My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

"There's a Fragment inside."

Su Fang stopped, her deep blue eyes reflecting the shadows at the heart of the courtyard. "But if we don't go in, it seems impossible to determine its exact location."

Zihan gripped her giant scythe and laughed wildly. "Kukuku… that means it's inviting us."

"This manor seems to really want my life."

Tang Keren drew a deep breath, lifted her hand, and pressed it onto the keyboard of her fluttering wings. The light in her pink pupils grew even more intense. "Being too popular can be troublesome, I suppose."

The idol girl gave a faint smile. "But that's fair, because I want it too."

No words were spoken.

The red magical girl, expressionless, gripped her staff surrounded by flames and strode in with long decisive steps.

The silver-haired girl followed closely.

The five of them moved silently through the withered garden.

Gravel underfoot clicked faintly, a sound amplified into infinity within this dead silence.

Weapons and pupils brightened among all of them, a sign that each girl's magic power was beginning to surge wildly.

In the slow, torturous buildup, the magical girls finally reached the deepest part of the courtyard.

Then—

Everyone's pupils contracted.

A hundred meters away, on a heap of ruinous rubble, stood a startlingly pristine white round table.

A full tea set was arranged on the table, and sitting beside it was a frail silhouette.

It was a "girl" dressed in the most lavish Western-style gown.

The skirt was embroidered with intricate patterns and pretty bows; the bright yellow tone, once dreamy and lively, looked jarringly vivid against the dim background.

Her figure was small and slender; under white lace thigh-high stockings were white round-toed shoes, exuding an exquisitely adorable girlish charm.

However…

There was no skull or facial features atop her neck.

Instead there was a mass of golden threads frantically coiling and writhing, like a grotesque brushstroke of bad graffiti or a chilling tangle of chaotic yarn.

Behind her, two eerie figures stood as attendants.

The left one had long silver hair, wore a sharp black suit, and held a silver long needle so large it could be described as a sword. The right one had long black hair, wore a white shirt and a black short skirt, and carried a blue, razor-sharp giant pair of scissors on its back.

Both had a tangled mass of threads for heads, colors indistinguishable, constantly writhing and contracting, barely forming the shape of a skull.

"The two behind are upper-rank dangerous species."

Airwen's silver eyes flickered; her hand was already on the sword hilt, the silver gem on the guard glinting.

"The one in front… is a Low-Level Nightmare Seed."

Her reminder wasn't really necessary. The grotesque sensation of such enormous magic compressed into a tiny body was already enough to make everyone present shudder.

"Gross."

Tang Keren frowned. "My trypophobia's acting up."

As if sensing the arrival of guests, the "girl" in the main seat slightly lifted her head. The head of tangled threads emitted an eerie sound like singing.

Ah ah ah ah—

Under the sudden tension of everyone's stare, it did not launch an immediate attack.

An attendant from behind stepped forward, picked up the pristine teapot on the table, and poured a cup of black liquid for her.

The "girl" raised the ornate gold-rimmed porcelain teacup with elegant composure, then took a small sip.

Glug—

A clear swallowing sound exploded in everyone's minds.

"...!!"

In that instant.

The world…changed.

As if a drop of colored paint fell into gray water, color burst outward from the girl in all directions.

The previously gloomy sky was momentarily painted a high-saturation sky blue.

The oppressive black mist in the sky winked into huge pink-and-white cotton-candy puffs that slowly rotated in the air, as if they might drip syrup at any moment.

A neon-lit rainbow bridge, defying logic, spanned the sky, as though it were on a completely different layer than the clouds.

The ground sprouted countless vividly dripping green grasses, their green unnaturally bright, with a cheap crayon texture, topped with strange flowers that had smiling faces.

Broken pillars became massive cream cakes, collapsed walls turned into towering piles of macarons and teacups.

In a blink, that decayed, rotten courtyard vanished like a hallucination.

It was replaced by a fairy-tale picture-book tea party scene, yet one riddled with madness and dissonance at every turn.

"Hee hee hee…"

"Ha ha…"

Faint laughter and weird music wafted through the air.

In an instant, things that looked normal were limited to only the five magical girls.

"This is—"

Even though Su Fang had mentally prepared, she still felt a bone-deep dread.

All five faces hardened.

Nightmare Seed.

If one had to call it something, this indeed felt like senseless nightmare logic.

Everything here looked like a fairy wonderland, yet every corner seemed to hide countless peering eyes and lethal traps.

Nightmare Seeds are entities that can be called "monster lords" even within the Abyss.

From the fragmented stories passed down by senior magical girls, a very few special domains sometimes manifest as this kind of alternate space.

Names varied—innate barrier, mental landscape, domain manifestation, barrier—but the effect was the same.

Simply put, the group was no longer on the wasteland of the Outer Realm, but trapped inside the monster's territory and on its home turf. Unless an extraordinarily powerful magic could forcibly break the barrier, only the death of the released monster would open it.

No doubt.

This was the prelude to a true fight to the death.

But at that moment.

The ubiquitous eerie strings were suddenly cut through by an uplifting sound, an exhilarating melody. A soaring overture and a revelrous main theme burst into the five's ears.

It was music coming from the microphone in Lin Guang's hand.

The crimson magical girl tightened her grip on her staff, standing at the front of the group, expressionless as she stared at the thread-formed head of the girl monster, the fire in her eyes burning even hotter.

—Who allowed you to steal the BGM?

Su Fang had already raised both her guns and charged them; blue light rippled at the muzzles like water, forming a barrage together with Tang Keren.

A wild smile spread across Zihan's face as she gripped her scythe, purple light flashing.

Lin Guang and Airwen had both slightly bent their stances, as if preparing to unleash power.

Then.

Five different-colored shooting stars blasted out with tremendous force.

Two overwhelming barrages covered the three melee fighters closing in.

But in that instant.

The "girl" gently set her teacup down.

The moment the cup's base touched the bone-china saucer—

Ding!

The mass of golden threads at her neck, which had been only slowly writhing, suddenly exploded.

In an instant, the attacking party's pupils reflected a sky filled with golden light.

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