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

The atmosphere in the alley suddenly became tense.

The wind chime was hidden in the cuff of her sleeve, her hand slightly clenched. The demonic true essence within her golden core was already gathering power, ready to transform into demonic power and unleash a powerful attack at any moment.

She only finished her disguise the night before last and only made her debut yesterday. Even if she created some buzz, it shouldn't be so easy for someone to target her.

After all, popularity is something that has to be governed by basic principles.

It's just a sudden appearance out of nowhere, a mere momentary surge in popularity. How can it compare to other magical girls who have accumulated popularity for at least a year?

Now, when people talk about this nonsense, Fengling just finds it funny.

She didn't have time to listen to these opening remarks; following her usual approach, she had to strike first.

If a demonic energy blade is unleashed and the opponent manages to block it, it means they're a tough opponent and you need to find a way to escape quickly.

If you fail to block the attack and get instantly killed, then it's a perfect opportunity to kill and loot the body before leaving.

Just as Fengling was about to make her move, the masked man suddenly spoke.

"Don't rush to do it."

He didn't adopt a defensive stance; he simply spread his hands, revealing a completely unguarded look, with a self-satisfied smile on his lips, as if he had seen through everything.

"It seems the information was correct; you are indeed a wild magical girl who hasn't been bound by rules yet."

"Looking at that huge and bloated Magical Girl Association, you must be utterly disappointed by now, right?"

The wind chimes paused for a moment.

What is this guy babbling about? I have no idea. I'm utterly disappointed in the Magical Girl Association.

But the masked man had no idea what she was thinking. He took a step forward and spoke in a tone that seemed to be used to lure a lost lamb.

"A lack of belonging, a reluctance to become a puppet to be manipulated, and a belief only in the power one possesses... I understand, I completely understand."

Fengling pondered for a moment, then flew into a rage.

You better translate this properly: what does it mean to have no sense of belonging?

In order to infiltrate the Magical Girl Association, she even spent countless days and nights researching, just to be able to disguise herself as a magical girl.

Now, they even have to take the agent's certificate exam and guide newcomers through the audition process.

Is there really anyone in this world who loves the Magical Girl Association more and hopes for its continued prosperity more than she does?

Only the person experiencing it truly knows how difficult it was, and it's something that others can hardly comprehend.

This is blatant slander, the most vicious defamation against someone who is so eager to join the association.

I'm so angry, but I can't show it.

Feng Ling's exquisitely beautiful face, which was breathtakingly delicate, had visibly cooled to freezing point, and her violet eyes exuded a chilling aura.

How dare he slander me like this! This boy is courting death and must not be allowed to live!

"It's enough to fool others."

The nightingale offered a feeble complaint.

"How can you even lie to yourself? Seriously, do you really call that thing a sense of belonging?"

The wind chimes paid no heed to this.

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The masked man clearly interpreted the wind chime's reaction as anger and embarrassment at being exposed, and his smile deepened, his tone becoming more certain, as if he had known all along.

"Looks like I was right."

He shook his head slightly, with a strange sense of superiority.

"But aren't you curious? Why are we here? Why were we intercepted so quickly even though we were able to hide our tracks well enough?"

This is indeed a problem.

Feng Ling's expression remained unchanged, but she herself began to have some doubts.

She was quite confident in her counter-surveillance skills; she had done everything perfectly along the way, and there was no way she could have been discovered.

"Your stealth skills are indeed very strong. Even our reconnaissance techniques cannot lock onto you. To be honest, I don't even know where you transformed."

The masked man glanced at the feet of the wind chime, then raised his head and changed the subject, raising a finger and speaking.

"However, as long as you are active, you will eventually leave traces. No matter how you try to cover it up, it will always be transparent to some people."

Big data is amazing, kid!

He chose not to explain, after all, the methods he used to obtain the data were somewhat questionable, and the more mysterious and unpredictable he appeared at this time, the more oppressive it would be.

Then, he clapped his hands twice.

Two men in black who had been silent received the order and immediately stepped out from the encirclement, standing behind him with two silver-white metal briefcases in their hands.

"Click".

Two crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

In the box on the left, stacks of brand-new banknotes were neatly arranged, drawing attention even in the dimly lit alley.

Judging by its thickness, it must cost at least 500,000.

When the box on the right was opened, a strange chill instantly wafted out.

Inside, two rows of finger-thick glass test tubes were neatly arranged, each containing a viscous, mercury-like, slowly rotating silvery-gray liquid.

The wind chimes were only glanced at before being ignored.

She didn't know what it was, and the nightingale suddenly fell silent, seemingly hesitant to speak, and looked quite wary.

"This is a gift to mark our meeting, and it shows our sincerity."

The masked man spoke gently, but his aloofness was impossible to hide.

That's how it is for wind chimes, anyway.

She remained standing in the same spot, without making any move.

The situation is somewhat unexpected. It seems that the other party is probably planning to recruit me. It's not too late to listen to what they have to say before making a decision.

"In this world, there are some things that the association can't give you, and some truths that magical girls can never reach."

"It's such a waste for a magical girl with such potential like you to squander your precious time on the association..."

The masked man extended a hand, making an inviting gesture.

"Why not abandon the darkness and come work for my master?"

The atmosphere fell silent.

The wind chime remained standing there, its violet eyes sweeping lightly over the two boxes before casually looking back.

Just like those piles of banknotes and the potion that should be some kind of good thing, in her eyes they were no different from the stones on the roadside.

"..."

Silence is the cheapest and most effective way to exert pressure. When you don't know what to say, it's always good to act aloof.

After all, people will fill in the blanks themselves.

Fengling was well aware of this; if she showed even the slightest interest at this moment, the initiative would immediately shift to her.

That's not good.