Starting with "The Demonic Cultivation," I had no choice but to pretend to be a magical gi

"What are you two talking about?"

The nightingale raised a question.

"One dares to teach, and the other dares to learn. Saying you hate magical girls during the audition for magical girls? Even I wouldn't have dared to be that brave back then. Aren't you afraid of being taken down by the association on the spot?"

"Fortune favors the bold."

Wind chimes have their own understanding of this.

"If you have enough traffic and generate enough buzz, then you've already achieved half the success."

She glanced at Lin Zhixia, whose body was still trembling slightly in the wind but whose eyes had become much clearer, then turned and left, disappearing into the shadows.

"Go back and think about it carefully, how to make this character believable. Find some veteran actors and see how they portray this kind of feeling."

All that remained was a casual, perfunctory instruction.

Then it was as if it had never existed.

Lin Zhixia stood there, feeling somewhat exhausted, and slowly squatted down, leaning against the wall.

"I see... Okay then."

……

Fengling had already left the school, but she wasn't in a hurry to undo her transformation.

"Judging by the time, the new batch of goods should have already been put on the shelves. I might as well go and buy some more reference materials."

The purplish-black magical girl muttered to herself, skillfully bypassing various surveillance cameras and entering a blind spot, plunging headlong into a dark and cramped alley located on the edge of the old town, even in broad daylight.

This was a supply channel she had finally found. All sorts of magical girl scandals that couldn't be bought on the market, undeciphered magic files, and even some borderline items could be found here.

The story begins one afternoon long ago when a mysterious man in a trench coat stopped me and asked if I wanted some exciting entertainment.

It can only be said that as long as there is profit, there will be people willing to take risks.

She had made many groundbreaking discoveries here before, and only then did she realize just how dangerous her life had been.

"I can only say that she is a kind person. It's just that I don't know where she got so many rare and valuable items."

The wind chimes sighed.

Just walk through this alley and turn a few more corners, and you'll be almost there.

It's not too late to find a corner to remove the disguise when we're almost there; that way, we can better conceal our true whereabouts.

Beneath her feet were bluestone slabs stained with sewage, and above her head were a dense tangle of tangled electrical wires. Fengling lifted the iron shackles on her legs with one hand and swiftly swept past, trying to avoid making any unnecessary noise.

"I still can't understand."

The nagging Nightingale kept nagging.

"Even I know how terrifying many fan groups can be these days. If this sentence gets out, the public opinion will definitely explode. The malicious vote-rigging alone will be enough to push her to the bottom."

The plan may be wonderful, but it may not necessarily go according to plan.

"I know."

The wind chime stopped in front of a wall covered in graffiti, glanced at the various little GGs, and only continued walking forward after confirming that there were indeed new arrivals.

"If an ordinary person said this, they would definitely be bombarded with criticism, just like you said. But Lin Zhixia is special; she's practically maxed out with buffs, so she can use this move with complete confidence."

"She's the daughter of a former popular magical girl, a true second-generation magical girl with impeccable credentials. Moreover, her mother disappeared because of this profession, and her fate is unknown. She's a broken girl who has suffered from the trauma of her original family."

With this prerequisite in place, even mild complaints become understandable in the eyes of many, creating ample conditions for a dramatic reversal.

Wind Chime gave Nightingale a stern lecture, never missing an opportunity to take advantage of the CEO, this old relic of the demonic path.

You've got a knack for judging people, kid!

"First, establish the persona and generate a lot of buzz. Then, when most people start criticizing her for being ungrateful, gradually guide the audience to uncover her backstory."

Just imagine that scene...

"A girl who keeps saying she hates magical girls actually understands her missing mother's pain and sacrifice back then, and finally chooses to become a magical girl again to inherit her mother's will and fight to protect everyone."

This sense of fatalism, the tragic core of self-reconciliation for love—tsk tsk tsk, it can instantly reverse public opinion and quickly turn hype into popularity.

If handled properly, it could even bring out all of Lin Zhixia's mother's nostalgic fans from back then. As the saying goes, being famous for being infamous is still being famous. I don't believe that with such a large amount of traffic and controversy, it won't be able to push the popularity to the top of the charts.

The nightingale fell silent.

Even she had to admit that if she really followed this idea, it seemed that such an effect could indeed be achieved.

"Sometimes I really wonder, between you and me, who is the real demon?"

The nightingale managed to utter this comment.

She felt incredibly innocent compared to this guy.

Then I, the Heavenly Demon from Beyond the Realm, am the true demonic path! Could it be you, a mere Golden Core stage demonic cultivator?

The wind chime remained noncommittal.

Just as he was about to leave the alley, he stopped in his tracks, his black boots hovering in mid-air before gently landing without making a sound.

The purplish-black magical girl stood in the middle of the alley, surrounded by mottled brick walls and scattered clutter.

Then she slowly raised her head, her violet eyes darting around as she casually surveyed the empty shadows around her.

"Come out."

The ethereal and cool voice echoed through the alley.

"You've been following me all this way, don't you feel tired?"

The nightingale was startled.

"Who? Who followed me? How come I didn't notice them at all?!"

Has my identity been exposed so quickly? Oh no!

"Calm down, I didn't notice either."

"Then what are you yelling about?"

The nightingale was enraged.

"Shouting out a couple of times doesn't cost anything. After all, according to the usual pattern, there's usually an ambush in these dark corners. If no one comes out, there's no loss, but if someone does come out... wouldn't that make me seem mysterious?"

Wind chimes have always been done this way; it's just something I do casually.

"..."

The nightingale didn't want to talk to her.

However, it was at this moment that...

In the depths of the once deserted alley, the air began to distort like ripples on water.

Several blurry figures slowly emerged from the wall, each wearing a semi-transparent cloak and holding strangely shaped weapons, forming a fan shape to block the wind chimes in the middle.

The wind chimes were also taken aback.

There really is one?

"Slap, slap, slap."

A crisp clapping sound came from the figure directly in front.

The man slowly pulled down his hood, revealing a masked face, and looked at the wind chimes standing in the middle of the alley, their posture unchanged, his tone filled with undisguised admiration.

"As expected of Magical Girl Wind Chime."

"It can even detect our latest Void Concealment Field. This level of perception is simply exaggeratedly sharp."

Wind chimes: ?

You think you're so special for coming? Am I that famous?