My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Ten hours later.

Not until night had fully fallen did this high-intensity training finally conclude.

Three-story villa.

First-floor living room.

At this moment, the girls were slumped around the table, sprawled in every direction.

Their outfits were still relatively tidy, but their faces were filled with an indescribable gloom and exhaustion.

Zihan, having returned to her civilian form, lay face-down with her head buried in her sleeves, as if she had passed out.

Su Fang was in a similar posture, barely lifting her head and resting her chin on her arm, her aqua-green pupils equally dazed, while her other hand rubbed her calves, which were aching to the point of numbness.

"Ah… I'm really going to die…"

The twin-tail idol lay listlessly on the table, no longer caring that her makeup had smeared a little, her golden eyes drained of sparkle.

Yet even so, she was still swiping through her phone, checking the battle recordings and photos she somehow managed to capture—posting updates on personal social accounts had seemingly become instinct.

Airwen, clad in crisp attire, sat upright in the main seat. She glanced at everyone and finally spoke, "Let's do a summary."

"Most people's endurance is not great."

"You—"

At this remark, Tang Keren sprang up like a flash of returning light, her eyes blazing with anger. "Not great? Where do you get off saying that!!"

"During those ten hours you transformed five times in a row! Each time you had to clear a full hour's worth of claw-type monsters, and then on the fifth transformation you still had to fight those lower-ranked dangerous species!"

—She still remembered vividly how embarrassed she had been.

Facing that lower-ranked dangerous species that should have been easy to one-shot, the Overseer Puppet, she had been somewhat clumsy.

At that point her magic power was almost exhausted, she could barely fire a basic light projectile.

"Even a normal Outer Realm exploration would never have this intensity!"

She slammed the table hard, jolting the dazed Su Fang and Zihan awake as they looked over. "Last time I explored all the way to that recorded white wasteland and back, and I never got this wrecked!"

Tang Keren pointed at the serene silver-haired girl, fury all over her face. "You, claiming you were protecting everyone's safety, hardly acted at all in the end. I think you were messing with me on purpose, waiting to see us humiliate ourselves!"

"I need to correct you on two points."

Airwen ignored her outburst.

"First, our objective was not an ordinary Outer Realm exploration, but an expedition with the explicit goal of locating Fragments of Hope before advancing, so the demands cannot be compared to past trips."

"Second, if she was trying to make things difficult, why is she fine?"

Following Airwen's gaze, the other three looked at that cherry-hued figure.

Seated in a chair, the cherry-haired girl calmly twisted open a bottled water cap with two fingers and drank quietly, her expression still composed, showing almost no change externally.

If not for her eyes being a little dim and the sense that her internal magic power had been depleted, one would hardly notice anything unusual.

"Tch…!"

Tang Keren eyed Lin Guang, her face showing incredulity, but she stubbornly continued:

"She never cast spells the whole time, almost all close combat, so of course she used less magic—"

"But actually, Mengmengxiang cleared 451 claw-type monsters, and you only cleared 632."

"Also, she single-handedly killed a mutated individual, a lower-ranked dangerous species, the Wild Carpenter."

"The end result is that your magic power was nearly exhausted." Airwen said calmly, "But the difference in the magic stored inside your bodies is far more than just one-third."

"Endurance isn't just magic power. It's also the rhythm of using magic, techniques for conserving magic, and the will to maintain combat effectiveness at the limit."

"From that perspective, her endurance is already up to standard."

"Guh!"

Tang Keren let out a frustrated yet cute sound.

There was literally no argument to make!

This junior's magic power had always been only about one-third of hers, she knew that well.

And magic power levels directly determine a magical girl's strike power, endurance, even recovery speed.

One could say a magical girl's fight is essentially a battle of magic power.

But the fight just now almost overturned everyone's prior assumptions about her.

When everyone else was trying larger-scale ranged attacks, that crimson figure did not use any high-consumption magic. She simply held that red microphone staff in her hand and, relying on a body strengthened by magic power, charged into the enemy ranks.

From start to finish she used only close combat—riskier but consuming the least magic—plain to the point of being frighteningly simple, yet absurdly efficient.

Each strike aimed straight for the puppets' vital points, and each strike skimmed past her own body.

Although the spirit outfit after a magical girl transformation wouldn't be destroyed by claw-type monsters, just watching it made people break out in cold sweat.

She walked that tightrope for a full five hours without a single mistake.

Not human anymore.

Yet now Lin Guang sat there leisurely, as if he didn't think he had done anything extraordinary.

"I actually lost… lost to her… guh… give me a proper beating…"

Tang Keren buried her face in her hands and emitted some knightly, wounded sound.

Seeing her like that, Su Fang's heart softened and she offered gentle comfort: "Tangtang senpai and Hermit's Purple senpai are already very strong, much stronger than me."

She tilted her head and added, "It's just that Mengmengxiang senpai is way too strong…"

"I didn't want to be comforted like that!"

"Su Fang, you did well today too."

The silver-haired girl looked at Su Fang and nodded.

"Really?"

Su Fang blinked: "But I'm the only one who failed at the end…"

—Today, indeed, she alone among them failed to defeat a lower-ranked dangerous species in her exhausted state, and it was Airwen's sword strike that finished it off.

But Airwen showed no trace of blame.

"Your innate magic reserve is the highest among us. Even though you only awakened two days ago, it's already quite substantial."

"By my estimates and plan, in about ten days at most you should be fully proficient with that power."

"At that point we should set out."

"………" *4

Ten days.

At that word, even Zihan, who had reverted from transformation and was usually hard to communicate with, lifted her head and looked at Airwen.

Her voice came out soft and thin: "Isn't… that too short…"

None of the girls present were naive to the situation's severity; even Su Fang could sense the absurdity.

On the face of it, ten days didn't seem short, but for preparing to set off to track down the Sacred Tree's last scattered Fragments of Hope and liberate Kazenari Town…

Honestly, it was far, far too short.

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