My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Lin Guang walked over to the window.

Even though most of the residents in this old neighborhood were hard-of-hearing elderly people, and at this late hour, no one would likely notice anything here, Lin Guang still closed the window and drew the curtains.

After doing all this, he stood in the center of the living room, took a deep breath, suppressed his headache, and repeatedly savored the sensation of power that had surged from deep within his spirit and body just moments ago.

After experiencing that kind of extraordinary power, the identity of a magical girl didn’t seem so unacceptable anymore.

Since the rules stated that intangible objects meeting the conditions could be brought back, had he brought something back this time?

The mission had failed right at the start, so it was probably impossible. But even if the probability was minuscule, he had to experiment and verify.

Lin Guang stood still like a statue, staring blankly for a full five seconds. A flicker of determination crossed his expressionless face.

Then, his face twisted into a smile and expression that looked utterly out of place on this young boy’s body, and he began striking poses.

As he posed, his lips moved slightly, reciting the lines in a male voice.

"Courage one hundred percent—"

(＜ゝω·）~☆

A few seconds passed.

He finished the entire set of actions and recited all the lines.

Yet the air remained still. The tungsten light above was still dim and yellow. There were no wondrous light effects, no sensation of a warm current surging through him.

Nothing at all.

Lin Guang’s tense shoulders relaxed, and he let out a long exhale.

As expected, the power from the game couldn’t be brought into reality so easily.

He sat back down on the sofa and turned his attention back to the mission.

Mengmengxiang was clearly already a magical girl. So what did the main mission [Become a True Magical Girl] actually mean?

Was it about strength?

For example, did she have to train her C-rank ability to B-rank, or even A-rank or S-rank, before she could be called a true magical girl?

Or was it about duty?

For instance, did she have to protect the city, guard her friends, and defeat the so-called [Witches] and [Monsters]?

Or perhaps it was about mentality?

Did it mean she had to sincerely embrace love and hope?

Or maybe there was something wrong with the body of Mengmengxiang that he could pilot—like a retired veteran who needed some special means to return to the ranks of magical girls?

All of these seemed possible.

That was why the mission objective was so unclear.

Lin Guang guessed it had something to do with his choice of S-rank Hellish difficulty. This information gap was itself part of the difficulty.

In other words, it could be considered a puzzle-solving element within the game.

And judging from the opening that had inexplicably self-destructed just now, the puzzle-solving phase of this game seemed to have begun from the very start.

Recording, summarizing, and asking questions were what he enjoyed most when tackling a game.

But the first run had ended too quickly, leaving him with too little information.

Lin Guang closed his eyes, held his breath, and sank his awareness into his body.

First, he had to confirm whether the phantom pain of death had truly completely dissipated, and whether dying in the game truly had no side effects.

After all, dying too many times in spirit naturally led to physical death as well. This was documented in various works, so he couldn’t afford to be careless.

Starting from his fingertips, he sensed and controlled his muscles inch by inch. Only after confirming that the nerve endings no longer carried that icy, stabbing pain did Lin Guang slowly exhale a breath of turbid air, his eyes gleaming sharply.

His control over this body had not been affected.

Not only that, but Lin Guang even felt that he had broken through a past bottleneck. He could now perceive many extremely fine details: the sound of blood flowing, the peristalsis of his internal organs, and even many muscle groups that were normally impossible to control independently, and even his internal organ movements seemed to be able to respond to his will beyond physiological limitations…

There was no doubt about it—he had become stronger.

This was also documented in the internal martial arts genre.

Perhaps this was also a form of the extraordinary.

Was it the effect of [Precision Operation Engine]?

As for his mental state, he felt no strange sensations either.

His condition was confirmed to be fine.

So then, one more round, and keep collecting information!

Lin Guang opened the panel and decisively selected “YES.”

LINK START!

The next instant, his awareness once again sank into darkness.

……

The familiar scent of blood and the cold, damp air hit the tip of his nose. The familiar nerve pain struck once again.

But… it was noticeably lighter than last time.

The girl lying on the grass rested for only a few seconds before reaching out her hand to prop her upper body up. Then she curled her legs and knelt, her slender, fair, and shapely legs kneeling without hesitation on the wet grass, steadily supporting her body as she stood up.

As she moved, the unfamiliar cherry-red strands of hair on either side of her ears swayed faintly in her field of vision.

Lin Guang wore a thoughtful expression.

Were his two talents constantly adapting to this body? It seemed that after a few more cycles, the body would fully adjust…

For now, that was a good thing.

She made a preliminary judgment in her mind.

And at that moment, soft footsteps came from ahead.

Lin Guang furrowed her brow and looked in that direction—two extremely blurry, humanoid figures were stumbling toward her through the darkness.

Still the same two?

Blindly fleeing or engaging head-on were both poor choices.

Since the goal was to gather information, Lin Guang wanted to try more possibilities.

Her gaze immediately locked onto the large tree behind her. She looked up at a branch strong enough to support her weight.

This girl’s body had twice the physical fitness of an ordinary person. Most people would feel unbalanced by such explosive physicality.

But Lin Guang felt nothing out of the ordinary.

If it was only at this level… handling it wasn’t hard.

Her slender feet suddenly burst with indescribable power, leaping lightly to a height of three meters. Her hands caught hold of the branch, and then she executed a perfectly standard pull-up, her movements as smooth as flowing mercury.

She flipped herself up and crouched on the branch, silently concealing herself with the thick trunk and leaves.

The footsteps of those two puppets grew closer, but they still had some distance to cover.

This time was enough to take a quick look at herself.

Lin Guang lowered her head and grasped the pendant hanging from her chest with her slender hand.

To be honest, this thing was very conspicuous. After all, this body’s chest was too flat, and the pendant was unusually large. With even the slightest movement, it swung around under her shirt, tickling her collarbone.

And the pockets of her hot pants were completely empty. The only thing worth observing on her body was this pendant.

Lin Guang held it up over her head, using the faint starlight and this body’s excellent eyesight to examine it closely.

At the end of the pendant hung a round gemstone. Its overall color was a dull red, with spot-like impurities inside, looking utterly ordinary. There were even many cracks on it. The silver setting around the gem seemed more finely crafted.

“……”

To be honest, this thing was quite concerning.

Was this proof of this body’s identity as a magical girl?

But even when she held it in her hand, or even when she tried to transform earlier, it hadn’t reacted at all.

Could it be that…

Crack.

The familiar sound of footsteps came again. The puppets in the darkness were drawing nearer. Lin Guang composed herself and held her breath.

It wouldn’t be surprising if those strange monsters could even sense being stared at.

But their search range was another point worth investigating.

And if she didn’t provoke them, could these seemingly low-intelligence beings detect her hiding in the tree? If they couldn’t, she could buy more time this time and see what happened next.

Two inexplicable murmurs from nowhere, followed by footsteps that suddenly shifted from floating to forceful and rapidly approaching, gave her the answer.

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