Starting with magical girls, I'll reign supreme for eternity.

For her, playing a serenade was probably not an easy task.

Half a minute later, Lu Ya gradually got into the zone, and the melody flowing from her gentle fingertips became more natural, as if she were whispering sweet nothings and gently expressing her longing.

He tilted his head slightly, probably wanting to catch a glimpse of Jiang Si out of the corner of his eye.

Stray hairs fell down her forehead, obscuring half of her eyebrows and eyes, making her even harder to see.

As the piano music began to climb into the high register, Lu Ya's face began to flush with a faint rosy hue. Her fingers seemed to be lightly touching the tip of her heart, and the lingering sound sent shivers down her spine.

Occasionally, it will emit a soft, nasal hum along with the melody.

The swaying feet finally stopped on Jiang Si's calves, and with a lingering echo, it suddenly spoke:

"Speaking of which, I was listening to the music during practice, and suddenly a low frequency came in. I was thinking, why is there a bass in a piano piece? But then I realized it was my phone vibrating when I received a call..."

She kept rambling on and on, just like before, always telling herself about her everyday trivialities as if they were stories.

Jiang Si nodded and finally said, "This is the funniest."

Lu Ya paused for a moment, then bit her lip and stepped on Jiang Si's instep with her toe, "My jokes were clearly funnier."

"This is the funniest."

"The previous one was even funnier."

"This is the funniest."

"What I said before was something I thought of carefully, it's the funniest thing."

"If there's no work, you don't have to talk."

Generally speaking, the paths of two people are not compatible.

Jiang thought for a moment, then grabbed Lu Ya by the back of her collar, intending to lift her up, but Lu Ya jumped off him first.

It was as if they had already guessed what they were going to do next.

"Jiang Si, I'm angry. I won't tell you lame jokes anymore."

That would be wonderful.

Jiang Si glanced at the tape recorder next to the piano.

Speaking of which, the serenade that Sula played in Chongxu earlier was almost exactly the same as the one Lu Ya played just now.

Even the awkwardness caused by nervousness in the first thirty seconds was perfectly replicated.

Sura said that version was by Carl Boehm. When did Lu Ya change her name to Carl Boehm?

"Next, we should go eat..."

Jiang Si, sitting in front of the piano, did not move, but stared coldly at the figure running in front of her.

There is no doubt that it is Lu Ya Zhenren.

Whether it's a phantom, a data imitation, or something else, Jiang Si can tell the difference perfectly well.

The figure before them was a real person, without a trace of falsehood.

But that's precisely why Jiang Si found it even stranger.

You can't see me, can you?

The moment the words left her mouth, Lu Ya, who had been so lively on the other side, stopped.

It was as if a fixed process had been interrupted, causing the machine to stall, the footsteps, the breathing, the trembling of the eyelashes all to come to a standstill at the same moment, and then slowly turning around.

In that instant, it was as if the images were spliced ​​together, and Lu Ya was replaced by another Lu Ya.

The pre-recorded audio was replaced to cope with the unexpected changes.

The new Lu Ya, with a delicate face, revealed a helpless smile.

"How did you figure that out?" she asked, her voice tinged with a playful confusion. "It's perfectly flawless."

Jiang Si simply gazed calmly at that face that was gradually becoming somewhat familiar.

"But you can't see me, and you can't possibly hear my voice."

Lu Yana's ever-present sweet smile finally took on a hint of darkness.

It's like milk being slowly mixed into coffee, silently spreading from the corners of your mouth.

Although her smile remained unchanged, and the depth of her dimples maintained just the right amount of cuteness, it had already seeped into her black pupils.

It adds a touch of bitterness to the delicate sweetness.

"How much did you actually record?"

Having said that, personal reality began to spread within the tower.

Like a burst dam, icy light patterns exploded from Jiang Si's feet, and his self, which was above all things, filled every inch of the tower with unstoppable force!

From the doorway to the piano.

In just a few steps, hundreds of Lu Ya's figures appeared out of thin air.

They stood or sat, laughed or sulked; some played the piano, some brewed tea, some read books, and some spoke to the void—every movement was precise, every line was just right, and every expression was lifelike.

And then, there were more and more!

On the stairs, beside the table, by the window, in front of the bookshelf, under the chandelier.

Every corner, every crevice, was filled with Lu Ya's figure. They were walking, talking, playing music, dancing, doing everything Lu Ya might do, and saying every word that might be spoken with Jiang Si.

Lu Ya's illusory image almost filled the entire high-rise building.

Actions, expressions, lines, micro-expressions, breathing rhythm, pupil changes, even the fraction of a second of hesitation before the fingertips touch the keys, or even the one-second hesitation when the fingertips fall during the previous playing.

It is absolutely true that all of these recordings were made by Lu Ya herself.

I don't know how much time it took.

Jiang Si looked out the window again.

Lu Ya could be seen from almost every direction outside, maintaining a greeting posture.

They were densely packed together, like blue-and-white porcelain puppets, scattered throughout the village.

"Because, I'm just idling around anyway."

Then another illusory figure of Lu Ya in the high-rise building said, "Anyway, it's quite interesting to think about what Jiang Si will say to me, even if I can't see or hear it."

She reached out and gently stroked Jiang Si's face.

But actually, it clipped through the image.

As for the other phantoms, their positions were completely wrong.

Memories are eventually swallowed up by the river of time.

It's all in vain.

Lu Ya was still smiling.

Brilliant and radiant, as if they never know what disappointment or exhaustion is.

On this unfamiliar land, I rehearsed countless times, breaking myself down and then piecing myself back together.

Until the structure was presented to Jiang Si, it was flawless, a performance without any physical form that could deceive him for a moment.

"No matter what you say, I will definitely respond to you, Jiang Si."

Hundreds and thousands, countless illusory figures of Lu Ya, could find corresponding dialogues no matter what Jiang Si said.

Every option was thoroughly prepared.

Along the way, Jiang Si didn't even notice anything unusual.

This is the first time I've encountered a method that could deceive him in his personal life.

Jiang Si took a deep breath and felt a deep sense of respect.

Lu Ya, have you finally advanced from a junior friend to a fellow Daoist...?

Tens of thousands of Lu Yas turned their heads at the same time, some with doubt, some with smiles, some with reproach, and some with concern. However, all their gazes passed over him and landed on the wall behind Jiang Si.

There wasn't a single shadowy figure; you could actually see him.

Jiang Si then casually pressed a key on the piano, and the soaring melody pierced the tranquility inside the tower.

Before all of Lu Ya's illusory images disappeared, Jiang Si sincerely exclaimed in admiration.

"Truly, a demon brain of extremely high purity."

As expected of Fellow Daoist Lu Ya.

Jiang Si then continued to move upwards towards the top of the tower.

Time was forcibly pushed back.

Time flows at an incredible pace both inside and outside the tower.

So when they stepped onto the second floor, they found computers, mobile phones, and other high-tech items that seemed out of place in the tower.

Through the window, he could see Lu Ya standing in the center of the village, using money, machinery, and magic to gradually shape this desolate land into the rudimentary form of Chongxu.

By the time we reached the third level, Chongxu was almost fully completed.

Many magical girls and incubators surrounded Lu Ya, seemingly becoming her friends. Lu Ya laughed and chatted with the magical girls.

Then, standing atop the tower, they looked down together at Chongxu, a place with a new order, more stable, and more prosperous.

They made a vow to protect Chongxu until the very end.

However, upon reaching the fourth floor, one can see the team falling apart.

The split resulted in the Night Watchmen and the Witch's Guild becoming two separate organizations.

Everyone is fighting to break through the void.

Everyone betrayed Lu Ya.

Despite being the one who spearheaded the creation of Chongxu, Lu Ya is not a magical girl and possesses no power.

She was just an ordinary girl.

When her former friends turned against her, she didn't even have the right to resist—her authority was taken away, the super AI was suppressed, and in the end, even her name was erased from the map of Chongxu, as if she had never existed.