Apocalypse, then transforming into a magical girl

Zhao Jia drove his wasteland-style van alone along the ring road.

He instinctively reached out and turned on the radio, only to hear a hollow static.

It's so quiet, it's almost unsettling.

After Xia Zhaozhao's pointless and boastful chatter disappeared, the world seemed to finally return to how it should be after the apocalypse.

Just then, several wriggling dark figures on the road caught his attention.

A small, swarming group. There were about four or five of them, none of them very large. They were the most basic, least threatening kind of small fish.

"Tsk, troublesome."

He had no intention of transforming; he didn't need to deal with this kind of person.

He gripped the steering wheel firmly, stepped on the gas, and the bread truck roared past.

He even had the leisure to make minor adjustments to the direction, aligning the right side of the vehicle with the horde of monsters.

This way, the splattered slime from crushing them won't stick to the windshield in the driver's seat.

"Pfft."

After crushing it, he rolled down the car window, grabbed his revolver, and slowly fired three shots at the last remaining living creature.

"..." Zhao Jia was speechless.

The operation was executed flawlessly, but the result was that two bullets were wasted, with only the last shot resulting in a kill.

"At least I got some practice," he consoled himself.

But just as he was preparing to set off again, a strange feeling crept into his heart without warning.

It was as if someone was watching him.

"Is it just an illusion?" Zhao Jia muttered to himself.

He attributed this feeling to the mental tension of acting alone. After all, without that constant source of noise, the silence made his senses overly acute.

He shook his head, trying to shake the thought off, and continued driving towards his destination.

……

Finally, he arrived at the elevated ramp leading to the area near the crematorium.

He parked his car in a higher spot, making sure it wouldn't be flooded, before getting out.

Zhao Jia looked around and confirmed that there was no direct threat.

Immediately afterwards, a soft green light shone on his body.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of an adult male was replaced by a petite figure wearing a white dress and with emerald green pigtails.

"...It's that feeling again."

That inexplicable feeling of being watched returned.

Moreover, it's even clearer than before.

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The figure of the "wolf" hovered silently hundreds of meters in the air.

Centered on her, all the raindrops, upon approaching her, seemed to collide with an invisible repulsive force field, sliding away to both sides in a perfectly symmetrical trajectory.

She floated aimlessly, subconsciously using her telekinesis to suspend a drop of rain on each of her fingertips, shaping them into identical forms, and then listlessly letting them disperse at the same time.

Then, somewhat disheartened, she let them all scatter at the same time.

Symmetry, eternal symmetry. This power is immense, yet ultimately meaningless.

She surveyed the desolate city, searching for any unusual signs, hoping to find her prey.

Just as she was about to expand her search area, a moving object suddenly entered her field of vision.

It was a vehicle. A strangely shaped bread truck traveling on an overpass.

"So ugly."

In this world where everything has come to a standstill, any man-made object that is still moving is a top-level anomaly signal.

Her body tensed instantly, and the languor she felt when she was alone vanished.

Is he a survivor?

She flew silently toward the vehicle, carefully concealing herself as she went.

Soon, she arrived at the top of the overpass.

She saw the car run over several aggregates and then stop.

The car door opened, and a man in a raincoat stepped out, holding a well-maintained revolver.

gun?

The wolf's heart sank, and its vigilance instantly rose to its peak.

In this country, guns are strictly controlled.

She knew very well that before the apocalypse, it was almost impossible for an ordinary person to legally access a revolver.

The end times have only just begun.

So, what is this man's identity?

Was he a desperate criminal who stole weapons from somewhere during the chaos? Or was he a dangerous character operating in the gray area?

Regardless of the type, a stranger who can possess firearms in the early stages of the apocalypse must be considered extremely dangerous.

She hovered in the air, her gray eyes narrowed, and her gaze sharpened.

The man raised his gun and aimed it at the last remaining aggregate still writhing on the ground.

His movements appeared precise and steady, without the slightest unnecessary sway, like those of a seasoned veteran. This heightened the wolf's vigilance even further.

"Bang!"

The bullet missed.

"..."

The wolf lurked in the distance, a hint of confusion flashing in its gray eyes.

Did she fail? At this distance, with this target, it would be almost impossible to make a mistake for someone she perceived as a "dangerous person."

"Bang!"

The second shot, this time, the bullet barely grazed the edge of the target, bringing up a small patch of black slime.

The wolf's brow furrowed slightly.

This was no longer a simple misfire. Judging from the trajectory, the second shot corrected itself significantly, yet still missed the target. This indicates that he seemed completely unable to grasp the bullet's ballistic characteristics.

"Bang!"

The third shot finally hit the target.

The wolf hovered in the air, its wariness gradually replaced by a stronger sense of doubt and curiosity.

This person is strange.

His marksmanship was so bad it was genuine, not like he was faking it.

A lucky person who accidentally obtained a weapon? It shouldn't be one of those thugs who had guns before the apocalypse, or at least not someone who used them frequently.

She made an initial assessment. She subtly lowered the perceived threat level of this man by one notch.

Yet his demeanor was far too calm. Facing the monster and his own terrible marksmanship, he showed no sign of panic or fear whatsoever, as if he were dealing with an utterly mundane matter.

This composure, in stark contrast to his disastrous marksmanship, created a highly incongruous contradiction.

An asymmetrical beauty.

She watched as the man got back into his car and drove it to the exit ramp.

Then, something even stranger happened.

The man got out of the car and looked around.

Then, a green light emanated from his body.

Then, she transformed into a little girl wearing a pure white dress and with low, bright green pigtails.

"...Huh?"

The wolf felt a blank in his mind.

She subconsciously rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

A man turned into a woman? Or... a magical girl?

What... what's going on here? Does a magical girl contract have such a hidden clause?

Then, her first thought was that this green-haired magical girl possessed some kind of extremely sophisticated illusion magic that even she couldn't see through.

Very competitive.

But she quickly dismissed the idea. She could clearly observe that the red raindrops in the air around the girl were frozen and dispersed the moment they approached.

It's ice magic.

And the magical girls she knew each had only one ability.

Therefore, the "male" form with terrible marksmanship could not possibly be part of her abilities.

Therefore, there is only one conclusion.

A magical girl who can use ice magic, but in her normal life... she's a man with terrible marksmanship?

Wolf felt that her cognitive system had been impacted like never before, which gave her a mixture of confusion and excitement.