My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

The million citizens of Kazenari Town, and the magical girls of every generation, all erupted in hoarse, desperate shouts at the same moment.

Countless cries and prayers intertwined, crossing the barriers of dimensions along the stage, resounding in her ears.

Under everyone's gaze, that crimson figure gently beat her wings.

The pair of mismatched, asymmetrical wings burst forth with brilliant flame-light, like a banner unfurled.

She rose from the deepest depths of the Abyss and despair.

She tore her way out from the belly of the colossal beast of illusory, unwilling dreams.

She raised her blade, commanding iron wind, thunder, and fire, crossing three hundred years of time, surpassing three thousand three hundred and thirty-three cycles, charging toward the god in the sky.

And then,

A swing of the sword!

Fire and sword wavered not in the slightest, broke through the precipice, and drew close to that black-clad girl.

In that instant, the Witch King who represented Pride finally could no longer remain indifferent.

Within those black-hole-like pupils flickered a trace of surprise, and then she too raised her hand, casually meeting the attack with that black phantom sword.

And it was at this very moment.

Zihan, who had been cheering for Lin Guang all along, seemed to sense Lin Guang's intent. Her eyes flew wide open, she raised the great scythe in her hands, and golden light blazed in her right eye.

No words were needed, only the understanding that had long since soaked into their very bones.

Her voice was raw and tearing: "Soul... Release!"

A massive purple blade-mark slashed down upon the hilt of the phantom sword gripped in the Witch King's hand.

The very spot that represented the other's Soul Gem.

The next instant, the blade representing Truth collided.

Existence and nothingness, birth and extinction, despair and hope, Truth and falsehood intertwined, transforming into a sharp, fierce light beyond the power of language to describe.

............

The mental world that should have been untouchable by anyone.

Here, time and space had lost all meaning.

Here there was only a massive silver birdcage, its floor spread with red soft velvet. Beyond that, nothing else existed, only boundless darkness.

A silver bird was confined within the cage.

Actually, the bars of this birdcage were quite large, so large that the bird could easily leave.

But that girl merely hugged her knees, burying her head as she crouched at the edge of the birdcage.

Because her wings were already gone, as if cut off at the root.

She should have kept sinking forever, until despair completely devoured hope, until she herself was entirely consumed by despair and nothingness.

And yet.

At this very moment, as if sensing something, she slowly raised her head, her black eyes looking toward that direction.

In the distance, a faint yet resolute firelight kindled.

The firelight drew closer and closer, seeming to resonate with the entire world, until at last it arrived before her.

It was another bird.

The crimson girl was bathed entirely in dazzling fire and light, the asymmetrical wings at her back shining brilliantly, the complete opposite of the silver bird.

Within those hazy, lifeless pitch-black eyes, a slight ripple suddenly appeared.

"Airwen."

The crimson bird looked down at her, speaking plainly.

"How much longer will you let Him pull your strings?"

"......"

The silver-haired girl remained in her crouched, knee-hugging posture, her ten fingers leaving deep marks on her arms.

"I can't..."

"I..."

"Can't..."

, She could not voluntarily break the contract, undo the Binding, and destroy everyone's last possibility of happiness.

"Where are your wings?"

Lin Guang looked down at her from above, and suddenly spoke in inquiry.

"......"

Airwen lowered her head.

Smack!

Yet the next instant, a resounding sound rang out in this void, silent space.

It was a merciless slap.

Airwen's body was nearly knocked over by the force, yet she still silently steadied herself.

That face and those eyes still showed little reaction. A slightly swollen red mark rose on her cheek, yet she did not cover her face, as if letting the other beat or scold her as she pleased.

But the next instant, her eyes suddenly trembled beyond her control.

Because she heard Lin Guang's words.

"Everything is fake."

It was as if she were returning everything Airwen had once said to her.

Lin Guang spoke calmly: "You never experienced those pasts with them in the outside world."

"...I'm sorry."

"Your dream was borrowed, your identity was borrowed, your Soul Gem was borrowed."

Airwen kept her head lowered, her ten fingers digging bloody marks into her arms, her voice trembling, pale and powerless, repeating over and over: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Even the goal of collecting the Fragments of Hope was obtained from the witch."

Lin Guang seemed to be mocking her, mocking the her of the past who had spoken the truth and tried to make her heart die completely: "Looking at it this way, everything about you is borrowed too."

"That's what you think, isn't it?"

Airwen was on the verge of curling into a ball, thick despair and self-loathing churning in her eyes.

Because she had once tried to inflict an equal despair upon the girl before her.

Whether or not the Witch King had been scheming in the shadows, whether or not over three thousand cycles had crushed her to the brink of collapse, this was the truth, and she would not deny it.

This was her innate original sin, and the self-inflicted consequence of her own Pride.

Here, even if she died, she would be resurrected by the Witch King.

So no matter what the other wanted to do to her next, she would surely endure it for the other's sake.

Yet the next instant, Lin Guang merely spoke again, calmly.

"...And then what?"

"........."

Her tone carried a note of confusion: "Actually, I've never understood what you're trying to achieve by telling me all this."

"Even so, so what?"

"......"

Airwen finally slowly raised her head, cautiously looking at the crimson girl before her.

"Dreams, identity, memories, the past... all borrowed from somewhere else. So what?"

Lin Guang spoke calmly: "In this world, and in the outside world too, the vast majority of people weren't born with these things either."

"Almost everyone's goals and directions were taken up from someone else."

Those asymmetrical wings gently quivered: "So what if the wings are borrowed?"

"No one ever decreed that borrowed wings cannot fly high."

Lin Guang slowly brought her right hand to the crimson gem on her chest, clenching it as if she wanted to grasp something.

Then, she extended her right fist toward the silver bird, slowly opening her clenched fingers.

Airwen suddenly froze.

Lying in her palm was a fragment so small it was nearly invisible, yet blooming with an utterly real, dazzling, and scorching light.

A Fragment of Hope belonging only to the girl before her.

"......"

Airwen, the palm print on her right cheek already swollen, took the fragment in a daze, and suddenly heard Lin Guang speak.

"That slap was for them."

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