Magical Hunting Girl

"It's best to avoid monsters and magical girls altogether, or even better, for them to never appear again." This boy, embodying absolute rationality, spoke of a pursuit completely different from his classmates.

Even though it was already the 21st century, and various crises were constantly emerging—financial, energy, pollution, food, terrorism, and countless other problems awaiting humanity's attention—it didn't mean that the appearance of monsters with bizarre powers on the world's list of unresolved issues was normal.

Since a month ago, indescribable monsters had been suddenly appearing in major cities around the world. While not as gigantic as those depicted in tokusatsu films, their destructive power was no less than anything portrayed in dramas. The police system, established to maintain order and deal with human criminals such as gangsters and thieves, was no different from ordinary citizens in the face of these monsters.

Guns capable of killing ordinary people are utterly ineffective against these monsters, barely scratching their skin. Yet, their retaliation easily tears through all forms of police protection, from reinforced shields to bulletproof vehicles—they're as fragile as paper before the monsters, demonstrating their immense raw power.

Only the elite forces of each nation can effectively suppress their destruction and engage them in combat to utilize high-powered weapons. The problem is that when monsters appear in economic centers, even if governments possess the heavy weaponry to eliminate them, the monsters' locations deter both military and political forces from deploying troops.

In this predicament, a group of women calling themselves "Magical Girls" emerged, using advanced technology unseen by humankind to resolve these troubling threats on camera. The world also learns from them that these monsters are creatures they've named "Demon Beasts," appearing because Earth is located in a singularity in space.

The explanations from the magical girls stirred the hearts of countless people. Groups that had previously been unable to confirm the existence of extraterrestrial life were now witnessing alien creatures firsthand. Some tokusatsu fans, who had fantasized in their youth about seeing Superman stand up to protect Earth and challenge monsters, were now seeing it all come true—not as heroic superheroes, but as charming young girls. Earthlings,

barely beginning to set foot on their own planet, having barely left a trace even on their own moon, relied entirely on these self-proclaimed "magical girls" for information about the monster incidents. These "monsters" possessed diverse appearances and abilities, and were generally not very intelligent. Some were responsible for reconnaissance, others for combat, and still others for defense, but overall, they were all at the soldier level—the so-called rank-and-file combatants.

Above them are the "familiars," who coordinate and control operations. Their status is akin to mid-level officers in the military, commanding magical beasts according to orders from higher-ups. Compared to magical beasts, familiars are significantly weaker in combat, and in large-scale battles, they are always the magical girls' priority targets.

"Witches," on the other hand, are the generals of each army. They control magical beasts through familiars, strategically deciding the targets and purposes of each attack. Coupled with their own terrifying combat power, if witches personally engage in battle, the battlefield will inevitably be reduced to ruins—a conclusion drawn from the complete destruction of the financial center of the world's strongest nation.

This is a frustrating reality.

Perhaps what's happening now is paradise in the eyes of a so-called "chuunibyou" (middle school syndrome) sufferer, a world that once only existed in their minds has become reality. Unfortunately, Lovi is not one of these sufferers. A male student who lacked parental love from a young age, he had already recognized reality as a child, and for him, who only wanted an ordinary life, these were all unnecessary worries.

Unfortunately, reality seemed to be against him, insisting on linking him to his deepest inner turmoil, turning his life into a derailed train heading in a direction completely unrelated to his expectations. Especially when Lowe returned home from tutoring, a mysterious creature suddenly appeared before him, and it spoke to him with a smile:

"Young man, make a contract with me and become a witch who hunts magical girls!" The word

"accident"

implies something unexpected, something the person involved was unprepared for, often requiring a test of their on-the-spot response.

No normal person on Earth could have predicted that monster attacks on the human world would become a reality. So, a month ago, when the monsters first appeared before the world, those fortunate enough to be among the first witnesses were completely still, as if they had even forgotten to breathe, simply standing there silently, watching these alien creatures wreak havoc without intervening.

Panic always subsides. Around the world, there are those with strong mental fortitude who manage to recover from their inexplicable fear, trembling as they pull out their phones and dial the police hotline, hoping the police, the protectors of the people, can defeat the monster before them.

Facing a monster, the police naturally retreat, but it's surprising that the military, on whom the public placed their hopes, could only maintain a stalemate with the monster. Just when things seemed hopeless, another unexpected event occurred. Magical

girls, these unusual beings, stepped forward in place of the military, directly fighting the powerful inhuman creatures, protecting civilians from the monster's claws, ensuring their lives and property weren't severely damaged in the attack. For this, the magical girls quickly became heroes in the eyes of the people.

Meanwhile, thanks to the magical girls' efforts, the world as a whole remained largely unchanged; people went to work as usual, went to school as usual, everything as if these unusual beings had never appeared.

The public's ability to so quickly accept living in a society where monsters could appear at any moment, while also readily understanding the incompetence of their own defense agencies and the need for heroes with special abilities to combat this reality, is not surprising upon closer examination.

Since the mid-20th century, countless comics, animations, and movies with similar settings have flooded the market. Even those now elderly people heard these stories in their childhood. It can be said that starting with this generation, Earthlings have unconsciously accepted this darkly humorous setting—when the world faces danger and governments are powerless to solve it, superheroes appear to protect the Earth. One should truly admire the foresight of our predecessors.

If we consider being a student as a profession, sixteen-year-old Guan Yourong is a failure who has consistently failed to fulfill her duties. As a high school student, she is a humanities student who enjoys posting various fantasy stories online, receiving praise from many netizens. Theoretically, she should have no difficulty passing subjects like Chinese history and language. However, in reality, she consistently scores below average, much to her own frustration.

"Excessive rhetoric, unclear word choice, overly ornate writing techniques, and most importantly, the essays are incomprehensible and completely unclear in their meaning." This is the evaluation of most Chinese teachers regarding her essays.

Another problem that troubled Guan Yourong was a physical issue. It wasn't that she suffered from any terminal illness or chronic disease, but rather that since entering puberty, her breasts, as a secondary sexual characteristic, had grown at an unimaginable speed, far exceeding the fullness of girls her age, which brought her a lot of strange looks.

The two mounds of flesh on her chest would always be mostly obscured when she sat down and wanted to look at the things on her desk, and she had to keep a certain distance from her books when doing homework, copying notes, or reading; moreover, the male classmates around her would always secretly look at her, whisper and laugh loudly, and their eyes would always unconsciously drift towards her chest.

There wasn't much friendship among girls. In high school, the other girls were still just getting out of the "airport level" (flat-chested), and the "mountain-building movement" (referring to the development of large breasts) was still in its early stages. If a girl with huge breasts as high as the Himalayas were to suddenly appear among them, it would inevitably add invisible pressure to the other people present.

If she had been born in the mid-20th century, she would have been just someone with little future, few friends, who could only study quietly and eventually marry someone she didn't really understand. Fortunately, Guan Yourong lived in an era of highly developed internet, where everyone was exposed to this virtual world built on electronic signals from a young age.

She started publishing articles online in middle school, gradually developing her own thoughts from her initial immersion in various anime, comics, and games. However, various disappointments in reality and the inability to gain acceptance from her classmates deepened Guan Yourong's dependence on the internet, causing her to spend even more time on it, striving to mold herself into a person different from reality in order to gain acceptance online.

In her fantasy world, she was a knight named after the heavens, born to redeem humanity, possessing mysterious powers, and had an extreme fondness for words like destiny, chosen one, and salvation. In real life, however, she was just someone dissatisfied with everything but powerless to change the status quo; in popular internet terms, she was a typical patient of "chuunibyou" (middle school syndrome).

So when a mysterious white, long-eared creature appeared before her, hoping she would become a magical girl to face a group of monsters called "witches," she immediately agreed after confirming it wasn't a prank, taking less than a hundredth of a second to think it over. Perhaps she had been anticipating these unusual events for a long time.

She was told the truth: the ancient Earth's axis of rotation was vertical, but at the very beginning of Earth's formation, a colossal meteorite fell from the sky. The powerful impact was enough to tilt the nascent Earth's axis, and this extraordinary force tore through the limitations of space, connecting Earth to a distant beyond.

Naturally, the crack was repaired by the self-healing power of space, and the nascent Earth's environment, dominated by lava, was unsuitable for life. Thus, it was as if nothing had happened. The only evidence was that a large amount of soil was blasted away during the meteorite impact, gradually coalescing to form the moon orbiting the Earth.

After billions of years of evolution, the distant beings finally exhausted the local resources. During their exploration, they discovered the repaired ancient spatial rift and, at the cost of enormous energy expenditure, forcibly constructed a passage connecting the two worlds, thus beginning their invasion of Earth.

The aliens, resembling a white, long-eared dog, who were exploring near the solar system, detected a massive spatial tremor and dispatched an investigation team to find its cause. They ultimately discovered it was an intergalactic invasion, but due to interstellar treaties, the white, long-eared aliens could not directly help Earthlings.

After investigation, they decided to buy time for Earthlings indirectly, hoping to seek justice for the disadvantaged humans.

They selected suitable individuals from among Earthlings and provided them with "think power weapons," developed using their advanced alien technology, capable of absorbing the "think power" emitted by intelligent life and transforming it into offensive weapons.

Since the aliens are on the side of justice, the Thought Armor can only absorb energy from positive thinking. Ultimately, after integrating Earth's culture and history, they decided to present the concept of "righteous magical girls fighting against an evil organization" to most Earthlings. Letting Earthlings provide the energy themselves, and then having them personally eliminate their opponents, is the greatest help the white, long-eared dog aliens can offer.

However, Guan You Rong, though one of the heroes secretly protecting Earth, is facing an opponent far more terrifying than "monsters" or other alien creatures—tomorrow's history exam. But until now, she still can't remember any of the course content.

"Why do I have to study this damn history?! What does that stuff from hundreds or thousands of years ago have to do with the present?!" Looking at the notebook, theoretically for history, but now filled with various drawings, Guan You Rong couldn't help but sigh, clutching her head.

Although the drawings weren't detailed, they still showed human figures performing different actions, with the names of the moves or their effects written in English below. It was obvious that Guan You Rong wasn't focusing on her studies. In a fit of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), her pre-exam review was actually spent brainstorming magical girl special moves (with names and effects) in her notebook.

"History is very important. It allows us to learn from past successes and failures, preventing us from repeating the same mistakes in the future. It's a very meaningful subject." The voice came from a mysterious white, long-eared creature sitting next to Guan You Rong. This alien being was temporarily residing in Guan You Rong's house for liaison and support duties.

"I know, I know, but my brain just doesn't have the talent for studying..." The chuunibyou girl chewed on her pen, sighing as she looked at the notebook, which was now unrecognizable.

"Although I think you should still remember, I still have to remind you that according to the interstellar treaty, we cannot directly influence beings whose civilization is more than five levels below ours." The mysterious white alien creature, resembling a long-eared puppy, smiled at Guan You Rong and said, "According to our understanding of the treaty, if your grades drop, it will be considered that you have been negatively affected by contact with us, and therefore our magical girl contract with you will be terminated."

Driven by dissatisfaction with reality, she yearned for an extraordinary life, but when the long-awaited opportunity finally presented itself, she had to work hard in real life to maintain her superhero dream of being a magical girl. The contradictions of life are perhaps the most striking.

"However… I mean, if the city is attacked while I'm preparing for my exams, the citizens will be in danger." Guan You Rong tried to retaliate against the mysterious alien creature, while also declaring the normality of her exam failure.

"That's why each city has at least three magical girls. Besides the fact that we can't fully utilize our mental powers yet, it's also so you can take turns resting."

"No! How can a hero of justice not take action when evil forces appear, using exams or rest days as an excuse?" In Guan You Rong's mind, studying and taking exams were clearly placed at a very low priority. Compared to being a magical girl and going to work, they immediately lost out and were incomparable. In her view, even if being a magical girl meant having to repeat a grade, it would be perfectly justified.

"No, that's not true. This decision was made after careful calculation to achieve the best result." Unfortunately, the girl's passionate heart couldn't be conveyed to the technologically advanced alien: "As long as you're alive, you'll inevitably suffer losses during your survival, so you need rest to recover. Besides, if you encounter a witch when you're at your lowest point due to continuous work, defeat is inevitable. So, stay home and study hard tonight, don't think too much about it."

"Wait a minute." Guan You Rong noticed the subtle implication in these words: "There are enemies appearing tonight, right?"

"That's right, but 'Blade of Judgment' has already been dispatched to handle it, You Rong, you don't need to worry." After saying that, the white alien from the high-tech world sighed: "Why do we need nicknames, magical girl names, and real names? Having magical girls use names different from their real names is to prevent others from knowing your true identities, which is also our basic policy, but what's with the nicknames? It seems that most magical girls also want to have nicknames."

"Hehehe! After all, you're not from Earth. Having a nickname is an extremely important ritual, something every Earth guardian must have. It's a tradition from ancient times." Because it was a topic of personal interest, Guan You Rong excitedly stood up and began to explain to the mysterious alien creature in detail: "A nickname represents the expectations people have for us, and it's also the word that best expresses our essence!"

"To save the people, I came from the Magic Kingdom, illuminating truth with silver light and purifying evil with moonlight, wielding a gleaming silver spear. This is the origin of my nickname, 'The Glorious Holy Lance,' and the world's expectation of the magical girl—Silver Moon." Even without transforming and in her own room, Guan You Rong still struck various poses, uttering words that would make ordinary people cringe with shame.

"I really can't understand it." The mysterious long-eared, puppy-like alien creature wore an expression that could only be described as bewildered: "According to our investigation, this is the first time Earth has encountered an invasion war; there's no particular tradition."

"Tsk…the Blade of Judgment and the others are easier to communicate with. After all, aliens are aliens; they can't sense this burning passion."

"Although you seem very happy, you've already wasted nearly half an hour. There are still fifteen hours left until your National History exam." The long-eared, puppy-like alien announced to its contractor with a smile that the time for the battle that would determine her fate was running out.

"Ah... Help!" A superhero cried out in his room, desperately trying to conquer the history department again for his dreams and hopes.

The object of worship for a new cult, her true identity is a busty (and slightly overweight) beautiful girl who's always on the verge of failing a grade, only interested in exaggerated and unrealistic things, and still hasn't graduated from her chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) at sixteen. If her followers knew the truth, they might collectively collapse.

Part Three

: It's 9:30 PM. The bustling shopping district is packed with people, consuming vast amounts of non-renewable energy and returning it to Earth as light pollution, illuminating even places nearly five stories above the ground like daytime with neon lights.

In this place where night has lost its meaning, a slightly short girl wearing what appears to be a formal dress—though it's clearly made of fabric, it reflects light like metal under the lights—stands in a park not far from the shopping center's main entrance, dressed in a style reminiscent of medieval nobility.

Magical Girl Red Wings—that's her current identity. Her real name is Wei E'li. Like Guan You Rong, she received a strange weapon from alien beings, claiming its manifestation is fire, hence the use of red as her representative color.

Although she possesses a similar amount of energy of longing as Guan You Rong, she unhesitatingly spends most of it on creating special effects, striving to make her moves more dazzling and beautiful, ignoring the fact that this greatly diminishes the actual effectiveness of her attacks. If the general public knew the truth, they would definitely exclaim, "How can there be such a brain-dead superhero?"

"Tonight's performance is all my doing, it's fantastic!" The girl's excitement was palpable; she showed no fear of facing the monster attack alone, but rather a deep anticipation. "Even though it might seem like I'm looking down on my comrades, I won't give up this solo opportunity to anyone else." This

charming young woman, who should have been the center of attention, made such exaggerated gestures and pronouncements in the park avenue, yet she seemed completely oblivious. Observing the reactions of passersby, they seemed oblivious to this dazzling beauty, continuing with their own activities.

"Although I see her every time I'm on standby, the effect of the 'invisible barrier' is truly terrifyingly powerful." While waiting, the girl, predominantly red, chatted with something beside her to pass the time.

"This uses thought energy to directly hypnotize everyone who sees you, making them see you in their consciousness but pretend they don't. But you guys always have to name this application; it's really hard to understand." The creature talking to Red Wing was the same one residing in Guan You Rong's house, clearly another alien being.

"Shout out your moves, unleash your ultimate attack, and then spectacularly defeat the enemy—that's the winning formula for a righteous hero. Therefore, every skill and move must have a name, otherwise you'll lose the battle from the start." This answer, utterly detached from reality, naturally came from someone addicted to the world of anime and manga.

"Besides, you've also said that since we've been reincarnated on Earth, we've lost our past combat experience. Even with magical enhancements, our bodies won't be of much use. So it's better to pre-set our ultimate attacks, and just say them when we want to use them," said Wei E'li, transformed into Red Wings, gesturing in various positions.

"I never said that, and neither did any other beings of our kind," the strange alien creature immediately retorted. "Our original words were, 'Based on the fact that Earthlings are currently not suited for combat and have no combat experience, it is recommended to pre-set attack modules and revise usage methods in various situations during simulated battles. In actual combat, these should be activated by voice.'"

"What nonsense! Isn't that the same meaning?" Wei E'li, who was just as much of a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) sufferer as Guan You Rong, clearly interpreted the other's words in her own way.

Red Wing didn't have to wait long. About seven minutes after she arrived at the park, a thick black mist suddenly appeared, and the roar of a ferocious beast emanated from it without any attempt to conceal it. Although its true form hadn't yet appeared, its overwhelming power already chilled countless passersby.

Before anyone could react, an incredibly thick beast's forelimb extended from the black mist and slammed heavily onto the park's stone ground. The solid sound indicated that the monster that appeared was definitely a heavyweight creature.

"Danger! This time it's a combat-type magical beast. Based on the analysis of the resources we've collected, Red Wing, your chances of victory are no more than 28%. We suggest you retreat first and regroup with Glorious Holy Lance or Netherworld Extreme Sound before engaging in battle again." The alien creature possesses a special detection device that can roughly measure the opponent's total energy and compare it with the magical girl's own energy to calculate the relevant probabilities and make recommendations.

"Retreat? Don't be ridiculous!" Redwing, with her shoulder-length red hair, immediately objected. "I am Redwing, the magical girl, a superhero representing justice. How can I run away without even fighting, without even seeing the enemy? If I run away like this, do I still deserve to continue protecting this city as a hero?"

Without giving the alien creature a chance to speak, Redwing, carrying her sharp blade, walked towards the monster whose body was still mostly shrouded in black mist. "Release the 'Invisibility Barrier,' I must fight immediately!"

"Bearing the wishes of the people, becoming the hope of all beings, no matter what difficulties I face, I—Redwing, the magical girl—will face them all. So, gentlemen and ladies, please entrust your backs to me, maintain your composure, and leave this dangerous place. I swear on my sin-destroying hand, I will never let the monster cross the line."

As everyone was filled with terror, a red figure appeared from the void. The petite magical girl stood at the forefront of the battle against the monster, separating the people from the raging beast with her own body, and bravely facing that peerless ferocious creature.

A bright red blade, leaving a trail of red flashes in the air, as the female superhero protecting humanity launched a fierce attack on the monster. The blade, which in the past could easily slice through the monster's body with each swing, couldn't even penetrate its forelimbs, leaving all the onlookers speechless.

Everyone in the world knew that even armored bullets couldn't inflict much damage on monsters, but when faced with the magical girls' melee weapons, the situation was no different than cutting tofu with a knife. However, the monster that was about to come to Earth to wreak havoc had clearly been enhanced in this regard, possessing a defense unimaginably strong for humans.

Perhaps due to the sudden attack, this monster, which could only be described as an unparalleled ferocity, was enraged. A powerful aura emanated from its body, dispersing most of the black mist that had been shrouding it, allowing Red Wing and the other citizens to vaguely see its massive forequarters—a shape resembling a wolf.

Facing this imposing wolf-like magical beast, Red Wing raised her sword-wielding right hand forward and declared, "In the name of the magical girl Red Wing, I will not let you pass!"

"Roar!" Responding with a deep, beastly roar, the wolf-like magical beast, its upper body currently inside the park, stared intently at Red Wing with eyes brimming with madness.

A battle between a magical girl and a peerless magical beast was about to erupt!

Four hours earlier, around 5:30 PM, at Lowe's home.

"Young man, make a contract with me and become a witch who hunts magical girls!" These words were spoken by a creature that resembled a small white dog with long ears, but whose round face wore a harmless smile. After saying this, it remained silent, quietly awaiting a reply.

"What… a witch?" Perhaps due to the long-term training he received at school from those two who always claimed to be his friends, Lowe had considerable experience dealing with sudden, inexplicable events. Whenever faced with situations he himself couldn't understand, his first instinct was to interrupt, regain control of the conversation, or simply not go along with the other person's wishes.

"Um... can I say no?"

"Sure." The smiling alien replied immediately, "However, to ensure secrecy, we'll dispose of you."

"Wait!" Hearing the words in the conversation carrying a very serious meaning, Lowe immediately changed his approach and questioned the alien, "Does 'disposal' mean brainwashing or erasing memories?" "No,

after confirming your refusal, to prevent leaks, we'll put you in a freezer until the incident is over." The alien maintained its smile, but its words made it impossible to laugh.

"Okay... then please explain... I definitely don't want to go into a freezer as frozen food." Based on just a few sentences, Lowe immediately labeled this alien as extremely dangerous and decided to agree as long as things weren't too abnormal. He didn't want to risk his future testing whether the alien would turn its threats into reality.

"Simply put, we want you to be our witch, to assist us in our experiments as an Earthling." The mysterious alien began to explain: "Our civilization is built on a sustainable energy source—think power, a special energy emitted from the thinking organs of intelligent life. After countless generations of research, we thought we had completely mastered think power.

"Later, we discovered in you Earthlings that think power also has aspects we didn't know about, namely, its connection to emotions. But we are a race without feelings and emotions, and we couldn't conduct experiments on our own. In the end, we decided to cooperate with Earthlings to further our understanding of think power." "

Then why me? Shouldn't you be looking for scientists? I'm just an ordinary citizen, don't turn my life into a ridiculous joke!" Lowe shouted, almost roaring, to vent his dissatisfaction.

"We've considered that as well, but essentially there's no difference. After all, the gap between our civilizations is too vast. Just like you humans, you wouldn't discuss research with mice, even if they were the most intelligent of the mice. Moreover, the gap between our civilizations is even greater than that between humans and mice."

Looking at the alien being explaining with a smile, Lowe rationally understood that if it truly lacked emotions as it claimed, then the analogy was without malice, simply intended to provide a better explanation. But as a human, hearing such an analogy was emotionally unpleasant, because the implication was that, to them, humans were merely lab rats in this research.

"Let's get back to the main topic. What's your opinion on the current situation of righteous magical girls fighting against an evil witch organization?"

"A farce. It's a drama that should only happen in fantasy, but it's actually happening in real life. It'd better end this immediately." As he spoke, Lowe seemed to think of another issue: "What the magical girls tell the public is actually all fake, isn't it?"

"It's all true. We only tell them the facts they need to know through the communicator. The rest is what they imagine themselves. We didn't say anything."

Lowe suddenly felt a chill. It's no wonder the magical girls filled in the gaps by only telling them half the story. "But the reason is that you didn't tell them everything, right?"

"That's actually very difficult to do." The alien creature used a metaphor to exonerate itself again: "Your country once had a golden age called the Tang Dynasty. From your perspective, the writing system at that time was already extremely rich and could express a lot of things. But if you were to use the writing system of the Tang Dynasty to explain the manufacturing and operating principles of the various electrical products in your daily life, it would be impossible."

"The reason is that although the written language at that time was already quite rich, it had no concept of what has become basic in the present day. It's not that they didn't want to do it, but that they couldn't complete it."

"Okay, okay, then please tell me what I need to do?" With a resigned sigh, understanding that he was just a guinea pig, all that was left for Lowe was to do this job well and then let his life return to normalcy.

"Simply put, it's to become a witch. In this large-scale experiment, it seems that magical girls are in control, but overall, witches are the ones who control everything behind the scenes." The alien rogue continued to explain: "The thought weapons possessed by magical girls can only absorb and transform thought energy generated by positive thoughts, but witches are different."

"So witches are people who use negative energy?" Lowe felt even more powerless when he thought of this. If he had to be exposed to a lot of negative emotions every day, he might also be affected, his life might fall into a slump, and it wouldn't be surprising if he committed suicide one day.

"No, you're wrong." The alien creature, resembling a puppy, refuted Lowe's taken-for-granted assumption: "Witches can use both positive and negative thought energy simultaneously. Furthermore, none of the people actually involved have used only negative energy."

Suddenly, a flat image appeared in the air in front of Lowe, a pyramid-shaped diagram created by the alien creature using air projection technology for easier explanation.

At the top was the word "Witch"; moving downwards, below "Witch" were the items "Magical Girl" and "Fallen Magical Girl.

" "Fallen Magical Girl?" Lowe then realized that this seemingly farcical alien experiment had only just begun. Judging from the fact that the "Fallen Magical Girl" category hadn't appeared yet, it probably wouldn't appear until the middle of the experiment.

"Have you ever wondered what kind of person becomes a magical girl?" Starting with this question, visitors from a distant planet unveiled their experiment to Lowe—an experiment based on thousands of years of human history, constructed with ruthless technology built on pure reason, using the entire Earth as a stage, and all humans as guinea pigs—all to explore the true nature of energy forms unknown to them.

(Part Four)

Intangible, intangible red phantom flames, like wings, coalesced behind the magical girl named Red Wings. These fiery wings had become Red Wings' trademark, and upon seeing them, the crowd's initial panic subsided, replaced by a surge of courage.

But this time was different. The crimson wings began to shrink shortly after their appearance, shrinking from nearly ten meters in length to only covering half of her back: "Monster, you are strong. This time, I have to take it seriously."

Strong? Serious? Upon hearing and understanding these words, the ordinary viewers were all unanimously shocked. Why has Red Wing never taken the fight seriously when facing magical beasts that even elite legions could handle? Just how powerful is this magical girl? And how terrifying is this magical beast that demands her attention?

According to the alien beings' calculations, Red Wing's chances of fighting and winning against the unknown monster before her were less than 30%. This was a purely rational calculation, assuming Red Wing's performance was flawless. In other words, in actual combat, any mistake by Red Wing would lead to defeat.

Knowing defeat was inevitable, she still pressed forward—this seemingly reckless act was actually a decision Red Wing had carefully considered, believing it to be the only correct course of action.

The crowd's gradual departure from Park Avenue was partly due to the monster emerging from the spatial rift, and partly due to the magical girl wielding her weapon, named "Sin Annihilation," standing directly in front of the monster, exerting pressure and preventing it from being distracted. "

How terrifying, I want to run away." Fear and dread surged within Red Wing, but strangely, whenever these thoughts arose, it was as if someone inside her was telling her, "Calm down, you can handle this." "

If I were still Wei E'li, I would have run away long ago. Fortunately, I am Red Wing now, the superhero protecting the city." Faced with the relentless pressure of the monster's aura, Red Wing couldn't help but think of this, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his face.

A filming crew equipped with long-range lenses, located on the outskirts of the park, rushed over upon hearing the news, capturing Red Wing's smiling face.

As part of a police strategy to maintain order and prevent the situation from spiraling out of control, the police had already coordinated with the media. Footage captured by those who arrived first and were able to film would be broadcast live, and the footage just captured was directly shown on a giant screen set up outside the shopping mall.

"Redwing, you're so cool!"

"Redwing, I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you! Even if we were all girls, I'd still fall for you!"

"Defeat it! Use your sword to send these bastards who invaded Earth back to their homeland!"

"Well done! That's the spirit of us Earthlings! You're definitely a super Earthling!"

Silence, stillness, then a frenzied cheer erupted from the crowd! The people, of course, had no idea what Redwing was thinking, so they subconsciously interpreted her sudden smile as a sign that Redwing, as a powerful magical girl, was finally filled with fighting spirit and happy that an enemy worthy of her battle had appeared. It must be said that this situation was a powerful example of misunderstanding caused by humans interpreting things from a one-sided perspective and then according to their own expectations.

The odds of victory were less than 30%, a fact Red Wing, facing off against the monster, believed to be true. However, she also believed this probability would be an illusion in actual combat, and she had two reasons for this. First, her power calculations were based on past performance.

Red Wing knew that her efficiency in utilizing her mental energy had always been extremely low; overly flashy moves and decorative effects resulted in nearly 70% extra consumption. For example, her ten-meter-long phantom flame wings had no combat use, but maintaining their form was a significant expense. If these extra costs were removed and applied to Red Wing herself, her combat power could increase by approximately 40% to 50%.

Second, the objective of combat was different. In past battles against the monster, victory was always measured by killing the opponent. Therefore, even if Red Wing's strength doubled, she might not be able to achieve this alone. But was it necessary for Red Wing to insist on one-on-one combat and kill the monster now? The answer was actually no.

Reduce spending on flashy special effects to strengthen yourself, then focus on close combat and dodging while waiting for support. If the opportunity arises, launch probing attacks to prepare for the real battle.

True courage isn't about recklessly charging forward; it's about not giving up in the face of adversity, considering every possible way to win, and then giving it your all. What seems like a reckless approach is actually aimed at ultimate victory.

"If I were still Wei E'li, I definitely couldn't do it. Because Wei E'li is just a short, useless girl with bad grades and poor athletic ability..." Red Wing said in a voice only she could hear, "But I am Red Wing, one of the three magical girls who protect this city, so I can definitely do it!"

A powerful strike ended the stalemate. "Crimson Lotus - Starfall!" The magical girl uttered the name of the move, and the crimson figure leaped powerfully when she was about two meters away from the giant wolf monster, landing diagonally behind it.

Gripping the sword hilt tightly with both hands, Redwing simultaneously spun his body, using centrifugal force to amplify the power of his attack before slashing at the giant wolf. Completely different from his previous powerful strikes, this one directly repelled the giant wolf

, which was nearly the height of a factory building. Redwing wasn't surprised that his initial, probing attack had successfully repelled the wolf; he was merely astonished that the attack hadn't even managed to injure it. The strength of magical beasts isn't static; it changes with each appearance. This was possible because they collected data from battles, analyzed it, and then made targeted enhancements.

Therefore, the data they collected was likely from Redwing's significant investment in decorative effects. This was also the reason the giant wolf couldn't dodge the "Crimson Lotus - Starfall" attack—its speed and power had each increased by more than 20%, resulting in an unexpectedly powerful attack. Having

gained an advantage with one move, the obvious course of action is to continue the attack. Forcing the opponent into a defensive, delaying tactic is much easier than simply evading their attacks. The only concerns are whether one's own stamina will be depleted excessively and whether

one's moves will leave any major openings that could invite a counterattack. The magical girl wielding the red blade transforms into a red storm, powered by the energy of her thoughts, drastically enhancing herself to unleash extreme speed. She abandons the use of specific attack modules and unleashes each attack with her body, not her mind. Finally, the invisible storm, broken through by the speed of her attacks time and time again, transforms into a mountain wall made of blades.

There is no defense, because offense is the best defense; there are no techniques, because she is simply wielding the blade at will. There is an ancient saying that rigidity cannot last. Even with a large amount of external energy as a power source, Red Wing is ultimately a human body, and such a high-speed offensive is theoretically unsustainable.

What allows Red Wing to continue is her use of Thought Energy—not from the emotionless alien version, but from Earth, or more precisely, from the people she protects.

Thought Energy originates from the thinking organs of intelligent life. For alien beings who primarily use Thought Energy, because they lack emotions, there are no emotional fluctuations; what they collect is pure energy without any form.

In contrast, although most humans claim to be rational, in reality, almost everything and everyone in human society is decided by emotions. Therefore, Thought Energy from humans, compared to that produced by alien beings, possesses an additional element: emotional fluctuations. Since Thought

Energy originates in the brain, its impact on the brain is naturally far greater and more effective than in other parts of the body. As a magical girl, Red Wing has been constantly absorbing and using Thought Energy, naturally affecting her brain in the process. The Thought Energy she is currently absorbing in large quantities is emanating from the terrified people who have been saved thanks to the magical girl's protection—energy carrying the wish to support and encourage Red Wing.

As Red Wing wielded this energy in battle, her mind was unknowingly affected, aligning with Wei E'li's image of a hero. This caused her to shift from tactics of restraint and delay to one of suppression and defeat. Simply put, under immense pressure and with the support of others, Red Wing's spirit transcended her physical body, allowing her to unleash far more powerful moves and techniques than usual, and to continue attacking regardless of physical limitations such as fatigue.

"What kind of person can become a magical girl? How would I possibly know?" Lovi, completely clueless, couldn't answer the question.

"Only those who possess love, courage, dreams, and hope can receive the energy of longing." These dreamlike words came from an emotionless alien being: "The energy of longing originating from humans on Earth contains the emotions of the producer. This type of energy is somewhat similar to what you call 'wish power.'"

"Wish power? What's that? It sounds familiar, yet I don't quite remember it."

"This energy is described in many of your so-called 'novels,' and its users are mostly religious figures." The alien being, speaking in a research-like report style, was naturally purely rational: "By transforming themselves into objects of worship for other beings of their kind, they receive offerings to collect wish power. After collecting a sufficient amount, they use this wish power to elevate their own rank, seeking transcendence. It is indeed a very interesting use."

"So, your so-called 'energy of longing' is what's called 'wisdom' in novels? Then everything is clear, the experiment doesn't need to continue, can we stop now?" For Lowe, who had been forced into this situation, the best thing would be to get these guys who treated Earth like a laboratory to resolve things simply through words. Although he knew in his heart that it was just a fantasy.

"Things aren't that simple. But let's go back to the original question: why do magical girls need to have love, courage, dreams, and hope?"

"Okay, but it would be best if it were simple." Although he was a science student, and one of the top students, Lowe couldn't muster any interest in this topic, which was no different from a daydream.

"Love is a peculiar mental state, a state that only occurs when each individual on Earth faces specific people and things." Words that should be full of emotion, spoken by emotionless alien beings, were, as Lowe expected, explained like a chemical equation: "When a human is in this state called 'love,' no matter how the environment changes, the person with 'love' will not change their feelings for what they 'love'."

"Courage is a mental state that manifests when facing difficulties." Another word highly praised in human literature is stripped of its emotional connotations: "When facing difficulties, you experience another emotion called fear due to the possibility of failure. Most people, after fear arises, automatically tilt their thinking energy towards negativity. However, if an emotion called courage intervenes, it will spur you on, prompting you to conduct more thorough analysis and research into the difficulties in order to find solutions.

'Thought Armor' absorbs the thought energy of Earthlings and stimulates users through feedback, enhancing their physical strength, endurance, athleticism, thinking ability, and other abilities. But the problem lies with Earthlings themselves." The mysterious alien continued in an astonished tone, "It carries its own emotional energy and has a priority effect on the thinking organs, so if an ordinary person uses it for a long time, it is easy to develop a split personality." If

an ordinary human possesses a weapon of thought and transforms into a hero, they will have the same memories and consciousness, but with completely different appearances. In addition, the world's evaluation of the two will be completely different. Eventually, due to the difference in their perceptions, a split personality will gradually emerge—a heroic personality that aims for perfection and a flawed human personality.

"Therefore, magical girls must possess love and courage." The Ruthless continued, explaining with pure rationality: "Because of love for becoming a hero, and because of the need to protect what is poured with love, with 'love' as their pillar, no matter how the surroundings change, their personality and consciousness will not experience cognitive difficulties. Transforming into a magical girl is simply the realization of the dream of 'the true self' or 'the ideal self,' so there will be no problems.

"Becoming a hero requires facing endless battles, which will not stop until the experiment ends, and the enemies will not be the same every time. This will create enormous mental pressure. If it were an ordinary person, they would soon take everything for normal, that is, lose the motivation to persevere, and eventually collapse under the pressure, developing various mental illnesses.

"Only those who possess courage can maintain a normal mindset, regard fighting evil as their own hope, and thus continue."

"Through our observation and research, you humans begin a second puberty in your teens. " It's also a peculiar period of rebellion. The previous statements were quite rational, but now they seem to be veering into a strange argument: "Young individuals you call suffering from 'chuunibyou' (middle school syndrome), lacking 'love,' try every means to obtain it.

"But before they receive it, the fear of losing 'love' arises. Lacking 'courage,' they can only express themselves in strange ways, expressing their desire for 'love.'

"They can only find satisfaction in the fantasies they create. Their 'dreams,' seemingly achievable through fantasy, are actually killed by their own hands. Because they retreat into their own fantasy world, their 'hope' for the future is also extinguished." "

Therefore, one of the conditions for becoming a magical girl is to suffer from 'chuunibyou,' transforming into a hero protecting the public, fulfilling their 'dream' of 'love,' giving them the 'courage' to pursue their 'hope.' Because this is precisely what they lack, they don't experience personality splits or mental stress."

(Part Five)

"In the midst of continuous battles and slaughter, you humans easily lose your true nature. Even if you initially have the noblest intentions, when everything becomes routine, you take it for granted. You no longer see taking lives as a serious matter, or you hope to gain something else through heroism or action, thus corrupting your desire to become a hero.

To avoid this, the second condition for becoming a magical girl is to feel satisfaction and joy in exercising justice, to express it through protection, and to simply see yourself as righteous, without any other impurities. Only in this way can you avoid sinking into the long and continuous battles of slaughter and losing your true nature."

Hearing this, Lowe felt that this concern was indeed very important. He had also mentioned it on a program before, something called war trauma, which refers to soldiers who are forced to constantly kill and be killed, because they kill others in exchange for their own survival. In the end, they either become butchers who don't care about human life, or they suffer a mental breakdown due to the torment of their conscience.

"Speaking of satisfaction and pleasure, I must say you humans are quite interesting."

Just when Love thought things were finally starting to get serious, this statement sent a chill down her spine, as if things were about to veer off in an even stranger direction.

"Your bodies, in order to encourage reproduction, have developed stimuli that produce excitement, satisfaction, and pleasure during sexual activity," the alien continued, as if discovering something new. "The strange thing is, your human mind and body are inseparable. The mind influences the body, and the body influences the mind, so this pleasure derived from mental satisfaction isn't much different from human sexual arousal; the difference lies in whether it's caused by the body or the mind." "

Eh...eh...eh..." Love couldn't help but let out a strange cry. To be a magical girl, you need to have chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), and to be someone who can have a righteous spring fever? What's wrong with this world? Is this a sign of impending doom? Having suffered two mental shocks in a row, Love began to miss the superheroes in manga, like the captain of the world's strongest nation or the guy who wears his red underwear on the outside.

However, upon hearing these two requirements regarding heroes, Lowe felt that from then on, he could no longer look at these heroes, who should have been representatives of positive image, with the same slight admiration as before. He would always think that they might be rescuing people while constantly ejaculating in their crotches, and the reason they looked soaked afterward was not sweat but some kind of milky white, slightly sticky liquid? Perhaps this is the price of growing up, although Lowe did not want to grow up in this aspect at all.

"Alright... I can understand the malice you harbor towards the image of heroes... But... let me think about what I was originally going to ask." Lowe paused, gathering his thoughts after the second shock, and said, "Right, right, what about those so-called magical beasts? Why start a war to conduct experiments? And what are the witches doing? Like those... those magical girls said, is it for invasion and war?"

"Hmm? The magical beasts were created by you humans yourselves. We just improved them and added control cores. As for the destruction of that city, just think of it as something we did out of kindness to prevent you from starting a full-scale war."

"We... created them ourselves?"

"That's right. You discovered long ago that the thoughts within humans contain energy, and this energy, originating from negative emotions, condenses without your awareness. Because ancient societies were agricultural, dwellings were actually very close to other creatures, and the population density was very low, so this negative emotional energy took a long time to condense, and was easily influenced by various creatures during the process. You just don't call them magical beasts, you call them monsters."

"Wait a minute..." Lowe sighed, rubbing his forehead, his face grim as he looked at the alien creature. "It was supposed to be a Star Wars-style invasion story, but then a magical girl with girlish sentiments appeared, then it turned out to be an interstellar experiment, and now there's going to be a supernatural twist at the end? What kind of idiot with a screw loose wrote this script... But most importantly... give me back my normal, real world!" The boy thought of a famous internet saying, "Life is just a bunch of tragedies on a plate," which seemed to be quite true.

"This world is perverted," the white, long-eared, puppy-like alien creature, still smiling, suddenly said.

Lowe felt a cold aura blowing around him, and a strange fear rose from the depths of his heart, causing his heart to beat faster. However, Lowe felt that this sentence was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard or seen it somewhere before.

"Your reaction just now was very similar to some records collected in the database, so I looked up the words that elders used to comfort others in those records. Are you feeling a little better now?" The smile remained unchanged, and the icy chill that had just been there vanished with these words, as if it had never existed.

"What kind of comforting words are these? It's more like intimidation!" Deeply frightened, Lowe couldn't help but complain.

"No. According to the database, although the other person isn't the speaker's biological son, the person who said those words has always valued him highly, even more so than their own three hundred-plus children." The alien being, unfamiliar with Earth's culture, explained the reason for the previous terminology: "You have a large number of documents recorded in writing, which you call 'novels,' containing many incomprehensible records. We're still working hard to organize and classify them."

Hearing the word "novel," Lowe finally remembered why he remembered that sentence: "Wait, although I'm only sixteen, I know where that sentence came from, but the boy's situation was completely different from mine, and that sentence wasn't meant to comfort me."

"Is that so?"

"That's right, absolutely not meant to comfort me." Lowe responded decisively, and at the same time, he thought of some questions: "What's the reason you use things like magical girls, witches, familiars, and magical beasts?"

As soon as he said it, Lowe regretted it. Knowing that their database was analyzing and organizing novel content, then other things like anime, comics, and games should also be included, right? So the reason why the packaging for this experiment was designed with two camps, magical girls and witches, and why the alien creatures looked the way they did, was probably the same as the answer in his mind.

"According to the statistics, Earth's humans will be in a state of intense activity because of magical boys and girls." His tone was subtly relaxed: "It's really convenient. You humans have a lot of written records, which saves us, the members of the experimental team, a lot of time, and also provides a lot of reference material when formulating plans."

Lowe didn't ask any further questions. He knew clearly that it was already a blessing that human civilization on Earth hadn't been destroyed yet, because all of this stemmed from the alien creatures who treated various fantasies as important data and possessed enough technological strength to turn them into reality.

"By the way, regarding the explanation of the energy of longing, we also referred to the literature's description of a similar energy source called 'imagination power.' After all, there are many detailed aspects of the energy of longing that Earthlings haven't yet explored. We're truly surprised that anyone on Earth has researched it to this extent."

Ignoring Lowe's inner expectations, the alien continued, "What's also strange is that although we already have the names, portraits, and residences of the relevant humans, we haven't been able to find any records of those individuals or anything else. It's really incomprehensible." It

's impossible to find them, because the people you're looking for are all fictional characters from novels. Lowe only complained internally this time, because he felt that saying it aloud would only push things further in an unbelievable direction.

The time was 9:25 PM, and the location was Park Avenue, not far from the shopping mall. According to the alien, tonight the machine absorbing negative human emotional energy would reach its peak, ultimately releasing itself in the form of a magical beast. At the same time, a superhero known as a magical girl would appear to fight it.

"I didn't expect that others really couldn't see us." Lowe marveled at the power of alien technology. He and the strange aliens appeared in the park at the same time, but no one noticed them.

"This is a high-level method using thought energy, which combines hypnosis, optical camouflage, and the principle of voiding." The alien creature, acting as the explainer, immediately spoke up: "The technique of using hypnosis to make passersby invisible is called 'invisibility barrier' by the magical girls of this city; at the same time, their clothing is an illusion created using hypnosis and optical camouflage." "

Illusion?" A word from the explanation caught Lowe's attention, and a bad feeling resurfaced: "You're not saying that the magical girls' clothing is just an illusion, are you? Or that the effects of those moves are just fake?"

"Both, you can see for yourself right away." The alien creature's gaze was already fixed on the distance.

Following the direction indicated by the alien creature, Lowe saw a cute girl with the body of a young woman walking towards him, carrying a weapon resembling a katana on her shoulder. Beside her was another alien creature identical to the one beside Lowe.

Lowe, who should have only found the girl's exaggerated movements strange, was completely petrified. In his eyes, the girl was completely naked, striding confidently through the crowd, her fair skin perfectly matching her petite frame. Her cherry-blossom-colored nipples lay flat on areolas of the same color; between her legs were only sparse short hairs and a small opening that swayed slightly with her noticeably large strides; the only cover she wore was the weapon she carried on her shoulder.

"What...what...what is going on?!"

"As I said before, it's an illusion created by a combination of hypnosis and optical camouflage." The alien creature was clearly unable to understand Lowe's reaction: "But for someone of your higher rank, the illusion is naturally ineffective, although you can still see the almost completely transparent illusory images around her."

"..." No further words were spoken, because the magical girl, whose real name was Wei E'li, was walking towards where Lovi was and then stopped. Had she discovered him watching her naked body? The sixteen-year-old boy couldn't help but think this.

"Tonight's performance is a solo extravaganza, it's wonderful!" the girl said, oblivious to her surroundings, simultaneously confirming that she hadn't seen Lovi's presence.

"She can't see me?" Lovi pointed at the magical girl who was eagerly awaiting her turn, now extremely close to Red Wing, almost completely pressed against her.

"Of course, just as ordinary people can't see them, you, hidden by higher-level technology, can't be seen by them either."

With a bewildered expression, Lovi witnessed a scene he would never forget—the battle between the magical girl named Red Wing and the magical beast. As the battle intensified, Red Wing's emotions rose even higher. Lovi saw her nipples gradually harden and stand erect during the fight. Although no fluid flowed from her vagina, it was enough to corroborate the alien's words.

Stronger, stronger, stronger! I can become even stronger. Wielding her self-named weapon of thought, "Sin Destroyer," she frantically and recklessly absorbed the scattered thought energy around her. The civilians evacuated nearby, knowing the magical girl fighting for them faced an extraordinary enemy, naturally wanted to cheer her on. Others who arrived later, caught up in the unusual mob mentality, also joined in.

The monsters that should have been feared, the opponents that should have been invincible, the strategies that should have been avoided—all of these were completely forgotten by Red Wing in this moment and environment. Bearing the hopes of thousands, having absorbed thought energy several times greater than her own limits, she now possessed the power to confront the giant wolf monster head-on.

"Crimson Lotus Echo!" The ultimate technique of her dreams, previously only existing in her mind due to insufficient energy, could now be executed smoothly. The blade in her hand merged from the myriad flashes of sword light, further gathering the energy scattered before, and she swung it forward.

The blade of energy formed from longing created immense wind pressure, slicing into the giant wolf's body with unstoppable force. The wolf's body, previously impervious to visible wounds, was forcibly cut open with a gash nearly two meters long.

"Howl... Roar!" The giant wolf, formed from negative emotions, howled to the sky, emitting a wolf's howl remarkably similar to its real-world counterpart.

The crowd watching the live broadcast erupted in cheers, their deafening roars reaching even Lovi, who was on the battlefield, as Red Wing's attack severely wounded the seemingly invincible beast.

He should have felt joy that his city was protected, and profound respect for the magical girl's courage in facing inhuman monsters. Unfortunately, Lovi felt none of these feelings. It wasn't a fact told to him by extraterrestrial beings; the cause of all this was the image he saw—a naked figure, wielding only weapons, relentlessly battling a monster.

Beautiful, brave, and possessing an inviolable sense of sacredness, yet in an instant, it transformed into an indescribable, obscene provocation. Her nipples, hardened by battle, and the tiny bumps on her clitoris, all revealed the girl's extreme excitement. This perverse sensation left Lovi bewildered and mad, struggling between reason and instinct.

Releasing Red Wings, a technique originally confined to the realm of fantasy, recklessly drained all surrounding energy of thought, reducing her expendable energy to a minimum, barely enough to maintain her appearance. Therefore, without the support of this energy of thought, her body faithfully reflected the consequences of using abilities far exceeding their limits—like a doll with its strings cut, Red Wings plummeted from mid-air to the ground. The night battle in the park, known by the public as

"Six,"

unfolded with a series of shifts in its course. Initially, the monster's incredible defense exceeded all expectations. Then, it was revealed that the magical girl hadn't been fighting seriously in the past. Finally

, Red Wing unleashed her full power, unleashing a barrage of attacks invisible to the naked eye, culminating in a magnificent, massive slash that forcefully pierced the monster's formidable defenses, inflicting heavy damage. It could be said that when Red Wing unleashed "Crimson Lotus Echo," everyone—those present, those at home, those filming, and even those watching the news afterward—believed that Red Wing had victory in hand, that one more strike would finish off the monster.

This explains the immense reaction when Red Wing fell from mid-air.

The red magical girl landed about five steps away from Lovi. With his skills honed from rigorous, strange martial arts training since childhood, he was confident he could save Redwing with only minor injuries, preventing her from making direct contact with the ground.

Just as Lovi was about to intervene, a soft squeak rang out, and a new naked girl appeared before him. Her long black hair billowed behind her as she ran, and her breasts, clearly showing the marks of a bra, still rippled with flesh despite being supported by a garment made of thought energy.

But what shocked Lovi most was her crotch. Compared to the unusually prominent secondary sexual characteristics of her upper body, her snow-white crotch was completely hairless, with two tightly closed, clam-like labia completely enveloping the clitoris and labia, resembling the shape of a young girl. "Giant breasts

, white tiger," the bizarre combination of words flashed through Lovi's mind amidst the battlefield. But when he saw the true face of the magical girl who had come to his aid, his mind went completely blank, and at the same time, a girl's name surfaced in his head.

Guan Yourong, his classmate. Although they belonged to different subject groups, the school, citing the need to make good use of resources, would arrange for both groups to attend classes together for subjects shared by both arts and science students. Guan Yourong was always seated next to him during these classes.

Ignoring the astonished Lovi—in fact, even Silver Moon couldn't see it—Guan Yourong, who was diligently attacking her textbooks at home, received an emergency dispatch notice from the mysterious alien creature in her house. The reason was the appearance of an extremely powerful magical beast, requiring the combined strength of everyone to defeat it.

The instant she heard this, Guan Yourong immediately threw away the pencil she used for studying and copying, and before it even hit the ground, she had already taken off her top and was reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. In less than twenty seconds, she completely returned to normal, then, holding her miniature, decorative weapon of thought, prepared to transform into the magical girl Silver Moon to provide support.

During the journey, the alien creatures informed her of crucial information: Redwing was in dire straits, and the alien being responsible for communicating with her was unable to establish a mental connection. To rescue her comrade in danger, Silvermoon continuously used her acceleration skill, allowing her to save Redwing before she made contact with the earth.

"Blade of Judgment, what's wrong?" Silvermoon asked her comrade in her arms after successfully rescuing her, while simultaneously increasing the distance between herself and the monster to avoid being unable to react to its attacks in time.

"N-nothing... I'm just a little weak from attacking too aggressively. I'm sorry to have shown you such an unglamorous side, Glorious Holy Lance."

Redwing struggled to stand up in her comrade's arms, but Silvermoon, still worried about her, held her even tighter.

"Silver Moon, you can put Red Wing down first. I've reduced her weapon output to one-tenth of its original level, so it won't worsen the situation." The voice in their minds came from the alien creature that accompanied Red Wing. Although these alien creatures looked and sounded exactly the same, each magical girl could clearly distinguish one from another.

Only after receiving the alien creature's assurance did Silver Moon dare to put her comrade down. However, Red Wing, who had also heard these words, was very excited. But her focus wasn't on her physical condition; instead, she was concerned about why her weapon output had been restricted.

"We'll talk about that later. Right now, we need to figure out how to defeat it." Silvermoon, who considered herself averse to thinking, assumed the same stance Redwing had used before, her spear pointing at the monster, ready to strike at any moment.

"Sorry I'm late." A third female voice entered Silvermoon and Redwing's minds.

"Netherworld Extreme Sound, how far are you?" The speaker was naturally Silvermoon, the only one still capable of fighting and who had just rescued her comrades.

"I just reached the range of telepathy." The third magical girl, known as Netherworld Extreme Sound and the guardian of the city, replied. Telepathy,

as it was called, was a communication between magical girls using extraterrestrial beings as a medium, allowing them to communicate directly through consciousness, with a range of one kilometer.

"One minute. Blade of Judgment, we must hold out for one minute before we receive reinforcements." Silvermoon said solemnly to the red magical girl beside her, "I wonder how much damage your attack just now did?"

"Sixty percent of the energy constituting the body has been destroyed." From her mind, Silvermoon's alien companion immediately replied, "In terms of pure energy, you are sufficient to fight, but not enough to deliver a fatal blow."

"Immediately restore my weapon to full power, and we can deliver another blow later." Redwing, gripping the sharp blade in her hand, interjected, "The surrounding energy of thought is still plentiful, enough to unleash 'Crimson Lotus Echo' many more times." "

No." The alien creature's rejection came immediately, "I will explain in detail later, but you absolutely cannot use any moves in your current condition." "

From the abyss of the nine netherworlds. A nameless, pitch-black thing. Flying throughout the human world. Playing a melody of a different name. Crystal blue and clear. Pure white and silent..." The girl's chanting came from afar, and at the same time, the surrounding energy responded. Using thought energy in a magical form, each time Youming Jiyin utters a corresponding word, her thought weapon controls the surrounding thought energy according to a pre-set method, ultimately attacking the target.

"Ahhh! Besides Silver Moon, Blue Feather is here too! Ahhhh!"

The magical girl using magic, her voice chanting incantations, was remarkably clear in the quiet, simultaneously calming the panic of the crowd who had just witnessed Red Wing's fall. The unexpected events unfolded one after another, causing the crowd's emotions to rise and fall. Now, seeing the three magical girls protecting the city gathered here, they finally felt a sense of relief.

"Blade of Judgment, you'll be responsible for protecting Youming Jiyin later. I'll go hold it off for now." After saying this, Silver Moon jumped forward without waiting for Red Wing's reply: "Thunderstorm!" Unlike

Red Wing's direct attack, which directly enhanced her weapon with thought energy, and Blue Feather's wide-range, indiscriminate energy attack, Silver Moon's moves, if categorized in video game terms, mostly belong to magical martial arts. The spear transformed the surrounding energy of longing into lightning, simultaneously swirling the air and forming a lightning-filled tornado.

Silver Moon wielded this lightning-infused spear, launching wave after wave of attacks on the monster. Each time the spear pierced the giant wolf, the powerful tornado would scatter a portion of its body, and then, once the spear tip penetrated the monster's flesh, the lightning formed from the energy of longing would obliterate it.

Snowy breasts swayed, cloud-like buttocks swayed, and Lovi's eyes were still fixed on his female classmate's naked body. At sixteen, a boy is at the age of greatest sexual curiosity. His training from childhood had little effect on purely physiological stimulation. Although he wasn't a breast-obsessed fanatic, the familiar female classmate walking naked before him, her beautiful body an invisible provocation, awakened his male instincts as a bipedal primate—manifested as blood rushing to his lower body, causing a large tent to bulge in his crotch.

What should have been a fierce battle, and as one of the common people, Lovi should have been watching how the war unfolded, was instead preoccupied with thoughts unrelated to magical girls or monsters.

He'd heard that wearing a bra for extended periods would leave marks, but most were light-colored and barely noticeable. However, the marks on Guan You Rong's chest, the bright red bra and its straps, were extremely conspicuous against her fair skin.

Lovi couldn't help but think that while Guan You Rong's breasts were already quite large at school, they still seemed a little smaller compared to the previous photos of her in Silver Moon. Seeing the marks before him, he realized that Guan You Rong must usually wear a smaller bra to make them appear smaller, yet still have such clear red marks. Only when she appeared as a magical girl did the true size of her breasts become apparent.

Like Red Wing, when Silver Moon threw herself into the battle for justice, confronting the monsters plaguing society, her bright red nipples quickly became engorged and erect. Most people wouldn't notice because of the magical clothing made of thought energy she wore, but to Lovi, she appeared completely naked. Because his focus was entirely on her, he clearly saw the changes.

A trickle of fluid flowed from her tender vulva, and with the increasing intensity of the battle, the blood flow accelerated, turning her skin a pale pink, and the amount of fluid increased, adding to her alluring beauty. Unlike Red Wing,

although Silver Moon was excited by spiritual satisfaction, she still remembered her objective: to delay her opponent until Blue Feather arrived to launch a wide-ranging attack. This was because the surrounding thought energy was all supporting Red Wing's ideas, unrelated to Silver Moon herself, so it had little effect on her. Unlike Red Wing, she wasn't unconsciously controlled by the thoughts of others, thus unable to change her tactical objectives.

"...Eternal and unchanging. Existence. Time. Space. Illusory and ethereal. Dream. The seals of the four heavens resonate with it. No return to the cage!" The chant, lasting nearly a minute, ended as Lanling arrived at the park. The monster entangled with Silver Moon was suddenly enveloped and oppressed by immense energy. Lanling's weapon of thought had been constantly altering the energy structure around the monster in the past minute, ultimately transforming into an energy ball that continuously compressed inward, forcefully crushing the already dying monster and reducing it to pure energy.

The monster fell and disappeared, and the magical girls, the heroes of justice, also departed. The high-tech long-distance camera created by Earthlings instantly lost the figures of three heroes who had once again protected the city. The people watching the live broadcast naturally felt a little regretful, but the joy of successfully defeating the monster again easily overshadowed this emotion, and countless people cheered from the bottom of their hearts.

Although the monsters hadn't actually committed any crimes, and the park, more than half destroyed, was caused by the magical girls, they firmly believed that allowing the monsters to roam freely would cause even greater destruction. The park's destruction was merely an unfortunate consequence, better than anyone being injured or killed.

Lowe, who could see through the magical girls' invisibility techniques, saw the three heroines who had just protected the city and its citizens reunite, their three charming young bodies standing side-by-side, before using their remaining energy to take off and leave the scene.

"Why are you restricting my weapons?"

The location was the home of the third magical girl, whose real name was Hong Yunyu. The reason for choosing her house was simply that it was larger, and Hong Yunyu's room had enough space for them to hold a meeting.

"We have informed the other teams about what just happened and informed all the magical girls to be careful. Furthermore, we are currently conducting computer simulations to assess the potential impact, and we will notify everyone as soon as we have the results." The response came from the alien creature communicating with Red Wing, but its words were not an explanation, but merely a statement.

"I...am...asking...why...are...restricting...my...weapons!" Each word, spoken with deliberate emphasis, clearly expressed Wei E'li's dissatisfaction.

"Because of unforeseen circumstances, these are emergency measures taken to prevent the situation from worsening." The alien creature pointed, and a 3D image immediately appeared in the air, showing Red Wing unleashing a series of attacks: "At the very beginning of the battle, do you even remember your tactics?"

The sudden question startled Wei E'li for a moment before she answered, "Abandon the usual special effects of your moves, focus on attacking, and use delaying tactics to wait for them to come. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"No problem, your tactical concept is very good." The alien creature nodded and said, "Then let me ask you again, what were you actually thinking during the battle?"

"Thinking? No, just following the previous battle..." Wei E'li couldn't continue, because she remembered her thoughts at the time: "It's so strange... at that time... at that time, all I could think about was fighting and defeating that giant wolf monster... and, and I actually managed to use the Crimson Echo... I couldn't use it during previous practice..."

"Hypnosis, you were hypnotized by the consciousness of the crowd at that time." The alien creature explained, "Because the thought energy you absorbed and used contained the expectations of the crowd for you, the real thought of 'hoping that Red Wings will defeat the monster.'"

"But I didn't have this situation in previous battles, and I can turn it back now, right? After all, I've already gone so far away, and I might not have this thought in the next battle."

"If that were all, switching back wouldn't be a problem. But the issue is that the energy of hopeful longing almost elevated your rank."

"Rank?" It wasn't Wei E'li who asked the question. Hong Yunyu, the provider of the gathering place and a top student, posed a term he didn't understand to the alien.

"Actually, 'rank' isn't quite accurate, but in your relatively simple language, terms like 'rank' and 'level' can roughly express it. I'll use a metaphor instead." The alien thought for a moment and continued, "A being revered by millions, enduring countless hardships, and finally, through the power of the believers' wishes, ascends to a divine throne, achieves godhood, and establishes a divine kingdom. This is called 'becoming a god.'"

"You…you…you mean I almost became a god just now?" Wei E'li was stunned by these words, unable to speak clearly.

"Yes, that's right. However, your physical condition is far from being able to provide a higher rank, and the energy of your thoughts at that time could only slightly raise your rank. In addition, it turned into an attack and left your body shortly after you absorbed it, so you were able to remain unharmed." The mysterious white-eared alien creature replied with a smile.

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