Apocalypse, then transforming into a magical girl

Wait, Xia Zhaozhao?

Xiao Lü suddenly thought of a killer weapon against Xia Zhaozhao.

I once whispered something in her ear while she was still in bed:

"If you don't get up, I'll overwrite all your save data on your Switch."

The results were outstanding.

So, what about the wolf? What is her Achilles' heel?

Little Green's mind quickly flashed through her impressions of wolves.

Powerful, eccentric, and seems to reveal a slight feminine tendency, perhaps quite suitable for forming a band... No, no, no, that's not it.

I enjoy empathizing with inanimate objects.

as well as……

It is symmetrical, but not perfectly symmetrical.

They have an almost religious obsession with finding even the smallest flaw in something perfect.

A side ponytail styled specifically to ensure perfect symmetry in protest capabilities.

One pair of socks is long, the other short.

Socks that are one long and one short?

A perfect idea popped into Xiao Lü's mind.

This method might break her defenses; it's worth a try.

Little Green took a deep breath, bent down, and leaned close to the wolf's ear.

Then, with the loudest volume she had ever used, she shouted it out, word by word:

"Wolf! Wake up! You're wearing two identical socks today!"

"ah!"

The petite figure on the bed suddenly froze.

The next second, her eyes snapped open.

She sprang from the bed and sat up straight in a way that would revive Newton.

In those beautiful gray eyes, there was not a trace of sleepiness, only a tremendous terror as if the world were about to end.

This was the first time Xiao Lü had ever seen such a strong emotion in her eyes.

She was completely oblivious to the piercing sounds of battle; her first instinct wasn't to look at the monsters still charging desperately.

She simply lowered her head quickly to examine her legs.

Her gaze precisely fell upon the socks she was wearing.

One barely reached the ankle; the other reached the thigh, forming a perfect absolute territory.

Upon recognizing that sacred and inviolable asymmetry, the fear instantly vanished from her eyes.

She let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, his gray eyes slowly rose and looked at the instigator. There was no anger or question in his eyes, only a deep resentment, with a hint of the complex emotions of surviving a catastrophe.

Immediately afterwards, her brain seemed to finally boot up.

She finally noticed the other things happening in the room, the surging aggregates.

So she sat up and, without saying a word, instantly transformed.

Then, she gently raised her hand.

Instantly, all the metal objects in the room that could be called "pairs" began to groan under the strain.

Whether it's the springs inside the mattress, the sheet metal on the cabinet, or anything else, everything is twisting and deforming simultaneously, converging in the air to form countless orderly blades.

The clash between ice and iron has begun.

Metal fragments mingled with the frost storm, and with an absolutely symmetrical trick, precisely disintegrated every approaching aggregate.

There were no unnecessary movements; it was elegant yet deadly.

The aggregate collapsed instantly.

Subsequently, whether it was their remaining biological instincts that finally made the most correct judgment, or whether the manipulator behind them finally realized that the script had deviated from its intended course, it is unclear.

The surviving aggregates ceased their attacks and instead displayed a "fearful" demeanor, even emitting uneasy hissing sounds.

Like a receding tide, they rushed back to the dark crevices from which they had come.

The battle ended abruptly just like that.

The wolf withdrew its telekinetic power, and the twisted metal, losing its support, clattered and fell to the ground.

She even casually stacked them on the ground like building blocks, forming a small pyramid that was basically symmetrical from left to right.

The room was filled only with a strong, nauseating odor and the steady breathing of the two people.

"What...did you just shout?"

She turned her head to look at Little Green beside her, tilting her head slightly. Her eyes were filled with nothing but curiosity.

Little Green slowly dissipated the storm of ice blades around her, leaving only the noise of the monsters fading away, the sound of rain, and thunder in the room.

Looking into the other person's innocent eyes, she sighed, a sense of powerlessness washing over her.

"...I just found a way to instantly wake you up."

"Otherwise, you'll be eaten by the mice."

"Thanks."

She nodded slightly, her sincerity evident in her tone.

Then, she seemed to be seriously considering the sensation of being eaten by these things.

"These guys... are not cute at all, I don't want to be eaten by them."

The reason for being eaten was simply because the other party wasn't cute. It seems that Xiao Lü, this unique girl's view on life and death, has also gained a new understanding.

"...Okay, let's not talk about that now."

Little Green frowned, its gaze returning to the ground.

The storm of ice and iron was indeed incredibly efficient, but it didn't seem to have killed all the monsters.

On the ground, a few of those translucent objects that wriggled like maggots miraculously survived.

The wolf noticed them too, and its brow furrowed even more. It was the expression of someone seeing a large cockroach while eating.

"How disgusting."

Little Green crouched down and leaned closer to observe.

These things were more complicated than she had imagined.

Beneath that translucent membrane lies not a single organism, but an aggregate composed of hundreds or thousands of tiny black insects.

They huddled together, wriggling and maintaining this repulsive posture.

"...The rat swarm's previous actions were so organized. I think it might be related to this thing."

As she spoke, she channeled her magic, using ice to completely seal the surviving insects.

I need to take it back to Bai Shuyuan to see; perhaps she can analyze some useful information.

However, just then, a series of chaotic footsteps came from outside the corridor.

Xiao Lü switched forms almost reflexively. In a flash of light, Xiao Lü instantly transformed into Zhao Jia's form.

He exchanged a glance with the wolf, and both of them tensed up at the same time.

The door was pushed open roughly.

Forensic doctor Lao Zhang appeared at the door with a face full of concern, followed by several burly men holding simple flamethrowers or fire axes.

When he saw the devastation inside the room, as if it had been ravaged by a typhoon, and the black slime covering the floor, a look of shock crossed his face for a moment, which then turned to concern.

"Are you two alright? We heard a really loud commotion over here, so we rushed over!"

"It's nothing, just some rats. Miss Wolf took care of them." Zhao Jia's voice was quite calm.

However, before the words were finished, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from the other end of the corridor!

"Something terrible has happened! Brother Lü—! Brother Lü is dead!"

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they almost instinctively rushed towards the source of the sound.

……

In Lü Rong's room, the tall, tattooed man who had been so arrogant during the day was now lying in a pool of blood in an extremely contorted position, with a hole in his chest.