Chapter 392

Finally, since there is no Emperor in the ideal country, it is impossible to utilize the resources of the entire empire to cultivate Magical Girl. Furthermore, the conspiracy of the Cult of Disaster Gods is beyond anyone's ability to thwart. Let alone intensive training, the best outcome would be to be able to urgently halt the training and bring all the Magical Girl back to reality.

It's fair to say that these six months will definitely be wasted, and there will certainly be casualties.

If we trace this chain of cause and effect back to the present, the situation will be very different, directly affecting the final outcome.

The reason for this was a flyer and a shortage of tens of thousands of yuan. If Chu Yuanqing had won the lottery back then, he definitely wouldn't have chosen to become Magical Girl.

However, if he hadn't transformed, without the Magical Girl's idealistic nature to prolong his life, the funeral would have already been held, and the Lantern Pendant gifted by the Planet Consciousness would have been eternally dimmed, vanishing along with the glory buried in nothingness.

Of course, it's also possible that it ended up in Chu Wangshu's hands, but that's another story.

After the upper council's discussion, everyone was still shaken. Even though they believed that the will of the stars and the world would guide humanity toward the best possible outcome, Chu Yuanqing's experience was still frightening.

"On behalf of the Pure White Cult, I express my gratitude for everything she has done for humanity."

"Even if it's just one side of the story, it's really hard to imagine that the Saintess would believe him so much if it weren't for a karmic connection from a past life."

"I believe in Charlotte, and I also believe in Chu Yuanqing, who possesses that kind of [Flow State]. And it is precisely because we believe in the authenticity of the information that we need to inquire about more information about the disaster group."

"So... she's still going to participate in Third Performance, continuing as [Lighthouse] to carry out the final plan for <Flashdance>?"

"Astrid asked, and she said... there's no need to withdraw."

These words, extracted from the council, were all recorded in Astrid's mainframe. She was a cold, intelligent machine who was gradually losing the ability to read people's hearts, but she still held the highest respect for people like Chu Yuanqing.

But sadly, even knowing the other's past, humanity cannot offer any compensation.

Chu Yuanqing doesn't need to wield power; the resources and wealth he desires can be obtained by leveraging his position as the "Lighthouse."

The upper council merely submitted an application to the alliance, unconditionally including Chu Wangshu in the protection lists of various Kindling Project.

Even so, it can hardly be called compensation. Given the potential this Magical Girl has shown so far, she will soon be able to realize it and become Captain-Class.

So...

The higher authorities decided to forever remember this savior heroine who would eventually depart, to commemorate her in writing, entering her knowledge into think tanks, and engraving her in history, so that everything about her would be remembered for the planet, for the earth, and for humanity, just as... the ideal state treated that Divine Emperor.

Astrid stood behind this special family, holding a virtual camera, recording their heartwarming daily life that would be seen by others many years later. She stepped forward, walking towards them.

This Super AI, on behalf of many people in the present, past, and even future, asked her a question:

"Chu Yuanqing, have you ever regretted it?"

The Pure White Witch didn't look at the silver-haired, red-eyed girl. Instead, she quietly looked at Charlotte, who was holding up the clothes to the Little Cotton-padded Jacket in front of the fitting room. Her eyebrows curved, and the corners of her lips curled up as she answered matter-of-factly:

"A little bit, but never."

This is such a contradictory and strange answer, so strange that Astrid, and many others after her, never understood it in their entire lives, and so contradictory that if it were placed on a future exam as a reading comprehension exercise, there would never be a standard answer.

Volume 1: 364. Awakening Again, the Realm of Perfection, Little Cotton-padded Jacket's Wondrous Ideas. (5K)

The three days flew by; it seemed like only a blink of an eye, and half the holiday was already over.

Today, Sea Capital unlike any other city. The once clear and azure sky has been replaced by thick, dark clouds, and torrential rain, like an inverted waterfall, scatters countless silver beads across the earth, washing over this massive steel city.

The bus hub is located under Tianpu Bridge.

The girl, wearing a transparent raincoat and carrying a schoolbag, ran joyfully through the rain. Her steps splashed up a shower of water droplets like silver flowers. She hopped and skipped up the steps, reached the covered bus stop, turned back with a smile, and, panting, proudly put her hands on her hips and said:

"Ling Bao! I'm the first one here!"

Unlike her younger cousin, Xu Ling didn't have a childish competitive spirit. She hurriedly sought shelter under the eaves with her cousin to avoid the rain. After checking that her camera in her bag hadn't gotten wet, she breathed a sigh of relief and replied:

"Yes, yes, I know you're amazing."

The girl looked at the healthy and energetic Pei Xiaotong. The boy's bob hair was already mostly wet, but fortunately he had plenty of hair. He just looked a little disheveled. The JK uniform under the raincoat was very thin, and his waist was a little wet, so you could almost see the color of his skin.

The little girl's pleated skirt was black and made of a material that wasn't easily see-through, but it still absorbed a lot of water. Water droplets dripped from her smooth calves, and the cotton socks inside her leather shoes were the worst affected area.

Xu Ling took out a tissue, wiped her cousin's face, and said:

"Make sure you take a shower and change your clothes as soon as you get home, otherwise you'll easily catch a cold."

Pei Xiaotong still stood with her hands on her hips, looking extremely smug.

"Don't worry, I'm super healthy right now."

Xu Ling tapped her head, speechless, and unleashed her ultimate move:

"You better be more than capable; you've only just been discharged from the hospital and you're already acting so arrogantly. I'll tell your mother if you don't."

Pei Xiaotong immediately stopped putting her hands on her hips. She softened her attitude, blinked her eyes, and put on a pitiful look, immediately begging for forgiveness and admitting her mistake. She was obviously terrified of being lectured by her own mother.

Although her legs not only miraculously recovered after the [Calamity Wish] incident, her rehabilitation was also extremely efficient. In less than a week, she was able to walk briskly again, and was even healthier than before.

But in the eyes of her biological parents, seeing their daughter's disfigured body after surgery gave them a bit of PTSD. If Ling Bao stirred things up even slightly, they would lock her up in a room.

After playfully fighting for a while, the two noticed that the bus hadn't arrived yet, so they sat down one after the other.

Pei Xiaotong wrinkled her nose in displeasure. She put down her schoolbag, reached out to adjust her bra strap, and then, rather unladylike, twisted her skirt, squeezing out a lot of rainwater. She sighed:

"After this heavy rain, summer is almost over. The air is no longer hot and dry; it feels so refreshing."

"Yes, time flies."

Xu Ling spoke, she looked into the distance at the billboard advertising the Third Performance of "Flash Dance," then looked down at the camera and suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia.

She went to Zhelong Town a few months ago and was taking pictures of Little Sakura when she was holding this camera. It also suddenly started raining heavily that day.

Who could have imagined that a few months later, the other person would have escaped the bottom line, come incredibly close to their past dream, and become a hot idol? Flashdance would also have transformed from a global Talent Show into a special organization that recruits and trains Magical Girl.

And what about me? I'm still in Sea Capital, still holding the same camera, still wanting to capture the moment the other person steps onto the stage.

The difference is that this time, in addition to recording Kiriwake Yayoi, she also wants to record the newly promoted Little Idol — Chu Yuanqing.

"Fate is truly wondrous. I wonder if Yayoi will also become Magical Girl."

After Xu Ling finished speaking, she suddenly had a wonderful feeling of witnessing history. She felt that this year's show fans should have a similar mentality to her.

No one knows for sure if their Little Idol will one day transform into Magical Girl as great as those in documentaries.

This uncertainty, just as Dream Weaver Rabbit said, is an unpredictable stage of fate, filled with a unique charm.

But there are still some differences. Fans will naturally hope that their idols can become more powerful and outstanding, and becoming Magical Girl is definitely one of them.

The problem is that this job is even more dangerous than that of a narcotics officer; one wrong move and you could end up in a documentary and become a martyr to be remembered.

Therefore, aside from a few extreme career-oriented fans, the vast majority of fans who truly love their Little Idol do not want them to become Magical Girl.

After all, it's too dangerous and unsafe, and completely detached from the Entertainment Industry. If someone were to die a heroic death, the deeper the emotions invested, the more it would break down defenses, making it a million times more terrifying than a house collapse.

Here we have to take Chu Yuanqing as an example. When the fans first guessed that the other party was Magical Girl, they were very proud and happy, almost to the point of celebration.

However, as a Super AI, with the assistance of various renowned directors, used its AI to synthesize and deduce more than a dozen Magical Girl commemorative films, which were then officially streamed and broadcast worldwide, the smiles of the Little Yuan Xiao children gradually disappeared.

--Huh? Why are so many documentaries about heroes being presented as soon as the existence of Magical Girl is revealed?

--What! Ordinary firearms aren't very effective against the Calamity Beasts, and soldiers are unlikely to appear on the front lines? Magical Girl = the human defense line?

--Oh no! Is Qing Bao going to have to live a hellish life from now on, going straight from the stage to the battlefield?

It can be said that the information gradually released by the authorities was a complete shock to the overjoyed Little Yuan Xiao, who began to frantically try to deduce in reverse and find evidence that Chu Yuanqing was not Magical Girl.

Well, in some ways she's actually quite cute.

Xu Ling was not one of them, because she had been "spoiled" by Xu Youyue, who had witnessed Qing Bao's transformation, and had no choice but to accept the reality that the other party was Magical Girl, directly entering the stage of praying for world peace and begging for divine intervention.

"I think Little Sakura is definitely Magical Girl, right?"

Pei Xiaotong dragged away a small leather shoe and complained:

"Look, the official statement has already said that [Flow State] is related to magic. It's now generally accepted online that the higher the idol's level and the more skilled the contestant, the more likely they are to become Magical Girl."

"Some fans have already started setting up Magical Girl new fan clubs for their idols, and I heard that they're different from regular fan clubs."

Xu Ling glanced towards the bridge, where the police tape, still partially erected, and a dozen or so parked police cars were bathed in heavy rain. She said expectantly:

"That's why we came early today to scout out the venue. There's bound to be some amazing stuff at this Public Performance; we might even get to see the Little Idol transform or perform magic!"

Pei Xiaotong said regretfully:

"What a pity, the evacuation started several days in advance. We can only look at it from the station entrance. I'm starting to envy Ling Bao for having a ticket."

Although I successfully obtained the "Witch" magazine with serial number 1, its value has skyrocketed due to the special significance it has acquired, causing my phone to be ringing off the hook lately. But it's still amazing to be able to see my Little Idol in person at the event!

Xu Ling didn't speak. Listening to the sound of the rain, she couldn't help but proudly boast:

"Hmph, Qing Bao and Little Sakura are even more beautiful offline than online!"

Pei Xiaotong couldn't help but ask:

"Is Xuan Bao this big offline too?"

Xu Ling glanced at her cousin's flat chest, which resembled a washboard, drew a huge circle in the air, and said seriously:

"Of course, even from a distance, the Great Demon King is at least ten times, or even nine times, bigger than you. Qing Bao's isn't small either. I feel that Yayoi slightly smaller. The smallest one should be Liuli Cat Cat?"

Pei Xiaotong was extremely disappointed. That child prodigy star looked like she should have a B cup; she wasn't even as big as this cat, and her waist wasn't as slim either. Sure enough, only super-beautiful girls can be idols, right?

As the sound of rain gradually subsided, a notification sound popped up from Xu Ling's phone, diverting the two people's attention.

Wow! Qing Bao posted on Weibo.

The girls immediately huddled together, eagerly unlocking their screens and opening Weibo. Qing Bao's latest post had no caption, only a few group photos that looked similar to before.

The difference was that she was only accompanied by Charlotte and Chu Wangshu.

These three beautiful girls, all around the same age, are like a family photo taken in a sun-drenched sunflower field. They smile at the camera with upturned lips, creating a gentle, sunny, and positive atmosphere.

"Cute."

"Cute."

The two sisters gave their assessment in unison.

After Xu Ling finished praising him, she felt something was off. She frowned and suddenly realized something was wrong:

"That's strange. Xiao Qing and Xiao Shu both live in Sea Capital, so it's reasonable for them to hang out together. But why is Charlotte, who lives in Austria, here too?"

Pei Xiaotong analyzed carefully and said:

"Got it. Charlotte has won a huge victory in this power struggle. Liuli Cat Cat has fled to Gloriana, Little Sakura has returned to East Flow Island in disappointment, and Xuan Bao is still wandering around in Western Europe. This was a diversionary tactic, and she's won by a huge margin."

Xu Ling scrolled through the comments section.

[Alright, alright, now it's Qing Bao's turn to abduct the idol of the Holy United States???]

[Hilarious! Why does Yue Bao look like she's a generation younger than the other two when she's sandwiched between them?]

[A family photo of the three of them, right?? I'm already imagining how the other Little Idol will feel seeing this Weibo?]

[Strange, Qing Bao has taken many photos with other Little Idol, but this one looks particularly wonderful; it feels like happiness is overflowing from the photo???]

Are you happy...?

The girl looked up at the horizon where most of the dark clouds had dispersed, revealing a hint of blue. The downpour had completely subsided, and sunlight was shining through the gaps in the clouds, adorning the falling raindrops with golden light. She couldn't help but glance at her phone.

In the photo, Chu Yuanqing's gentle eyes and radiant smile are even more captivating than the sun after a clear day, making one wish to freeze that moment in time.

On the same day, in an old residential area.

Wearing an adorable cat paw apron, Chu Yuanqing squatted on the ground, her bright, cool golden eyes intently observing the desserts in the oven. Her attitude was meticulous, her expression very serious, and she appeared quite virtuous.

Her translucent white hair was tied into a chic high ponytail, revealing not only the curves hidden by the hem of her apron from behind, but also her fair and delicate neck, making one want to steal a kiss.

"Smack."

Charlotte rubbed her neck against Qingbao's neck with a self-righteous air, leaving behind a drool mark that Qing Bao found disgusting. She blinked her eyes and looked curiously at the very serious Pure White Witch, then hugged her waist, pressed her neck against her neck, and inhaled the alluring fragrance.

The Doomsday Diva seems to be petting some small animal, with a satisfied expression on her face.

Chu Yuanqing was used to this. She remained unmoved, upholding the dignity of a pastry chef, her expression unchanged, carefully observing the situation. Only her gradually reddening earlobes proved that her body was reacting.

Until he was repeatedly provoked and his concentration was affected,

The Pure White Witch, enraged, relinquished her control over the dessert baking and obediently handed the kitchen over to Charlotte, who claimed it was "Mom's job," while she sat on the sofa with her Little Cotton-padded Jacket to watch TV.

Unfortunately, because she found it difficult to speak up, she was completely unable to accuse Charlotte of her evil deeds to her daughter. She could only rub her cheeks and control her expression back to a dignified fatherly state to hide the blush rising on her skin.

Chu Wangshu saw all of this, but could only pretend not to know. She felt that the only downside to recognizing her as a relative was that she wouldn't be able to act as a disciplinary committee member to stop Charlotte from bullying Qing Bao.

And mentioning this...

"Dad, are Liuli, Yayoi, Sister Xie all going back to Sea Capital in a few days?"