My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Staring at the seven characters he had written, the crimson flame in Lin Guang’s eyes flared with an unmistakable seriousness.

This was the answer for the path that belonged solely to him.

Qi, that is magic power.

It meant everything related to extraordinary power: strength, reserves, recovery efficiency, and so on—every energy-related factor.

The "magic power" on the system panel refers to this category.

Body does not simply mean raw physical strength; after all, when magic can directly alter material hardness and physical laws, debating mere brute strength becomes meaningless.

This term refers to the so-called "cultivation body," the body’s capacity to carry, adapt to, and utilize its own magic and special abilities. It corresponds exactly to the "Magic Aptitude" shown on the system panel.

From comparing the two bodies, Lin Guang had already realized that the essence of this ability was the body’s adaptability to magic, not merely knowledge or experience.

Soul comprises all the memories carved into the spirit, the sum of all acquired techniques, and how to best use one’s power to achieve optimal results.

From using magic to stop bleeding to forcibly reattaching a body split in two, from chanting spells to amplify power and produce special effects, to employing conceptual abilities—all of these fall under this category.

Therefore, although Mengmengxiang had left no physical memories behind, the skill entry labeled "★Magical Girl Transformation★ (C)" in the skill bar was unquestionably part of the soul.

And heart is will and self.

If the first three are the power source, the hardware, and the software, then heart represents the will that truly masters them; though the most ethereal, it is the most important.

After all.

A believing heart is your magic!

These four items were, in Lin Guang’s understanding, the complete puzzle that made up a magical girl’s power.

And the final character.

The word translated as "love" is also a homophone for "refinement," and from his observations over time, it was the secret that connected all aspects of a magical girl.

—Love and hope.

In other words, emotion.

From the beginning, Lin Guang knew one thing.

Without fully mobilizing every fiber of his being, he could not even successfully transform.

He strongly suspected that normal magical girls—because they innately possessed magical girl aptitude—never experienced transformation failure and would not even be aware such a thing was possible.

Only he, joining halfway through, taking over an existing body, had been slammed by self-destruction during transformation more than a dozen times. Only through having two bodies did he break through that cognitive barrier.

With that…

The path unfolded clearly before Lin Guang.

With Soul Link and the Precision Operation Engine, his adaptability and carrying capacity for magic were maxed out.

In other words, "body" would not hold him back.

Regarding "qi," Mengmengxiang’s identity did not come with great magic potential, but this too was not a worry for Lin Guang.

From his observations, once a boss was cleared properly a Fragment of Hope would be gained, thereby increasing total magic power and control. Every new trial reset magic to its initial level, so spending excessive effort purely on training didn’t offer great cost-effectiveness.

As for will and spirit… Lin Guang felt this was the least concerning area.

This did not mean he believed those three categories were maxed; it simply meant improving them offered poor returns relative to effort, or that environmental limits made improvement difficult.

What Lin Guang urgently needed to improve was only "soul"—the technique of using power.

Very easy to understand.

Although Lin Guang could manipulate his internal magic extremely precisely and stay constantly in a flow state, that did not mean he knew how to use magic in the most efficient, correct way.

On the contrary, he was still quite inexperienced in this area.

In terms of technique, aside from a few spells that packed real power but whose chants took ages—longer than life itself—he had not achieved much. There was enormous room for improvement.

Even though each special training lasted a mere ten days, Lin Guang could repeat those ten days indefinitely.

Even if the cultivated magic could not be taken out, the experience, the thought processes, and all attempts and summaries could be truly carried away.

Even if he accidentally trained something wrong, he could seek help from the Phoenix and the other magical girls; at worst, he’d just become a Mengmengxiang fragment.

This had also been recorded in various simulator-like works.

So…

Plan set.

Lin Guang exhaled deeply, the firelight in his eyes gradually dimming, the excited magic inside him slowly subsiding.

Weariness from fierce battles washed over him. He rose, lay back down on his bed, and closed his eyes.

Games were fun, but Lin Guang was only eighteen, attending an ordinary public school, always an early sleeper and riser, never leaving fatigue for the next day.

Everyone said he was very healthy.

………

Three days later, Blue Star time.

S-Rank Trial, the twenty-fourth assault.

Inside the Abyss’s domain.

The five magical girls stood again in that ruin-like, desolate courtyard.

Gazing at the tea party girl, whose whole form was woven from golden threads, and the two upper-rank dangerous species attendants behind her, the pink magical girl gripped her keyboard staff tightly, poised to strike, a touch of displeasure creasing her pretty face.

"I don’t know why, but seeing that ugly mug just makes me so mad!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the whirlpool-like golden thread face spasmed violently, as if enraged by the insult.

A terrifying pressure born of massive magic spread from that delicate, girl-shaped body like a tide.

An almost imperceptible music box melody floated through the air.

Although it sounded like a nursery rhyme, it carried bone-deep resentment and malice.

In the blink of an eye the decayed courtyard vanished like an illusion, instantly transforming into a tea party scene drawn in crayons, permeated with madness and visual dissonance.

The next moment.

The frenzied golden threads lashed out, wildly spreading through this oversaturated world.

Thousands of ornate golden flintlock rifles hovered in midair, their black muzzles densely arrayed, all turning in unison like a swarm of hornets, locking onto the tense figures below.

Thousands upon thousands of triggers were pulled, becoming a solemn, elegant requiem of death.

Ding!

Boom boom boom boom boom!!!

Golden bullets poured down like a torrential downpour. Relentless explosions roared deafeningly. The ground trembled in wails. Massive gusts and visible golden shockwaves spread outward in all directions.

Five dazzling colors struggled to hold within the golden tide; although they trembled violently, there was no sign of extinguishing.

At the tenth second.

"Enough for this lady… be reasonable!"

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