Regarding the fact that my best friend is a magical girl

"I remember, but I don't know much to begin with."

She didn't respond to my malicious teasing at all, but answered seriously instead.

“The interior of the Dark Seal is unaffected by Earth’s crystals, so my memories of her have not been erased.”

"...So not many people know?"

“I am not a good father. Since Yuehan’s accident, I have rarely cared about Ayao’s life. Even if his memory has not been erased, there is a lack of communication between us. I gave him a cold and lonely childhood. It is thanks to you that he was able to fill his spiritual needs and become a kind and empathetic person.”

Is this an attempt to repent?

Please, even though I have a halo, I'm not a nun or an angel.

“I don’t want to hear any of this. You should know I hate you, right? Even if the people have made Enheria a hero who went against the tide to prove the truth, in my eyes you are still a traitor to humanity.”

"I will take responsibility for everything."

"You always say that."

It's like the story of the boy who cried wolf—always just talking about it but never putting it into action.

I ignored her and pulled out my phone to start an intense self-search...

No, you don't even need to search.

The name Miluno and terms like "magical thighs" are constantly trending on search engines. Clicking on them reveals comments, but the content is more monotonous than expected, mostly consisting of enthusiastic fans praising and extolling. Initially, it might satisfy one's vanity, but after seeing it for a while, one becomes numb to it.

Ultimately, I feel nothing when people compliment me on my figure.

After all, I know my body best. Only people with no breasts or butt get compliments on their thighs, right?

We whiled away more than an hour like that, and it was almost time for takeoff.

Sun Ji walked to the cockpit and communicated with the astronaut in charge of piloting the spacecraft, but then a takeoff announcement came from the control tower inside the main cabin, indicating that the current takeoff conditions were very good, so they were preparing to launch ahead of schedule.

Everyone was ready, so that's the decision.

For us, going to the moon is just a long trip, and we're not that nervous about it.

This lunar spacecraft does not need to be strapped with rockets; it can simply take off from a runway like an airplane.

The ascent was not vertical, but rather at an angle of about 28 degrees to bypass the Van Allen radiation belts above the equator. No auxiliary rockets were used, so the gravitational force generated by acceleration was relatively small. However, for safety reasons, I still secured myself tightly to my seat in the main cabin.

Everyone except the two astronauts piloting the spacecraft is here.

It's not appropriate to talk during takeoff, to avoid biting your tongue. Everyone just looks at each other with unspoken wishes. The atmosphere is anything but lively.

After the spacecraft broke through the atmosphere, we experienced a period of signal interruption, but the pressure that had been holding us in our seats disappeared.

Now I can leave my seat and move around freely... uh, in a floating state?

Compared to the enormous zodiac, the spaceship's size prevents it from carrying a complete gravity generation device, allowing it to generate only a small amount of gravity.

However, this light, weightless feeling isn't bad; it can even feel quite comfortable.

"Miluno, you can go back to your hibernation pod and get some sleep... you'll be there when you wake up."

"Okay, I can't help with anything else."

Sun made this arrangement because everyone else on the ship had their own jobs.

Astronauts naturally pilot the spacecraft; those two always sit in the cockpit.

Scientists will conduct some space experiments on the ship, which has laboratories.

The engineers are debugging the equipment, and they also need to handle any problems that arise on board.

I'm the only one who's perfectly fine...

But I was just an insurance agent, adding a set of chopsticks and a bowl to the ship.

The spacecraft was quite fast; after all, it only took ten hours to reach the moon, which takes three days to reach from the ecliptic. The flight was also very smooth, and I didn't feel any turbulence. Only through the Earth monitoring screen on the main cabin could I feel that the Earth was getting smaller and smaller.

There were no personal belongings in the hibernation pod, but there was a soft blanket. However, the blanket itself was fixed to the bed with elastic bands, so it would definitely feel oppressive when sleeping in it.

I crawled inside and took off my combat uniform.

It's worth mentioning that the hibernation pod has a window.

Windows, which are nowhere else on this spaceship, are actually here, and they're even long and narrow, level with the bed, making it seem like you'd fall into the starry sky if you rolled over...

Ten hours is enough time to take a nap.

With this thought in mind, I closed my eyes, but unexpectedly, I fell into a sea of ​​consciousness...

It's been so long.

Light from all directions converged from the distant Earth, and my consciousness transformed into an enormous... luminous ball.

Why are they still dumplings?

"Miluno, come a little closer..."

"Save Michelle...that child..."

"Only your magic is real."

"This world... is not..."

"You will...reshape...this...world..."

The intermittent sound was very familiar.

It was the voice of a long-lost fragment of consciousness, only more indistinct than before, perhaps due to the influence of the radiation belt?

I don't know, but the message it conveyed to me was much more specific than before. Although it was fragmented, I could clearly feel what it was trying to express...

Only your magic is real.

What does this mean?

"Who are you? How can I get close to you?"

My inquiries, as always, went unanswered, but a continuous stream of noise kept coming.

"This world is fictional, and the destination you are trying to reach does not exist."

The sudden clarity of the message made the static seem like a radio station FM tuning in...

However, the positive emotions flowing here from all over the world are undoubtedly real, so how can they be called "fictional"?

“Fictional reality can also give birth to real emotions, but people’s souls… in fictional worlds… are hard to survive.”

I don't know if this world can be called fiction.

But even if it's a fictional reality, if even the people living in it can't tell the difference, then what's the difference between it and the "real world"?

"The future only exists in the real world. In any fictional reality, everything is predetermined..."

The sounds of the fragments not only became clearer, but also answered my questions that I had never voiced.

"You should be awake by now."

She said this...

My consciousness began to rise from the ocean.

"Open your eyes, Miluno!"

Who exactly are you?

Chapter 403 "Reality"

I finally managed to interact with that fragment of consciousness, but then my own consciousness was thrown out of the ocean of consciousness.

Forced to leave the dream and awaken in reality, what I see before me is not a hibernation pod of a spaceship, but a capsule-shaped...chair?

Her clothing was no longer the silver-white combat uniform. Instead, it was a simpler, plain white dress, somewhat resembling a surgical gown, but sleeveless.

But the hatch is locked, and I have to force it open to get out.

Just as I was thinking this, the cabin door opened automatically, as if it were afraid I would dismantle it.

"Is this...reality?"

This is a space full of contradictions. The ceiling and walls are decorated with futuristic wiring and circuits, but the main building that makes up this space is made of yellowish-gray rock.

The room was large, but there was nothing else besides the cabin chair I was lying in.

"Where is this? Is anyone here?"

He left the room barefoot, but there was still no one in sight.

Although the building is made of stone and earth, the walls and floors don't feel like soil to the touch; they are smooth and delicate, and they do look brand new...

Michelle created a new world.

Is this also a corner of the new world?

I was obviously brought here by that fragment of consciousness.

It shouted, "Wake up!", and then I found myself here.

However, according to what it's trying to say, I've been here from the beginning, but everything I've experienced before was just a dream within a fictional reality.

But that's impossible; how could a dream be so realistic?

Instead, this space is filled with an indescribable sense of contradiction and unreality, reminiscent of a dark, sealed hall.

How could this possibly be reality?

I need to leave here, but I can't use teleportation to return to Changkong City; magic doesn't work here...

No, the coordinates used for teleportation are invalid.

Both are new worlds, but their coordinates are different?

Or perhaps, this is the dream itself?

"Damn it, what's going on?"

Even as I swore and cursed, the building's exit still didn't appear. Wandering through the seemingly endless corridor, I came to another room, which was quite large, no less than the room where I woke up, but it still had no windows.

I can't even tell if I'm underground or on the surface.

But I can feel some of the life here.