My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Lin Guang froze, feeling something as he turned around. The girls also turned their heads one after another, while Airwen's silver eyes widened in shock.

Because at that very moment, the purple Soul Gem at Zihan's waist suddenly bloomed with a clear and mysterious radiance, deep purple light coalescing above it into solid form.

Like a flower bud unfurling its petals, blooming before everyone's eyes, revealing the most brilliant light of its life.

That was her E.G.O, her color, the foundation of her soul, the light of her heart.

In the next instant, under everyone's gaze, Zihan ripped off the black eyepatch from her right eye, revealing the heterochromatic pupil beneath.

It was a golden pupil, different from the golden eyes Tang Keren had before transforming. It radiated a thousand times more authority and power.

Zihan suddenly lifted her head, staring up at the red mist in the sky. Her gaze pierced through the faint, flickering light point, the golden pupil reflecting the false starry sky above-dull, unchanging, never flickering.

"Tear apart, reality."

"Shatter, world!"

In that instant, a brilliance so dazzling it was impossible to look at burst forth from the unsealed right eye.

Her spirit outfit underwent a radical transformation.

In an instant, the once somewhat plain Gothic dress transformed into an intricate, gorgeous black gown. The hem spread out like black mandala flowers, and the bat wings on her back opened like real wings.

A silver cross on her body clinked with a rattling sound. The scythe, already as tall as two people, grew even larger, the blade wreathed in an aura that seemed capable of cutting through anything.

But at the same time, a splitting headache suddenly assailed Zihan.

An unfamiliar yet extremely familiar man, with striking crimson eyes, looked at her with disappointment.

-On a screen, rows of capsule-like white machines were neatly arranged in a massive space, surrounding something.

The red-haired girl's body slowly fell, splitting in two.

In a daze, countless indescribable images forcibly crammed into her mind. The boundary between reality and illusion shattered, hallucinations replacing reality and replaying before her eyes.

Yet the moment these images drilled into her head, they rapidly faded, dissolving into nothing before she could understand them, leaving behind only an indescribable sense of dissonance.

What was this?

An illusion?

No. None of that mattered.

Zihan's eyes snapped into focus, an indescribable resolve surging within her heart.

No matter the consequences of Full Bloom.

This time, I will protect Mengmengxiang!

In Zihan's vision, the world was stripped of its surface appearance.

The crimson afterimage, which had been too fast to catch before, now slowed down in her right eye, becoming clear and visible.

In this strange, bizarre, and dazzling field of view, the strange bird's body was covered with dense red lines.

They were threads of causality, the embodiment of weaknesses, the traces of the end of all things.

"I see it! I see it all!"

Zihan suddenly let out a wild, manic laugh, her golden right eye fixed on the sky above.

The great bird in the sky seemed to sense an ultimate threat, letting out a piercing shriek as if ready to strike immediately.

However, Zihan stood perfectly still, not moving a single step, her golden eyes utterly cold.

"Too slow."

She gripped the oversized scythe-bigger than before-with both hands and swung it fiercely at the empty void.

Clearly, she was cutting air.

Crack!

Yet from over a thousand meters away, the crimson great bird, surrounded by countless layers of energy shields and in the middle of charging its power, suddenly convulsed.

An invisible slash crossed the distance and struck it in an instant, severing one of the main bones in its left wing.

"Not done yet!"

The golden light in Zihan's eyes flared, her scythe turning into a black hurricane.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two more swings, both cutting into the void.

Shlorp! Shlorp!

The monstrous bird in the sky let out the most agonizing scream.

With the second slash, its right wing was severed cleanly at the root.

With the third slash, its massive beak was sliced horizontally by an invisible blade, breaking off and spinning away through the air.

The massive crimson surge suddenly became chaotic, as if it could no longer maintain its charge.

"Then, I grant you... judgment."

She raised her scythe high, the blade aimed at the thickest red death line on the bird's neck.

The fourth slash fell.

Thump!

There was no resistance. The massive bird's head was severed, and the violent light in its eyes finally faded.

Boom!!!

The crimson light point could no longer hold together, exploding high in the sky, a massive shockwave spreading through the air.

The crimson storm's aftermath swept over them as Zihan slowly lowered her scythe. Her golden right eye flickered slightly. She turned to face everyone and said in a deep, chuunibyou voice:

"This is the Eye of Judgment."

"Under the gaze of this eye, all things have cracks. As long as I cut along that death line, even a god-I can kill it for you to see."

The next moment.

Under everyone's watch, she stepped forward, her stride light and steady. She walked up to Lin Guang, one step at a time, her voice brimming with pride:

"My dear friend, I have crushed the obstacle before you..."

Zihan showed a smile. "I didn't break my promise."

The red-haired girl didn't reply, merely stunned for a moment, her left hand clenching into a fist.

The next second.

The smile in Zihan's eyes suddenly froze.

Like a power cord being forcibly cut.

Without any warning, the magical girl spirit outfit that had been maintained dissolved.

The maniacal Hermit's Purple vanished, replaced by a girl in a somewhat thin school tracksuit, wearing a white cotton eyepatch over her right eye and thick-rimmed glasses on her nose.

The moment that outfit appeared, Zihan collapsed forward like a puppet that had lost its power source.

The last thing lingering in Zihan's mind, before consciousness faded, was the shouting of Su Fang and Tang Keren-and a warm embrace.

....

When she regained consciousness, Zihan felt as if she were soaking in warm water. Although every cell in her body seemed to be screaming in soreness and her thoughts were shrouded in fog, she wasn't cold.

The crackling sound of burning wood reached her ears, along with the gurgling of boiling broth.

She struggled slightly, moving her eyelids, and forced open her left eye.

Through the thick lenses, her vision was a blur of color blocks, the light and shadow hazy. But the reassuring sense of familiarity told her everyone was nearby.

"Senior Zihan, are you awake?"

Su Fang's voice was the first to reach her ears, carrying a cautious concern. "Does anywhere feel especially painful? Is your head dizzy?"

At that moment, she realized she was lying on someone's slender, soft thighs.

That scent... it's Mengmengxiang.

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