Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1555 The Magical Girl Who Is Least Like a Magical Girl
The blinding light, like the primordial torrent of creation at the dawn of the universe, instantly engulfed everything in the narrow alleyway.

At the core of this pure light that empties the mind, the fragment of the bathrobe that Hiratsuka Shizuka wore—a symbol of daily life but now the greatest burden—was undergoing an annihilation that was both sacred and chilling to the bone.

The fragments were not burning, but rather as if they had been thrown into a "conceptual furnace"—a place where magical rules completely negated and reconstructed mortal things.

Every piece of soft cotton fabric, every comfortable fiber, silently decomposes and sublimates in the absolute light, turning into the most basic light particles, like snowflakes thrown onto the surface of a star, instantly melting away without a trace, leaving not even a trace of proof that it ever existed.

The air was no longer filled with the familiar scent of fabrics, but with a crisp, refreshing yet inexplicably unsettling "new life" aroma.

However, this is not the final chapter of destruction, but rather the prelude to a kind of "rebirth" that Hiratsuka Shizuka herself strongly resists.

A completely new and powerful magical energy, so unfamiliar even to her, was surging forth from the deepest part of that light.

It was like an ancient elven king that had been sealed away for millions of years, its heart being forcibly awakened and beginning to beat! This beating shook not only the air, but also the space itself.

Each invisible "magical heartbeat" spreads, causing this spacetime, frozen by supernatural forces, to tremble painfully!
The solidified air, like jelly kneaded by an invisible hand, rippled with twisted waves; tiny pebbles on the ground floated and jumped irrationally; and from the depths of the alley walls came a muffled hum, as if ancient bricks were groaning under the weight of magic.

This power was pure and vast, carrying an undeniable force, yet it set off alarm bells in Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart at the core of the cocoon of light, stirring up a strong sense of foreboding.

The goblin's brutal charge shattered the frozen air, sending a stench of rubble and sand crashing down upon us. Its massive body was like a runaway battering ram, each step causing the cobblestones of the alley to groan in agony and crack inch by inch.

Those cloudy yellow eyes were completely ignited by a violent, bestial rage, locking onto the blurry, slender figure taking shape at the core of the light.

The heavy machete trailing behind it suddenly rose up, its rusty blade tearing through the air as it charged forward, emitting a piercing shriek!

The target is the very center of the light cocoon!
Just as the blade, carrying destructive power, was about to cleave into the stream of blazing white light—

Light has undergone a revolutionary reversal!

The torrent of light that had been flowing wildly, trying to illuminate the entire universe, did not dissipate. Instead, it surged, compressed, and condensed at a speed beyond comprehension towards the single, upright figure at its core!
As if the process of the universe's expansion had been forcibly rewound, all the light, all the magic, and all the dissipated particles were forcibly gathered together by a supreme law originating from the contract!

Inside the alley, the absolute, stark white that could blind anyone was instantly removed!
Instead, there is a suffocating, pure darkness, like falling into a dark, deep sea!

This darkness is an absolute "empty space" formed by highly condensed magic, which completely swallows up even sound.

The goblin's roar, the whistling of the blade—all sounds ceased abruptly, leaving only the dull echo of a heart pounding wildly in one's chest and the sharp buzzing of the brain caused by lack of oxygen and extreme silence.

In absolute darkness, only one source of light stubbornly persists.

At the very core of the original cocoon of light, a wisp of light, condensed to its utmost purity, remains, as pure as the first star at the birth of the universe. It is faint yet resolute, radiating a deep, restrained, ethereal blue-silver glow.

This sliver of light clearly outlined a brand new, graceful figure.

However, when Hiratsuka Shizuka's senses returned from the extreme transition between light and darkness, the moment she looked down at her own body—

"What...what...what the hell is this?!"

A fire of shame and indignation, far surpassing the threat of goblins and originating from the depths of her soul, instantly ignited her mind! To hell with the tattered bathrobe and the elegant rebirth!

What covered her perfectly proportioned body, which at this moment made her wish she could dig a hole and crawl into, was not some majestic battle armor at all!

That's a magical girl outfit!

A magical girl dress that is both incredibly gorgeous and incredibly shameful!
The main body is a deep silver-blue, like the midnight starry sky, so deep that it seems to suck away the soul.

But this depth is just the base color; its surface is covered with an extremely fine veil that flows slowly like liquid stardust!
This veil is not static; under the dim light, it displays a dreamy and enchanting iridescence, like mother-of-pearl—sometimes flowing with aurora-like emerald green and deep purple, sometimes spreading with molten gold-like red and orange, and sometimes settling into a tranquil cobalt blue. In the changing light and shadow, it is as if the entire nebula has been cut out and draped over one's body.

However, this dreamlike beauty represented only disaster in Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes!

The design of this dress... is simply a disaster!

The top was a strapless design that hugged her curves, outlining her enviable figure. The neckline was just right, yet it made her feel chilly, as if she might be exposed at any moment!
Two thin, shimmering straps (she doubted they could withstand a punch from her!) connected to a huge bow at her back, made of countless tiny stardust and iridescent light!
The bow was bigger than both of her heads, so ornate it was dazzling, and so childish it made her want to vomit blood!

The worst part is the skirt!

That was a typical fluffy miniskirt!
The skirt barely covered the top of her thighs, and its edges were made up of countless tiny, diamond-like energy points that moved lightly and gracefully without any wind.

Every time she swayed, she felt a chill in her legs, filled with a sense of insecurity about being exposed!

Beneath the skirt were two long, slender legs encased in some kind of semi-transparent, shimmering magical stockings.

The stockings have a unique texture, like solidified moonlight, outlining the beautiful lines of the legs, extending all the way to…

"Boots?! What kind of boots are these?!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka was roaring inside.

They were a pair of "boots" that covered up to the calves, also made of flowing stardust, with slightly upturned toes adorned with tiny starlight, and the heels... were even a little high!
This made her feel like a doll going to a kindergarten dance!

"Boost!"

"Boost!"

The energy of shame amplified, and her body constantly flashed with blue light.

Her arms were covered with long, iridescent gloves of the same color that extended down to her upper arms.

The gloves were made of a thin, almost invisible material, yet they clearly conveyed the feel of touch, making her feel even more awkward.

(End of this chapter)