My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

However…

Despite her pouty complaints.

Ziyun’s body, obediently honest, walked over and planted herself in front of Zihan, letting her sister do as she pleased.

Zihan watched her sister’s adorable act of saying one thing but meaning another, a deeper smile blossoming in her eyes.

She gently wrapped the scarf around Ziyun’s neck, carefully smoothing out the folds along the edges.

“All right, now your magic power won’t be sealed when you go out.”

Zihan inspected her handiwork with satisfaction.

However.

As she lowered her head, her gaze casually swept over the book opened on the tea table…

On the pages, the so-called “self-made scripts and magic arrays” she had casually invented in this world to build her occult best-selling novels stood out with surprising clarity in the sunlight.

“……”

“Sister, what’s wrong?”

Ziyun’s slightly hesitant call sounded suddenly.

In that instant, the call from her sister, combined with an overwhelming sense of dissonance that surged up, broke through some kind of lock.

Zihan’s left pupil contracted sharply, the tenderness in her eyes instantly replaced by an extremely sharp expression.

She yanked her hand back, her body involuntarily stepping backward, her spine instantly taut.

“Airwen!”

Zihan sprang to her feet, staring fixedly at empty air, shouting fiercely, “You think you can deceive my eye that sees through reality with such illusory dreams?!”

“If I cannot see through such illusions, then I am unworthy of the name Hermit’s Purple!”

This sudden roar sounded especially jarring in the tranquil villa.

Ziyun, standing close by, was startled.

“Sister? What’s wrong? Who are you talking to? What dream?”

“Is this a new setting?”

Seeing her younger sister’s worried face, Zihan’s heart clenched painfully.

— Ziyun…

At that moment.

Airwen’s voice sounded deep inside Zihan’s mind, like a narrator.

[This is not an illusion I constructed.]

[This is the world your heart most yearns for, a world you built yourself, a world that can make you happy.]

[So here there are no indifferent relatives who treat you like trash, and no Abyss or demon beasts.]

[You will have the wealth, family affection, and friendship you desire, a gentle and steady daily life.]

Airwen spoke calmly.

“Shut up…”

Zihan ground her teeth, looking at the lively girl before her, her voice trembling as she still argued:

“Illusion is still illusion! These fabricated phantoms cannot fill the emptiness of the soul. They are merely the false images you weave!”

[But…this is exactly the world you wanted to drown in when you first came to this place.]

Zihan’s fist tightened suddenly.

— For this sentence alone, she could not argue.

In the past, when her mind was on the verge of collapse, she had wanted to enter Utopia.

What she had wanted then was precisely such a world, nothing more.

And even now, she had to admit…

This world did make her want to become immersed in it.

Airwen’s voice remained composed.

[I admit, I cannot make your sister enter this world with you, and letting her in would only harm her.]

[However…though the world is false, they are real.]

[If you agree, they will also gain happiness with you in this world.]

[No cycles, you can live a lifetime in peace and joy.]

[Fulfilling the wish you had when you first entered this world is all I can do for you now.]

“……”

Zihan lowered her head to look at Lu Ziyun, who was gripping her arm tightly, worry piled in her eyes.

Feeling the real warmth coming from her arm, Zihan’s clenched fists trembled slightly, the refusal she had used to sever all illusions stuck in her throat.

What Airwen said was true.

There was not a shred of falsehood, only sincerity.

——————————————————

The sizzle of eggs came from the kitchen, and the aroma of bacon had already begun to spread.

“Su Fang? Get up, breakfast is ready!”

Mother Mogong Ma’s lively voice came from downstairs, penetrating the half-closed bedroom door.

Su Fang opened her sleepy eyes, sat up from the soft bedding.

— It’s been so long since I slept in my own bed at home, it feels so unfamiliar.

“…”

She slipped into her bunny slippers and hurried into the washroom, washing her face with warm water to clear the remaining sleepiness, then went downstairs.

“Whew—good morning.”

At the kitchen counter, Mogong Ma was placing golden-fried sunny-side-up eggs onto delicate porcelain plates.

At the dining table, Su Jingyan held a steaming cup of black coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other.

“Aren’t you going to work today, Dad?”

Su Jingyan took a sip of coffee, his expression calm but caring. “You’ve been out camping for days this month to shoot the stars.”

“Plus, school starts next week. If I’m still pulling overtime at the company, that would be irresponsible.”

“Heh heh.”

Su Fang grinned mischievously, pulled out a chair, and sat down at the table.

“I’m digging in!”

She took a big bite of her favorite bacon sandwich, a warm satisfaction swelling in her chest.

For some reason, Su Fang paused and looked around.

Every corner of the apartment was filled with signs of life, photos framed beautifully everywhere.

They were the little moments she had captured with her camera, including group photos with her three close friends.

“What are you spacing out for, our little photographer?”

Mogong Ma carried a plate to the table and gave Su Fang a gentle tap on the head, scolding playfully.

“Hurry up and eat. Aren’t you going out with Mengmengxiang and the others later? I’ll have your dad drive you.”

Su Jingyan turned a page of the newspaper and said casually, “You’ve won so many awards in all those photography contests, yet you still like to go to those theme parks?”

Su Fang rubbed the tapped spot on her head, stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly.

“You still dare say that to Su Fang?”

Mogong Ma rolled her eyes at him. “How old are you? Isn’t the game you’ve been making based on that same theme? A homebody acting high and mighty.”

“When I first met you, weren’t you cosplaying that original Light…”

Then she saw Mogong Ma smiling but with a fist clenched.

— Iron-fist warning one time!

Su Jingyan immediately backpedaled and laughed awkwardly:

“Well, the script for the project we’re developing this time is really great. Once inspiration hits, I can’t stop. It’s a masterpiece I poured my heart into.”

“By the way…”

He turned to the girl and asked casually, “Su Fang, if you had the chance, would you want to become a magical girl?”

“………”

Su Fang’s chewing motion froze abruptly.

To become…a magical girl?

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