Being Pursued by Magical Girls After Becoming Their Enemy

Meeting up with friends to battle at an internet café was what made for a comfortable vacation. Even though the equipment at home was better, nothing could replace the atmosphere of chatting face-to-face.

Teachers at school called it gaming, but in Ling Feng's eyes, it was a pursuit! Esports! Electronic sports didn't require eyesight!

During the period after the high school entrance exams, Ling Feng and Zhao Ping had even played their way into the top 500 professional ranks. When they wanted to go even further, high school had already begun. Perhaps that was one of their regrets.

Inside the internet café, people came and went. A delicate-looking boy in a baseball cap slowly walked out.

The boy took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, and took a hard drag. The next second, he started coughing.

"Cough, cough... I really need to smoke less of these five-yuan-a-pack cigarettes. Ruining my lungs wouldn't be worth it." After saying that, the boy took another hard drag.

"It's my turn to go out and bring back food. I was planning to eat instant noodles, but this is the last vacation before finals. I have to treat myself properly."

Under the streetlights, the boy passed several intersections in a row before finally spotting the food stall up ahead.

The boy excitedly broke into a jog. After sitting in the internet café all day and then walking so far, his feet were already sore.

But once he saw his destination, he became excited and took off running toward it.

Because he had been sitting for so long, his reactions were a little slow. A second or two later, the boy realized something was wrong.

Not far away, an engine roared, rapidly drawing closer.

The boy only had time to turn his head for one glance before he saw a car speeding toward him.

He was sent flying by the impact, without even seeing the make or license plate of the car.

The lights were dim at night, so despite the screech of harsh brakes, the car did not stop in time.

The front of the car slammed into the boy's legs, lifting him off the ground. Then his upper body crashed into the windshield, leaving a large web of cracks across it.

The boy then spun through the air twice before crashing heavily onto the ground like a sack.

The driver did not hesitate. He stomped on the gas and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This time, the boy truly could not get back up. People quickly gathered around him. Some called 120 for an ambulance, but not a single person came forward to help him.

"My... f-K!! Am I going to transmigrate?!"

The boy lay on the road and tried to pull out his phone, but his whole body had gone cold, and he could not muster any strength.

After great difficulty, his hand reached into his pocket, yet he lacked even the strength to grip the phone.

Suddenly, a streak of white light cut across the night sky, drawing closer and closer...

By the time it reached him, it had transformed into a pretty young girl.

The girl had white hair and blue eyes, with exquisite features, though a trace of childishness still lingered in her brows. She looked no older than fifteen or sixteen.

Without a word, the white-haired girl hoisted him over her shoulder. A flash of white light appeared, and she vanished in an instant, leaving the surrounding crowd staring at one another in shock and uproar.

By the time the police arrived, nothing was left.

The Hit-and-Run Driver's Testimony

Late at night, the silent road was empty.

In the distance, the shadows of two people stretched long beneath the moonlight.

The girl walked slowly, carrying a boy on her back. He lay relaxed against her fragrant shoulder, squinting slightly in the evening breeze.

"Th-This... is this an angel? Have I already transmigrated?"

"Transmigrated my ass. If I hadn't happened to see you while passing by, you'd already be lying in a hospital."

The person on Ling Feng's back was none other than her classmate, Zhao Ping.

Ling Feng had originally planned to take a taxi home, but on the way to hail one, she saw Zhao Ping lying in the middle of the road.

The scene at the time was bloody beyond words. Zhao Ping had practically been lying in a pool of blood.

At first, Ling Feng could not see his face clearly. Only when she got closer did she recognize him. She hurriedly dragged him away, used up her last healing potion, and cleaned him up while she was at it.

Ling Feng dumped the dazed Zhao Ping right outside his home, rang the doorbell, and hid nearby. She did not leave until she saw Zhao Ping's mother grumbling as she dragged him back inside.

Ling Feng had a feeling that tonight was destined to be another sleepless night.

The night was pitch-black, as though endless thick ink had been smeared across the sky, leaving not even the faintest starlight.

By the time Ling Feng returned home, it was already past eight in the evening. She found that Ling Xiaoyu and the others were not home, which struck her as strange, so she made a call.

The result was that Ling Xiaoyu gave her a few perfunctory answers and said she would not be coming back tonight.

Apparently, they would talk about it after the exams, and Ling Wanqing was staying over at her place too.

Ling Feng was speechless, but she did not really care. She canceled her transformation and went to take a shower.

Even now, Ling Feng was still not quite used to that sweet, gentle female voice. Just hearing it made her feel heat rise to her head.

But that was normal enough. After all, her sexual orientation was fine.

Astral Mark Girls and magical girls still differed in physique. They might all look petite and adorable, but some of them could snap an adult man's arm with a single slender hand. That was probably something like a superpower gained after transforming, right?

Some Astral Mark Girls could not even beat an unarmed magical girl while wielding a sword. Ling Feng's strength was actually considered weak among them.

She really was no different from a frail little girl, and was even weaker than she had been as a boy.

When others became magical girls or Astral Mark Girls, their strength, speed, agility, and the like started at level two or three naturally.

Ling Feng's attributes all began at the most basic level one, and she could only make up for them through hard work. On the other hand, singing, dancing, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and all those other fields had completely maxed-out stats.

Even magical girl idols and singers only had singing levels of four or five. If Ling Feng wanted to, she could leave them all in the dust!

But compared to those things, Ling Feng preferred tinkering with blades, spears, staves, and weapons. Since childhood, she had grown up reading novels about martial arts masters, fantasy, xianxia, and cultivation.

She had watched countless anime series. Deep down, her true heart had long since refused to be confined by such things!

And her current strength had all been forged through her own efforts.

"Since I've got some rare free time, why not go for a stroll?" Ling Feng thought.

Ling Feng did not want to review textbooks. It was too boring, and after what happened to Zhao Ping tonight, she did not feel like gaming either.

But since she was short on money, going out would not accomplish much anyway.

Suddenly, a whimsical idea surfaced in Ling Feng's mind.

Tea eggs!

"That's it. I'll just boil a few and sell them. Once they're gone, I can go have a bowl of beef noodles. Or maybe I should investigate the hit-and-run driver who hit Zhao Ping?"

As Ling Feng made her plans, she got dressed and started preparing.

First, she boiled the eggs. Then she cracked their shells and put them back into the pot, adding salt, soy sauce, tea leaves, star anise, and a little water.

This was the basic original flavor recipe used pretty much everywhere. The rest was Ling Feng's own blend.

Ling Feng herself did not understand why she had decided to make this stuff. Wasn't it just boiling eggs?

Actually, Ling Feng had not seen Zhao Ping getting hit, so she had no idea how to find the hit-and-run driver. She simply dismissed the matter from her mind.

At that moment, inside the police station, the hit-and-run driver was already sitting in a holding cell. He had been stopped at the second checkpoint.

"Say, are the police really this efficient these days?"

"Cut the crap. How are you going to explain yourself?"

"Although I appear to be nothing more than an ordinary truck driver, behind this ordinary identity, I have another unknown identity: I am an envoy of transportation to other worlds! I search the world for promising candidates. Once I find one, I use a unique method to transport them to a suitable other world. Every person I send over will surely accomplish great things, while I receive meager pay for doing the work of saving the world."

The above was the testimony of an ordinary truck driver. Then, under the police officer's expression as though he were looking at an idiot, the driver was arrested...

An Elf Beneath the Moonlight

At night, beside Riverfront Lake, pedestrians wandered along the water. Every now and then, someone would look up, captivated by the magnificent sunset over the river, stopping in their tracks as their gaze met the white sails.

It was a rare weekend, and people visiting Riverfront Lake were packed shoulder to shoulder. The place was incredibly lively.

The air by the river was fresh, and the night gradually turned cool. Leisurely visitors gathered by the water in dense crowds—some strolling, some chatting, children playing in the sand and splashing one another in water fights. It was bustling with life.

Ling Feng found a good spot to set up her stall, because there were many people here.

Ling Feng had chosen this place because the surroundings were pleasant. It was near a small bamboo grove, so there should have been fewer people in theory, yet it was still extremely crowded.

Ling Feng looked toward the deepest part of the crowd. There was a small pavilion beside the bamboo grove, surrounded by people as though they were watching something. Ling Feng peered inside, and finally caught sight of it.

Inside the pavilion sat a breathtakingly beautiful girl, perhaps the prettiest girl Ling Feng had ever seen in all her life.

Ling Feng even felt that the girl seemed to carry a faint trace of how she looked after transforming.

The girl sat composedly in front, her dark brows slightly furrowed and her red lips gently bitten. Seated quietly in the bamboo pavilion, her slender jade-like fingers plucked at a guqin while her cherry lips softly sang a beautiful melody.

Her exquisite features seemed naturally formed, as dreamy and ethereal as flowers in an illusion. Her peerless figure was like that of a fairy fallen into the mortal world!

She wore a pale pink dress, untouched by even a speck of dust. Her pink hair set off that stunning face. Her fine willow-leaf brows should have seemed gentle and tender, yet they were faintly furrowed, making her appear stubborn and distant.

There was not a ripple in her indifferent eyes. No emotion could be seen on her graceful face. Her red lips were soft and pink, yet held no smile that could topple kingdoms. They merely adorned her cold face, and that chilly aura clearly declared: strangers, keep away.

Once the girl finished her piece, thunderous applause immediately erupted around her. Praise, admiration, and exclamations of awe echoed everywhere.

Ling Feng, however, did not pay much attention. She had not forgotten why she had come.

Because of the crowd, within less than ten minutes, nearly all of Ling Feng's tea eggs had been sold.

Ling Feng briefly counted her earnings. It came to around forty or fifty yuan.

Not bad. Crowded places really were good for making money.

In the morning at the old city, she had mainly relied on passing students and office workers. This time, most of her customers were tourists out for a leisurely stroll.

Ling Feng had actually been a little worried when she came over. Who ate tea eggs late at night? But there truly was no shortage of idle people.

Only a few remained, and Ling Feng did not plan to sell them anymore. She began packing up to call it a night when a soft, delicate voice reached her ears.

"Hello, please give me a tea egg."

Ling Feng looked toward the voice and froze slightly. Wasn't this the girl who had been playing the guqin in the pavilion earlier?

The girl's voice was gentle and soft, like wind chimes. Her expression was calm, and there was not a trace of impurity in her eyes. Ling Feng could not read any emotion from her and merely replied lightly.

"One yuan fifty."

After Ling Feng said that, the girl began looking for money.

At that moment, Ling Feng also began to wonder what kind of family could raise a child like this.

This girl seemed to possess no emotions or feelings at all. She could even be called indifferent.

Ling Feng believed that if that cold, stunning face smiled, it would be incomparably beautiful.

Her bearing was like an orchid—proud and aloof, yet still elegant and fragrant.

Her delicate hand lifted gently, holding a phone.

It was an iPhone 12!

Ling Feng recognized it at a glance! Damn rich people!

"Sorry, I don't have cash. Can I pay by phone?" the girl asked.

Ling Feng did not answer immediately. She remembered the Nokia still sitting in the left pocket of her pants.

She silently sighed. If only she had a touchscreen phone, she could at least try asking for her WeChat.

The computer Ling Feng used for gaming at home had been handed down to her by Ling Xiaoyu. It took half an hour just to boot up. Sigh, life~

"It's on me."

Ling Feng did not care much and turned to leave.

To Ling Feng, this girl was like an elf beneath the moonlight, both illusory and real.

They would not have anything to do with each other in the future anyway. It was only one tea egg. She was not stingy enough to fuss over that.

The girl stood where she was, quietly watching Ling Feng disappear into the sea of people as she murmured to herself.

"Is it really okay to take something from someone like this?"

The girl's slender fingers peeled open the tea egg, and she gently brought a small piece to her lips to taste.

"A faint lily fragrance..."