sister Ziyun, and Mengmengxiang grew up leaning on each other in the orphanage.

Later, they met the virtual idol Tang Keren and the girl-next-door photographer Su Fang.

Soon after, they became close friends.

The early days were admittedly a little harsh.

But later, with the mysterious studies she imagined in her head, she led a global occult trend, becoming famous with one book and instantly gaining both wealth and acclaim as a best-selling author.

Mengmengxiang and Tang Keren formed the most powerful virtual idol duo, and Su Fang kept diving into photography, winning domestic and international awards for her work.

One could say that although everyone's lives were busy, they were fulfilled and happy, steadily improving!

Zihan leaned back on the soft fabric sofa, then reached for a dark purple cashmere scarf at her side.

"Come here, Ziyun, my half-bodied wielder of thunder."

Zihan waved to the green-haired girl standing by the floor-to-ceiling window admiring the view, lifting the dark purple scarf with a mock-profound tone that couldn't hide her affection.

"The frosty breath of winter quietly approaches this realm. You'll be going out soon; put on this magical garment imbued with my protection."

Her sister, called Ziyun, turned around and revealed a cute, pretty face with two little buns on top of her head.

But when she saw the purple scarf with tassels in Zihan's hand, an awkward expression immediately crossed her small face.

"I won't wear that. Soft, fluffy things like that are for minions."

"If your magic circuits get eroded by that wicked cold and you can't use your spells, don't come crying."

"Poser!"

Ziyun puffed her adorable cheeks. "I am a mighty wielder of thunder; mere cold is nothing to me!"

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