My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Distant eerie whispers, an omnipresent sense of wrongness, and intense pain all yanking Lin Guang awake from his daze.

On his retina, ice-blue characters hovered:

[Game Rules.]

[1. You will play a game character. Unless special notes state otherwise, you must not reveal (or be discovered as) a “player” identity during the game, otherwise it will be considered a game failure.]

[2. Any tangible items obtained while playing cannot be taken out of the game. Intangible items require special conditions to be taken out of the game.]

[3. Upon completing the game, the system will issue rewards based on the “completion evaluation.”]

[In this game, your identity is: Magical Girl Meng Mengxiang.]

[In this game, your task is: Become a true magical girl.]

[Game Start]

The first sensations were sharp pain and an indescribable sense of dissonance.

It felt like his body had been stuffed into a container the wrong size; every nerve protested with sharp agony, aching and burning like alarms.

Fortunately, his five senses were quickly returning.

Lin Guang inhaled deeply, tasting the air.

It was damp and cold, the metallic stink of earth mixed with the faint taste of blood in his mouth.

His sight was very low; he could only see clumps of dewy weeds in front of him.

He realized he was lying on the ground. Gritting his teeth, he forced his body to struggle upward until his back hit something rough.

He turned his head and saw a large, coarse tree, which steadied him enough to sit up.

This was a dim forest, thin black mist drifting through the air, with only faint starlight between the branches. His visible range was maybe seven or eight meters.

The pain on his body kept coming in waves.

Lin Guang instinctively looked down to check his wounds, but froze at once.

What met his eyes were a pair of unfamiliar hands.

They were slender and pale, the fingers long, even tipped in orange-red nail polish. Though smeared with dirt, they were unmistakably beautiful hands.

On his chest there was a foreign sense of restraint—the bra underwire digging into his ribs. It was only an A+ level, but the slight rise definitely did not belong to a man.

A loose white shirt hung open at the collar, a pendant set with a ruby dangling at the chest. A few strands of hair fell over the shoulder with a cherry-red gradient.

Under extremely short black shorts were two slender legs in black bubble socks, feet in black heel-increasing shoes.

Not only had his height shrunk and center of gravity shifted, even between his legs felt chilly.

“...”

Lin Guang reached a hand over his pants and touched lightly, falling silent for a moment.

As expected, the magic orb was gone now.

“Meng Mengxiang...”

She opened her mouth and found the voice that came out was a crisp, sweet girlish tone, then involuntarily sighed: “Magical girl...”

In an instant, everything that had just happened made sense.

Now his consciousness was piloting a magical girl's body.

Although Lin Guang still felt no regret for choosing S-level difficulty, this situation clearly exceeded expectations.

Damn it, he hadn’t been reading those books about “After-Work Magic” or “Absolute Rule through the Ages” before transmigrating.

Where were the Ultra ○, fake ○ knights, and super robots?

What kind of pilot was supposed to be driving a magical girl’s body?

He held back the urge to complain aloud, then thought of something and silently summoned the status panel.

[Lin Guang (Meng Mengxiang)]

[Talents: Precision Operation Engine (A), Soul Link (A)]

[Overall Rating: F+ (Average person in the main world = F)]

[Game Character Skill: ★Magical Girl Transformation★ (C) ...]

[Comprehensive Evaluation: D- (Average person in the main world = F)]

How did they calculate that? Two A-rank talents and an overall F+? Do talents not count?

And those letters on the panel could be colored, of all things?

Looking at the skill name drenched in cherry-red—stylistically different from everything else—Lin Guang sank into thought again.

Wait—this body can transform?

If so, where had the mental will of the girl named Meng Mengxiang gone?

Was it absent from the start, a role the game imposed, or...

Saint-frame pilot...

Frame...

Before he could think further, twigs snapped sharply from within the black mist ahead.

In an instant, Lin Guang straightened, muscles tensing, switching into combat mode.

As moments passed, this girl's body seemed to fit his will more and more; a lightness and strength flowed out to the furthest limbs.

The A-rank talent Precision Operation Engine must already be activating, letting Lin Guang start to command this slender body that was far stronger than his former one.

This was two letters higher than his old attributes—officially powerful enough to kick his past self to death in one go!

As for the remaining phantom pain...

As long as neural conduction wasn't affected, willpower could override it.

Rustle.

Two eerie figures slowly emerged from the shadows of the trees.

They looked like puppets.

On the left, a tailcoat stained with dark brown blood, like a butler. On the right, a tattered maid outfit, wobbling as it stepped out of the shade.

The butler came empty-handed. The maid puppet carried a butcher’s knife with a serrated edge, the blade a dark red.

Even in the dim light, Lin Guang could see their skin had a lifeless pale purple tone, their joints showing obvious spherical structures.

Most terrifying of all were their faces.

There were no features—where a face should be was only a pitch-black hole, empty to the core, endless void within.

When Lin Guang saw them, they turned as if locked onto him, aligning their empty faces toward him.

Then, abandoning their sluggish movements, they lunged with shocking speed.

Swoosh!

They were not neutral NPCs you could talk to.

The oppressive force and unhidden malice rushing at him made Lin Guang decide instantly.

If this was a game, this was the unavoidable first battle after entry...or maybe it had once been possible to avoid it, but now it was too close.

He had to fight.

But how?

Lin Guang had no memories from his original body; his concept of “magic” was limited to theory.

His physical condition was surprisingly strong—should he just fight them barehanded?

The blade came nearer.

At that crucial moment, an extremely strange sensation surged up from his body—or rather, from the depths of his soul.

Were Soul Link and Precision Operation Engine activating?

In that instant Lin Guang understood.

It was the bodily memory of “Meng Mengxiang,” the instinct encoded in this flesh to the bone.

[Character Skill: ★Magical Girl Transformation★ (C Rank)]

If he yielded to that instinct, it could channel power.

Following the feeling, Lin Guang lifted his hand, preparing to perform the transformation’s opening pose the body told him to make.

But the next second, her pupils trembled violently as if in an eighth-level seismic shock.

That instinct informed her:

In this world, a magical girl’s transformation...

Sure enough, required reciting lines and posing.

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