My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Her roar spread out with magic power, yet carried a barely concealed tremor:

"You knew from the very beginning that I also had memories spanning beyond the cycles, so why did you keep protecting me over and over?! Is dying so many times fun?! Doesn't it hurt?!"

She suddenly lunged, her entire body trailing an afterimage as she pounced at Lin Guang. Her black sword and silver sword energy wove into a chaotic web, each strike laden with immense magic power and [Truth].

Silver light and flames shot up into the sky once again, like swirling vortexes intertwined.

Only...

Every single strike somehow veered away from the vital spots of the crimson magical girl before her, merely deflecting her weapon, nothing more.

"Don't you remember all the vicious, unforgivable things I said to you before?! When I told you to die, did you forget?!"

"I was using you from the very start! Using you to help them grow! Using you to gather the Fragments of Hope!!"

"So—"

"Go protect the people you should protect, love the people worth loving, and obtain the happiness you and they deserve!"

She rasped, "A meaningless phantom like me isn't even worth remembering for a single second!"

"Are you going to destroy everyone's happiness for a wretched, unforgivable wretch like me?!"

The crimson girl did not answer. Yet in those eyes that burned fiercely—that same stubbornness as always—made her unable to hold back a daze.

Airwen's pitch-black eyes beneath her mask trembled violently.

An indescribable feeling washed over her once again.

A certain stirring that had risen in her heart from sixty cycles ago, the very first time she had seen that look.

It was...

Like recognizing a fellow sufferer.

Have you ever silently observed someone in a crowd?

Watching her think alone, train alone in ways no one understood, face a world that reset time and again, alone, having forgotten all her friends.

To be honest, that kind of life was utterly boring—nothing more than endlessly repeating the same events and dying in every imaginable way.

Yet she still maintained that expressionless attitude.

Would it kill her to cry once in a while?

Couldn't she go crazy for one cycle, vent with Phoenix for a bit? Take a break, cry in Amber's arms for a moment?

But...

She didn't. Like a hard, unchanging, uncompromising stone.

Watching her, Airwen felt like she was looking at herself.

Because the observer and the observed were equally lonely.

They were both living under someone else's identity, both shadows of another person.

But she was also very different from herself.

She was far braver, far more determined, and never stopped no matter how hopeless the future she saw.

Nor did she refuse anyone's affection out of fear of loss, like she herself did.

And she hadn't yet done anything wrong, hadn't committed any irreversible mistakes.

So...

—You can, and you must, find happiness.

—As Airwen, my final wish is for you to also find happiness in this beautiful dream.

But...

"Why do you keep throwing yourself in front of me?!"

"Why do you keep forcing yourself to sacrifice?!"

"I'm just a counterfeit that shouldn't exist, so why—"

The black sword and staff clashed once more, the impact of magic power sending up a massive wave.

At that moment, the crimson magical girl finally spoke again.

"You already know the reason."

"…!"

"I..."

That was a sentence Airwen knew so well that she heard it an average of four or five times every single cycle, until her ears were practically calloused from it.

"Will become a true magical girl."

The next instant, a violent roar erupted from where the two were locked in battle.

A massive explosion of flames spread outward, accompanied by music surging to its peak. The eroded area at the base of the Sacred Tree was flooded with countless crimson flames, blooming like red lotuses.

The silver-black figure retreated like a ghost, the cracks on her mask widening further, revealing one of her pitch-black right eyes.

But that eye was no longer dead and hollow; her chest heaved with excitement, "Don't you get it yet?! There has never been a way out of this world from beginning to end! Hope doesn't even exist!"

"So we can never become true—"

Crack.

A blue radiance shot forth once again, striking Airwen on the shoulder.

Azure ripples spread out. Though they didn't break through her spirit outfit's barrier, it seemed to make her stumble for an instant.

"It's not about getting out!"

Su Fang pulled the trigger again in the sky, her voice choked with sobs: "Senior Airwen, don't you understand yet?"

"When Senior Mengmengxiang always says 'becoming a true magical girl,' it was never about escaping!"

"Why do you think she's always charging at the front?! Why does she always protect us?!"

"Why can't you see it even now?!"

"…!!"

Airwen was stunned for a moment.

—It was never about getting out?

Then what was...

"Helping each other with your companions!"

"Stepping up when faced with difficulties!"

"Never giving up on anyone!"

"Always carrying love and hope in your heart!"

Su Fang shouted through her tears, "A true magical girl is exactly that kind of existence!"

In that instant, Airwen felt as if struck by lightning. Even her movements became noticeably sluggish.

So from the very beginning, that was why she kept...

"Like hell I will! Let me enjoy happiness while stepping on your sacrifices?!"

Tang Keren's tears were also unstoppable. Her ten fingers slammed down on the Enter key as countless giant pink meteors crashed down. "Who would agree to such disgusting things?!"

"Your sins, naturally, shall be borne together by us, your companions!"

Zihan swung her massive scythe once more, her golden magic eye firmly locked onto the fatal line, slashing diagonally at Airwen's escape route. "You have remembered all the previous magical girls..."

"Then this time, let us remember you!"

Airwen swung her sword, detonating the meteors, phased to dodge the sniper beam, and barely parried Zihan's scythe.

The [Sparkle Value] above the four magical girls' heads began to surge rapidly.

Her movements remained fierce, but her rhythm had become chaotic.

And Lin Guang's words struck again along with the assault.

"I'm different from you."

At this moment, her Sparkle Value was skyrocketing toward full at a visible rate.

"What's false and real, what's true or fake about my identity, who I am, where I came from—none of these are problems."

"I've already overcome that level of despair long ago."

As if reading Airwen's emotions, Lin Guang spoke calmly.

—Because... a true high-end player only enjoys the game and does what they want.

"…!!"

The next instant, using the point of impact between their weapons as leverage, Lin Guang violently forced Airwen's black sword away. "So, I never bother thinking about such meaningless things!"

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