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

Every minute, every second, every time, every event is relentlessly taking away what Helica cherishes.

Even if I become a magical girl, nothing will change!

I am still the same person, and I have never grown in the slightest.

Therefore, Helica stubbornly believes that she is also responsible for not making progress.

The tram seemed to get even louder, so loud that Herika closed her eyes tightly.

Three stops, two stops, one stop—the tram was getting closer and closer to its destination.

One stop, two stops, three stops, the tram gets further and further away from its destination.

Even Helica herself didn't know where she wanted to go.

She just didn't want to go back to that empty house, didn't want to have her mind filled with the events of the day in that empty room.

So where would be a better place to go?

Helica herself didn't know, just as she didn't know what she should do in the future.

The tram had reached its final stop, and Helica had no choice but to get off with a few scattered people.

Stepping out of the air-conditioned car, the sweltering heat caused beads of sweat to form on Herika's forehead, and she couldn't help but frown.

So what should I do now?

Helica still doesn't know.

She could only walk along the sidewalk beside the sparsely lit road, hoping that she would never reach the end.

Of course, she won't reach the finish line.

When Helica thought of the word "end," she found herself somewhat ridiculous.

Let's just go on until we no longer want to continue.

Since her lunch break, Helica hadn't eaten anything and had expended a lot of magic power. The double emptiness in her stomach and body made her unsteady on her feet.

Helica changed her mind and continued walking aimlessly.

It's strange, knowing that the night is getting deeper, yet I'm still wandering around alone.

Is this what they call being utterly dejected?

Thinking of this, Helica couldn't help but smile bitterly.

How much longer did they continue walking?

Helica herself couldn't remember.

She only remembered feeling sleepy, tired, and hungry, but she didn't want to go back.

Finally, we entered a restaurant that stood out from the surrounding buildings and was quite conspicuous.

Herlica felt like she was walking into the restaurant for the first time, yet everything around her felt incredibly familiar.

It felt as if I had seen this place before in a dream.

"Welcome, please have a seat here."

As soon as she entered, a friendly waitress led Herika to a table against the wall and guided her to sit down.

What would you like to eat today?

"Would you like something to eat?" Helica hesitated for a moment before taking the menu from the waiter. "What do you have?"

Opening the menu, the first page prominently features the restaurant's signature dishes, occupying an entire page.

Seeing that Helica's gaze had fallen on her shop's signboard, the waitress immediately began to introduce it to Helica.

"This is our restaurant's specialty. We use eels raised on our own farm to make eel rice. All dishes are made to order and prepared on the spot. Many customers travel this far just to try our eel rice."

"In addition to eel rice, our signature set meal also includes grilled eel skewers, clear soup, and chicken skewers. You can also experience various ways to eat our eel, such as bibimbap or ochazuke (rice with tea). One set meal can satisfy all your needs."

"And also, our..."

The waitress, who had memorized her lines countless times, was interrupted by Helica's raised hand.

"A bowl of pork chop rice."

The girl paused for a moment, then immediately resumed her signature smile.

"Okay, one bowl of pork chop rice, anything else you need..."

"I don't want anything else, just a bowl of pork chop rice."

Helica repeated her order, unwilling to say anything more.

This must be her first time here.

But she just thought the signature dishes here were awful.

But sitting here, she felt that the knot in her heart, which she couldn't untie, seemed to grow even heavier.

But she just became even more upset.

I was the one who chose to walk into the store, and I was also the one who found the waiters troublesome.

The real troublemaker is yourself!

The bell reminding her of her order rang three times, and a waiter came over to remind her once more before Helica snapped out of her long daze.

It's time to get my dinner.

With that thought in mind, Helica got up and walked toward the counter where the prepared food was placed.

She picked up the tray with her dinner on it, turned around, and walked step by step back to her original spot.

Then, somehow, the entire tray, along with her dinner for the night, slipped from her fingers.

A large bowl filled with rice and pork chops, a soup bowl filled with hot broth, and a plate with some refreshing side dishes fell to the ground along with the tray.

The mushy food was smashed into an indescribable mess in front of Herika, the spilled soup soaking through Herika's shoes and socks, and the sauce and oil painting on the girl's shoes were particularly glaring.

Helica froze, still holding the tray, her fingers trembling slightly.

what happened?

What have I done?

Why did it turn out like this?

Herlica glanced down with her equally trembling eyes at the mess that had spilled at her feet and on her body, almost filling her entire field of vision.

Then, he remained stunned.

The waiter trotted over, and the stares of the surrounding diners seemed to disappear from Helica's mind.

It's just that I spilled my dinner because I was tired after a long day, it's no big deal.

It's not a big deal?

If it's really nothing serious, then what is that hot liquid rolling down my cheek?

When I was writing the story about my beloved short, blond-haired boy, I just couldn't capture that feeling!

So it's very painful! Very painful!

Chapter 135 Opening Ceremony

The sound of cups and plates shattering on the floor seemed to serve as a pause, bringing the hustle and bustle of the small restaurant, which was still nearly full despite the late hour, to an abrupt end.

Everyone's gaze turned towards the direction from which the sound came, regardless of curiosity; it was simply an unconscious reaction.

There was nothing unexpected or argumentative. All the people in the store saw was a blonde girl in a high school uniform holding a plate, with overturned plates and a mess at her feet.

There was not a single person within two meters of the girl, and there was not even a slight obstruction except for the counter used to display the prepared food.

The only possibility is that the girl accidentally slipped her hand.

But people couldn't understand why the girl who slipped and dropped her plate would stand there in a daze.

Perhaps it was because this accidental mistake happened so suddenly that she didn't have time to react?

Those around them thought so.

But the girl who accidentally spilled her food had been standing there with her head down for a while.

It wasn't long, but it wasn't short either, lasting a good ten seconds or more.

But for someone who spilled food, ten seconds is really outrageous.

This was enough time for the waitress responsible for serving guests to put down the menu in her hand and quickly come to the girl's side.

Only when he got closer could the waiter see the tears silently rolling down the girl's face.

"Are you alright, sir?"

The waiter should have asked the other person to move aside and cleaned up the mess on the floor himself.

Faced with the silent tears of the girl and the mess on the ground, she resolutely chose to comfort the girl.

However, the girl did not seem to appreciate it.

"Don't touch me!"

The waiter didn't intend to touch the girl's outstretched hand, but she slapped it away forcefully.

"I...I didn't mean to touch you," the waiter muttered to himself, feeling wronged. He reluctantly withdrew his hand and rubbed his knuckles with the palm of his other hand.

"Do you need us to tidy up for you? I... that's what I wanted to say. Also, if you need, we can make you a new one..."

Actually, the waitress was also a bit confused. She was just a student working at the store, and in dealing with this kind of unexpected situation, remembering what to say at this moment was already her best effort.

But the girl still didn't seem to appreciate it.

Helica the Thunder God was not planning to confront the other party.

Her brain had been smashed into a pile of mud the moment the plate shattered.

She didn't need to come here to eat at all; she could have just gone home.

She just wanted to take this opportunity to change her mood a little and escape reality a bit.

Her last wish, like that stack of plates, was shattered into pieces.

As for it?