Dad, Please Let Me Be Your One-Person Fan!

The Super AI said regretfully:

"In that case, there's no point in sending her back to the ideal world."

"That Emperor has been gone for too long. We have no bargaining chips left to trade with the Divine Sentient Body. He will not waste his precious Time Cocoon on Liang Xiaoxiao again."

"Even the alchemists of the Empire might not agree to save a... monster."

After Chu Yuanqing was devoured by [Void], the Countermeasures Bureau could no longer unconditionally access resources from all aspects of the Empire as it had in the past.

In fact, if the Emperor's name hadn't been left in the world of the ideal state, and if Chu Yuanqing hadn't previously agreed to tour the continent as Emperor, the special class for Magical Girl at the Saint Roland Academy would have disappeared entirely.

Ji Qianju remained silent, sighing inwardly.

The Fruit of Relief can save Liang Xiaoxiao once.

However, this healing also has its limits. Resisting the erosion, self-destruction, and conflict of the calamity genes is as difficult as preventing a Magical Girl from degenerating.

Rather, it's an incomprehensible miracle that Liang Xiaoxiao has managed to persevere until now through sheer willpower.

Ji Qianju couldn't understand why the previous Dream Weaver teacher had agreed to let the other party transplant so many calamity genes.

One E-Class gene, one D-Class gene, two C-Class genes, and two B-Class genes.

The power of these six calamities, let alone within a human body, even if it were me, would only require me to immediately activate [Full Bloom] in order to completely abandon the physical body and preserve my life.

--The Pure White Knight.

This path of fusing the power of Calamity Beasts will ultimately be as fleeting as a shooting star, and will be sealed away semi-permanently with this person's sacrifice.

That's truly... regrettable.

Ji Qianju closed her eyes, unwilling to witness the cruel scene that followed.

Inside the cage, the girl's form had collapsed and shattered. Spiral staircases emerged from the swamp. Blood-red birds, flamboyant fiery trees, a half-ruined palace, tides surging and swaying throughout the laboratory, and a gigantic mass of flesh, as large as a bus and growing to an unimaginable horror, all spoke of the ending.

--it hurts.

Liang Xiaoxiao's consciousness was hazy. She felt as if she had returned to that laboratory, enveloped in countless fine threads of time, experiencing pain more desperate than death time and time again in order to respond to that expectation.

It's strange, even when facing death, he couldn't remember the person he wanted to respond to.

The girl was like a butterfly hovering on the tip of a knife. The fatigue from a week of sleeplessness was like a thick layer of snow, softly pressing down on her mind, disrupting the rhythm of her breathing, and causing countless illusions to appear in her eyes.

Loneliness, tranquility, and warmth.

The world is so gentle.

The sound of a flute I heard by the river when I was a child, playing softly and gently.

Ji Qianju opened her eyes and looked at the "monster" that was about to break free of its cage. The Magic Energy Particles in her hand flew like snowflakes and instantly gathered into a high-level spell that interpreted light and heat. The memory metal around her expanded, spread and deformed with a rumble, like a Rubik's Cube that was breathing and spinning, as if it was going to build a graveyard for it.

"Goodbye," she whispered.

The technique is activated, and the light blade expands.

The magical energy that turned the world into a vast expanse of chaos exploded and dispersed, evaporating the scattered flesh and blood. The entire laboratory teetered on the brink of collapse. In the blinding pure white, that person's corpse fell like drifting catkins, like ink splashed on an oil painting, tragically beautiful.

But... the bizarre and fantastical dream is not over yet.

In the central area, silvery-white flames burned fiercely, like a ribbon wrapped around Liang Xiaoxiao's body, gleaming brightly.

In a daze, she heard an unfamiliar voice, sweet and gentle, like the sky after a rain.

"Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid, breathe with me."

The whispers that echoed in her ears stirred her soul and awakened her instincts.

At this moment, even without a human body, she could still hear the sound of her own breathing. Ripples of emotion surged deep within her soul, and a grand symphony brought about an incredible miracle.

In a daze, flesh and blood were reborn, genes were reshaped, bones and form were woven together, and hair and nails extended. This human body was like a fruit tree sprouting new buds, easily reborn in the embrace of breath.

Liang Xiaoxiao snapped back to reality. The conflict between the six calamity genes had returned to normal. She stared blankly at her newly grown fingertips, and almost instinctively, without even realizing it, she whispered:

"Teacher..."

Before the girl could even process this confusion, she suddenly felt a fingertip touch her forehead. In an instant, a profound sense of majesty permeated her soul, and all the calamity genes within her body ceased their abnormal activity, surrendering in unison and returning to true stillness.

Liang Xiaoxiao looked up and saw a familiar face.

The vibrant colors and majesty in Chu Wangshu's eyes slowly faded. She dispelled the power of [Lord of the Disaster Swarm], looking at Liang Xiaoxiao, who had returned to her original form, with a sense that something was amiss. She murmured:

"Strange, has the trail ended there?"

Two minutes ago, she heard a very familiar voice calling her name. She went to look for it but could only see a back view. She chased after it but couldn't catch up. Before she knew it, she had run over here and bumped into Liang Xiaoxiao, who had broken free of her control and was back to normal.

The Little Cotton-padded Jacket, being kind-hearted, didn't hesitate to add a layer of seal for the other person. But that familiar voice and figure had completely disappeared, leaving her heart filled with melancholy.

Ji Qianju and Astrid were even more confused by this scene, and for a moment they looked at each other in silence.

What's going on?

What exactly happened?

How did Liang Xiaoxiao suddenly come back to life? And how did Chu Wangshu get here?

Inside a telephone booth in Zhelong Town.

Chu Yuanqing sat down against the wall, coughed for a while with a pale expression, and then wearily put on her hood. Her white hair on her forehead was a little messy, and her golden eyes were dim, with a barely visible crack in their depths.

The hibiscus mark on that Contract Chain has melted away like spring snow.

The Witch sat down beside them. She didn't blame the other person for forcing themselves to teach the child more; instead, she simply smiled and whispered:

"Now you can rest assured, she might really be able to inherit your Martial God Skill."

"And Xiao Shu, after this experience, she should have realized that with her around, even without that child's perseverance and willpower, many people can embark on the path of the Pure White Knight."

"But... before leaving, are you really not going to take a few more glances at them?"

Chu Yuanqing stood up, stepped out of the phone booth, looked at the flickering lights of Zhelong Town, and said softly:

"Don't look at it too much, you'll miss it."

So, that's fine.

After speaking, the forgotten traveler and the Witch walked into the night, disappearing like mist in the wind, never to be seen again.

Volume 1: 404. Snow Country, Like a Poem.

One week later, East Flow Island.

The train sped along the Joetsu Shinkansen.

The cascading rays of light spread across the snowfield, like clusters of burning flames, shimmering and stretching to the horizon, merging with the clear blue sky.

The howling wind suddenly intensified as it passed through the tunnel, like a variation on a melody, rising and falling with the distant mountains and fields, as if melting into the winding lines of a painting, interpreting an ethereal and free beauty.

"It's beautiful."

The Witch changed into a beautiful, modern winter outfit, down feathers framing her fair neck, her lovely face flushed. She picked up the only phone between them, turned on recording mode, and flashed a radiant smile at the person sitting opposite her:

"Xiao Qing, look over here, let's take a picture!"

The girl's pure white short hair swayed in the wind. Her left pupil was like molten silver, and her right pupil was a beautiful shimmering gold. Her exquisite and perfect features were lightly made up, which concealed the pitch-black cracks that resembled porcelain glaze. Her appearance was so stunning that it made people forget the mundane world. In the vast Snow Country, she was like a born elf, aloof from the world.

In the footage, the person is wearing the same black winter clothes as the Witch. Upon hearing this, she turns around and looks at you. Her calm expression is like rippling water, and a warm smile spreads across her eyes and brows, just like the shimmering light of Snow Country.

Amidst the sound of the camera shutter, her stunning and gentle smile was captured forever.

The Witch looked at the photos on her phone with satisfaction.

In Little Sakura's memory, there are three tips for taking photos: first, adequate lighting; second, holding your hand at a 45-degree angle and keeping the distance at arm's length; and third, only taking a picture of half of your face.

But for someone as stunningly beautiful as Qing Bao, the simple principle is that good looks can overcome any flaws; just take any picture.

"It looks great. It'll definitely get tons of likes when I upload it to TikTok."

To earn money for the journey and prevent Qing Bao from sleeping under a bridge in Hokkaido, the Witch maiden went to great lengths, racking her brains for a long time before finally finding a way to cleverly pass the real-name authentication and open a Donghuang universal savings card for cash withdrawals.

As for whether her casually filmed, half-baked videos can make money, her account, which she named "[The Last Trip]", has already gained 200,000 followers after posting only 7 videos this week.

Even without selling products, advertising, or taking commissions, a few hours of live streaming can provide a livelihood simply by relying on one's looks, easily covering the costs of food, clothing, and shelter.

Yes, that's the power of the Pure White Succubus.

The comment section of the video is now filled with outrageous remarks.

The Witch hadn't told Chu Yuanqing about the large number of followers on her account.

There's nothing we can do about it. Just a while ago, she had over 100 million fans and was poised to become a top idol, but Qing Bao has never seemed to realize her own limitations. I guess in her mind, making a living based on looks has never been a thing of the past.

This deeply ingrained concept cannot be changed by shooting a few commercials or appearing on stage a few times; it can only be said that she has only been a girl for a short time and needs some time to adapt.

Therefore, she felt that when the account had more followers, enough to make Qing Bao recognized offline, the bewildered expression on the other person's face would be incredibly cute.

Well, this is by no means a perverse sense of humor; it's just a targeted social education lesson.

Chu Yuanqing tilted her head, seemingly used to the Witch's filming. She looked out the window, continuing to admire the Snow Country's scenery, as if she were immersed in the mountain winds, savoring the tranquility that brought peace to her soul.

A week ago, after Sea Capital finished dealing with the aftermath, she didn't stay long before flying to East Flow Island. She originally planned to go to Hokkaido first to accompany the Witch to visit Little Sakura's family.

However, considering various factors, she plans to wait until Yayoi officially goes on a national tour and doesn't have time to keep in touch with her family before going to Hokkaido.

Since being entangled in [nothingness] and forgotten by the stars and the world, this is the only way I can now keep the promise I made to Yayoi on that day.

The problem is... without Yayoi personally leading the way, will she be mistaken for a bad person if she visits rashly?

Furthermore, the Countermeasures Bureau provides strong protection for the relatives of Magical Girl, so any attempt to make contact with them would definitely be noticed.

Chu Yuanqing had been troubled for a while when she thought of this, but she quickly put aside her concerns. The reason she was able to enter and leave the underground base of Zhelong Town without being discovered by the Dream Weaver Rabbit a week ago was because of the [Void] essence that was entangled in her soul.

This is similar to the situation in future dreams. The more she is eroded by [nothingness], the more she can adapt to, embrace, and utilize this power. It is impossible to erase the consciousness of a Disaster God, but it is very easy to erase her own traces and sense of existence.

In fact, the form of the ability it displays is somewhat similar to Xuan Bao's blessing.

"Xiao Qing, where would you like to go?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yuanqing looked at the Witch. She hesitated for a moment, then tilted her head and said:

Skiing, and hot springs?

Echigo-Yuzawa, a place that Little Sakura had mentioned wanting to visit together, was the destination of this trip. Just looking out the window, you can tell that it is a true Snow Country, with a large amount of powdery snow for a long period of the year, making it perfect for skiing.

As for hot springs, due to the terrain, this place can be called a hot spring kingdom. You can soak in three different types of hot springs at the same time. There are hot spring baths almost everywhere, such as Komako no Yu, Iwa no Yu, Kaido no Yu, Shuatsu no Yu... so many that it's hard to choose.

Chu Yuanqing wasn't very interested in these things.

Or rather, her material desires and all other desires were extremely low.

This can be seen from Se Se. Qing Bao is always forced to be Se Se. Even if she changes back to her previous gender, she would probably still be the kind of sexually apathetic pretty boy, the kind who would be fiercely attacked at night.

Therefore, for her, whether she soaks in hot springs, goes skiing, sees beautiful scenery, or encounters interesting or new things, it's all a matter of "it's good if it happens, but it's also good if it doesn't."

The Witch was different; she had already prepared her strategy. With a smirk and a beaming smile, she said with great interest:

"And sake!"

Echigo-Yuzawa is located in Niigata Prefecture, the rice-producing region of East Flow Island. I read online that there is a sake museum there, where you can drink 100 kinds of sake for 500 yen, which is a favorite of sake lovers.

Chu Yuanqing blinked and asked curiously:

"Can Yayoi drink it now? You're in the form of longing now, aren't you?"

The Witch nodded in satisfaction, crossed her arms, and said happily:

"Sure, the 'Thought Body' is more idealistic and much more useful than my old body. It won't be affected by mythological concepts, and I can retain my appetite and sense of touch if I want. I can even go to the hot springs with Xiao Qing!"

Chu Yuanqing suddenly realized why she occasionally saw the Witch eating potato chips and drinking cola. It turned out that it wasn't just an act or a mimicry, but that she was actually eating real food?

Chu Yuanqing asked curiously:

"Where does the food go after you eat it?"

The Witch pondered for a moment and replied:

"Of course it's digested. It's just that for ordinary people, eating is to replenish energy, but for me, eating requires energy to digest the food. Otherwise, it would just pass through my mouth and fall straight to the ground."

"But that's not environmentally friendly at all, so I eat very little, only choosing what I can digest and consume in moderation."

Looking at the Witch's adorable, calculating demeanor, Chu Yuanqing felt that she was becoming more and more like Little Sakura lately. She felt an urge to feed her, and after thinking for a moment, she said:

"When we're soaking in the hot spring, I can drink sake with you. That way, you don't need to digest it; you can just drink it directly from the hot spring and have a few more cups."

The Witch was somewhat tempted, but hesitated and said: