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

"Don't you think this village is too backward?"

After tuning the piano, Lu Ya dipped her fingertips in tea and wiped away a speck of dirt from the keys. "It's like a beginner's village in Dragon Quest—he doesn't like this type of thing, and he'd definitely be unhappy if he saw it."

That's right, Shion really doesn't like it.

It's too Westernized; it's not enough for cultivating immortality.

Our cultivation of immortality is the coolest thing ever.

"Besides, many places are inconvenient, so I plan to renovate the village. He'll be pleasantly surprised, maybe even thinking that a web novel has come true. He'll be so excited that he'll smash up Chongxu..."

"I won't smash things randomly."

That was just demolition and reconstruction.

I didn't take it seriously, nor was I particularly excited.

"Then, I want to build the outer perimeter, mine, um, he especially likes mining plots, turn the outer ring into a mine, and the organization name, it has to be very ancient and immortal cultivation, like the night watchman, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the list of gods, the Investiture of the Gods, etc... By the way, the name Chongxu comes from the 'List of Gods'."

I don't particularly like it, but mining is really not bad, right?

Lu Ya walked to the side and took out a blueprint, excitedly telling her about the future plans, "In short, it's a large amusement park, so he can have fun. Ideally, it should be the kind that can be smashed up as much as he wants, and then he can rebuild it in his own way."

"boring."

She wouldn't smash the entire Chongxu to pieces and then start some new construction—the underworld's cultivation of immortality was done by the Holy Hall, and had nothing to do with her, Ziyuan. The Holy Hall had long since severed ties with her.

No one could possibly see through my deepest thoughts!

"Although he would never say it out loud, I've always felt that he would really like a theme park based on online novels. In this respect, he's just like a little kid."

Ziyuan sneered. Sure enough, only an idiot like Lu Ya would mistake maturity for childishness.

In short.

As she spoke, Lu Ya stopped, looking somewhat disappointed.

"If I can't become a magical girl, I can't do these things, so I have to become a magical girl..."

Sitting at the piano, he played with a somewhat melancholy air.

Although I don't know what it is, the melody should be some cheerful tune, but Lu Ya played it with an extremely melancholic tone.

As Ziyuan listened, she suddenly spoke up.

The voice was flat, simply stating the facts:

"Why are you using someone else's heart?"

The piano music didn't stop, but the pressure of one finger changed, causing the pitch to deviate.

“Your so-called powerful personal reality doesn’t even belong to you,” Ziyuan said.

The hands on the piano finally stopped.

The last note lingered in the air for a moment longer, like the last drop of water unwilling to fall.

Lu Ya turned her head, slowly peeking half her face out from behind the piano. Her smile was still there, but her narrowed eyes held no mirth, only a cold indifference: "Huh, how could you tell?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head and gently shook it.

"Can magical girls even do things like this? I'm so envious."

"It's very simple for me."

“I see,” Lu Ya lowered her head, glanced at her chest, and confirmed the beating inside. “Is there a big difference between my thoughts and Jiang Si’s personal reality?”

"Because you are different people."

Then she suddenly stretched out a finger and pressed it on a piano key. A sharp, out-of-tune note pierced the quiet air in the tower.

"So how exactly can one become the same kind of person?"

She got up from the piano bench.

A gleaming little knife had somehow appeared between her fingers, its blade grazing her fingertips time and again, but drawing no blood.

"No matter how much you imitate him, even if you replace all his internal organs, you can't become like him. That's just too unfair, isn't it?"

"Heart, kidneys, liver, lungs..."

She counted them softly, pronouncing the name of each organ gently and clearly, as if showing off a treasure she possessed.

"How many things do I have to change before I can become one with him?"

Ziyuan stared at her expressionlessly, her gaze shifting from her heart to other parts of her body without her noticing.

Stitched together, pieced together, it ultimately resembled a corpse.

"I want to have the same dreams as him, the same personal reality. I want to see the world through his eyes, know his thoughts, and want to be a part of him."

"I want to empathize with him."

The girl smiled gently and brightly, "I want to be his magical girl all to myself."

"so."

Shion declared indifferently, "You cannot become a magical girl."

……

Am I still considered a magical girl?

Whenever Coco thinks of the casualties her brother caused in the crucible, the enormous losses, the almost suffocating blood mist...

This made her want to ask about it.

She didn't know if she had the courage to question her brother about why he killed so many innocent people—she had always thought that her brother was the same as Teacher Ziyuan, only targeting those with problems.

But how could the storm my brother stirred up back then possibly have filtered out both good and bad...?

It should be stopped.

It should have been stopped immediately.

At the very least, they should have rushed up and confronted their brother.

However, she hesitated, or rather, Jiang Si acted too quickly at that moment, leaving Coco no time to react.

Okay, Coco was indeed a coward.

Even if she hadn't realized it before, she could have asked Jiang Si after it was all over.

But in the end, Coco just stood there in a daze for a long time.

Until she was dragged away by the white fox and taken to Nightless Square.

The days of following the Holy Church to transform Chongxu on the first level were not too difficult, and most of the people in Chongxu simply followed the Holy Church's rules without a care in the world.

They are very easy to manage. They call it supervision, but in reality, as long as orders are given, there is basically no need to worry about these people from Chongxu slacking off or rebelling.

They were as docile as domesticated sheep.

The more this happened, the more intense Coco's guilt became.

As a result, she couldn't sleep at all.

The more I interacted with them, the more I realized that the people my brother killed were all very, very ordinary, pitiful people who had experienced a lot of suffering and had no temper left.

Those emotionless people from Chongxu would recount how their relatives, children, parents, or friends died in the disaster, as if they were telling the story of someone else who had nothing to do with them.

Yes, it's just a disaster.

There was no crying, no hatred, just a calm and ordinary recounting of events, as if she didn't even dare to cry.

What's even more unbearable is that.

Why...?

The daily interactions she had with her older brother made her feel somewhat suffocated.

That reliable figure, whom she relied on, constantly collided, intersected, and merged with the figure that shredded innocent people into a bloody mist.

If she didn't question her brother, the cries and pain of the dead, and the overwhelming stench of blood, would always haunt her in her dreams.

Even after waking up, that sticky sense of annoyance lingered in my heart.

But if you go and question your older brother...

Does this mean we can never be siblings again?

In that case, Coco would really have no family left.

So, just pretend you know nothing, and see nothing...

—If only we could do that.

When she was tossing and turning in bed, she would get up, climb to the roof of the sanctuary, and pick up the mirror she had exchanged from the main god space.

【Xiao Xuanjian】.

I don't know why there's a "small" prefix, but it contains a system that I got from the Land of Mirrors.

Since the destruction of the Mirror Kingdom, most of its technology has been passed down to the Sanctuary along with the Mirror King.

This Little Xuanjian is one of them.

"Mysterious Mirror, Mysterious Mirror, Cocoa of the North Sea, I respectfully invite you, please..."

"Oh, right, Xuan, the profound and wondrous method, the master of destiny and peace of mind, the way of cultivation, the practice of cultivation..."

The strange and tongue-twisting activation command, once recited, awakens Xiao Xuanjian, who can ask any question, but each question requires paying points.

The number of points is determined by the content the system requires you to answer.

[It's a pleasure to assist you. How can I help you? This system will answer any questions you may have.]

She thought about it a lot, but when all the questions were about to be asked, she suddenly changed her mind:

"System, could you explain to me the reason why magical girls were created?"

What's going on? What's happening to this world? Why are so many mentally challenged people becoming magical girls lately?

...Occasionally there will be such hurtful answers, the advantage of which is that you don't have to pay points.

"It's nothing, I was just asking, there's no need to be so cruel..."

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