Even if you're a corrupted magical girl, you still have to try to redeem yourself.

"If you continue like this, we're all doomed!"

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"let me out!"

Do you know how to escape a dream?

"I know!"

"Then hurry up!"

"I can't do it in there! So hurry! Let me out! Buy me some time!"

The situation is indeed extremely critical.

Yuuki Yukina had to admit that Nishio Reki's judgment was correct.

If Nishio Reki changes the current situation, once his magic power is exhausted, both of them may perish here.

The cluster of tentacles in mid-air slowly unfurled, revealing Nishio Reki's body.

"Xiao Li! Hurry up!"

Yuuki Yukari shouted, and used the giant hand formed from her remaining magic power to strike at Hayashi Mustard, who was still in pursuit.

The giant hand was utterly insignificant in front of Lin Jiezi, serving no purpose other than briefly slowing down his movements.

There isn't enough time.

Yuuki En thought to herself, and blocked the path that Hayashi Mustard would have to take to reach Nishio Reki with her broken body.

But in that brief moment, Nishio Reki had already moved.

But she did something that Yuuki Yuuki couldn't understand at all.

He spread his arms and leaped down from mid-air.

Yuki Yui tried to stop her, but she had already used her body to block Lin Jiezi.

The string that bound Yuuki Yuki herself was stretched even tighter.

She simply doesn't have the energy to do anything else right now.

She could only watch as Nishio Reki, like a pale dove, fell from the sky, getting closer and closer to the dark earth.

Yuuki Yukino knew what was going to happen.

Yuuki Yukino also saw what was happening beneath her.

Just like on the first night I came into this world, a bright red flower named Nishio Reki bloomed on the earth.

Perhaps Nishio Reki was right.

Maybe?

Perhaps death does not exist in dreams.

Maybe?

Yuuki Yukina thought about it and clearly understood it, but she couldn't help but be momentarily stunned by Nishio Reki's unexpected behavior.

To fight against Hayashi Mustard, who has transformed into the original magical girl, he must be fully focused.

Focusing on Nishio Ryūki's momentary lapse in concentration was fatal enough.

Yuuki Yuki clearly felt something pierce through her.

Then, just like Nishio Reki, he began to fall.

Unlike the sinking feeling during a dreamlike moment, this is a real fall.

The howling wind, the weightless body, the bright red pain—everything seemed so real.

Even the pain of kissing the flower that Nishio Reki had created with his life felt so real.

But I shouldn't despair yet.

At least it won't be as despairing as it was on the day I first transmigrated and saw Nishio Reki lying in a pool of blood.

The bright red blood beneath her body was visibly fading.

Ling*Meng (Zero Four) is like a blood flower flying backwards, like a drifting firefly, slowly rising into the sky.

Like fireworks, I vanished without a trace after the explosion.

Nishio Reki, who had fallen to the ground and was now motionless, abruptly disappeared from the dream.

"what--"

Yuuki Yukina grinned and turned her gaze to the body of the Primordial Magical Girl, who had fallen alongside her and suddenly stopped moving.

Successful.

But I've already become like this...

Yuki Eri strained to raise her head, looking at the hole that Lin Jiezi had somehow pierced through her body.

How can we continue like this...?

As Yuuki Yuki pondered, her vision grew increasingly blurry.

If I were to collapse, I might be thrown out of this dream too.

The rest is up to Inuyama Tomoe, who is tasked with stopping Yumehara Sumireko.

Right now, I just want to rest for a while.

Yuuki En thought to herself, then closed her eyes.

But when she opened her eyes again, she didn't see the ceiling.

She saw herself.

I struggled to get up from the ground, completely naked.

The black magic patterns shimmered, and the self was once again embraced by the wildly growing tentacles (the ones that grew out of control).

Oh right, regarding the part at the end of the first volume that was criticized before, I've made some changes. Once all the revisions are complete, I'll ask the editor to replace it to make everyone's reactions more reasonable without changing the plot.

Chapter 134 Straw

Hours before the riots broke out.

Helica, with her eyes tightly closed, leaned against the tram seat, swaying with the tram's movements.

The mechanical electronic voice announcing the next platform could be heard from time to time, along with the rhythmic, dull sound of wheels rolling over the rails.

These familiar sounds irritated Helica for the first time; the persistent noise was like the sudden buzzing of a mosquito in a silent room.

If there are annoying little bugs in the room, Helica can try to get rid of them, which is not difficult.

But now, she can only endure the constant interference in her ears.

Of course, there were also the whispers among the passengers in the carriage.

Some were talking about the latest hot topics on the internet, some were chatting about their weekend plans, and others were complaining about various setbacks at work.

Everyone has their own life and shares their life.

Even if Helica, all alone, wanted to find someone to tell about her day, there would be no one to listen.

The events of the day left Herika with a strong sense of unreality.

It's as if you're in a nightmare, and everything that happens in the nightmare is just to torment you.

From the time she argued with her bandmates—no, it should be said that former bandmates—at noon today, Helica felt that everything was starting to become increasingly bizarre.

An extraordinary life might be nice for ordinary people, but Helica is not an ordinary person; she is a magical girl.

She didn't want to see the people she cherished leave her one by one amidst these bizarre events.

She felt as if she were holding the steering wheel of a broken-down car, and no matter how she tried to correct the course, she couldn't stop the car from crashing headlong into the trajectory of her life.

Finally, the car smashed everything it cherished to pieces, then took itself with it in a massive explosion that sent everything flying into the sky.

And then what? What's next?

Helica couldn't see the mess she was making.

A friend she had just met, a senior she had long respected... Herika didn't know why her luck had been so bad all day.

It's certainly wrong to attribute other people's suffering to one's own bad luck. After all, Helica is still here, unlike those magical girls who no longer have the chance to ride the train or suffer.

But those who still exist in this world, who are still thinking, will also draw pain from thinking.

Everything important to her was precisely identified and then destroyed one by one until her existence was completely squeezed out. It was impossible for Helica not to feel pain.

It felt like the whole world was playing a trick on me.

Even the thought of being manipulated by the world filled Helica with immense shame.

But she had to admit that it was like fate had given her a choice, making her roll the dice and fail miserably every time she took a step.

Then, let all the plots be pushed forward in the worst possible way.

Whether it was arriving too late when chasing the corrupted magical girls, or being powerless to stop the magical girls from going to tragedy, or even if he caught up with the enemy's shadow but still couldn't catch up with them to fulfill his duty.

All of this is not due to fate, but because of the corrupted magical girl who exists in this world.

Those dark, corrupted magical girls are the real culprits who tainted the life that Helica cherished.

Helica herself also bears responsibility for failing to stop them.

From the day Helica became a magical girl, she has shouldered the responsibility of fighting against corrupted magical girls.

The magic flowing within me also tells me this.

She became a magical girl to uphold her own sense of justice.

But is that really the case? What is Shan Qi?

My initial reason for becoming a magical girl was not to punish evil and promote good, nor to fight against corrupted magical girls.

All she wanted was to make that weak version of herself strong, strong enough to keep all the malice out, strong enough to shatter all the cold, hard realities she didn't want to face with the power in her hands.

But looking back, have my wishes really come true?

There isn't one at all!