Big Breasts, No Brains?

Evening.

Living room.

The TV was tuned to CCTV News Channel.

"Recently, the deeds of Magical Girl Pale have caused a huge stir online..."

On the TV screen, the host was passionately reporting on the passenger plane incident from that afternoon.

The footage repeatedly showed the shocking scene of Magical Girl Pale bracing the plane's nose with her bare hands.

The camera switched to the plaza, where traumatized passengers were being interviewed, repeatedly praising "Lady Pale as a savior" to the cameras.

Experts and scholars sat in the studio, analyzing the threat posed by Monster Demons and the combat strength of magical girls.

Even the forum comment sections that had previously been filled with criticism had completely turned around. The screen was packed with frenzied comments like "Lady Pale is forever the GOAT" and "Big sis, slay me."

"Well, this is quite the spectacle."

"Now it'll be impossible not to become famous."

Molly watched her own figure on the screen, the corners of her lips unconsciously curling upward as a strange sense of satisfaction rose in her heart.

The frustration of being misunderstood vanished completely at that moment.

But that pleasant feeling did not last long before she became puzzled.

"Still, why hasn't the government banned me?"

"That doesn't seem right."

"Are they unable to suppress it, or are they doing this on purpose?"

"As the saying goes, people fear fame the way pigs fear getting fat. I just hope nothing bad happens."

After saying that, Molly lowered her head and glanced at her wrist.

The bracelet was dim and lifeless.

Little Mo still had not awakened.

That timid little one had fallen asleep after helping her force out the Mimic Demon.

Molly tried calling out to her in her mind, but received only silence.

"Little Mo..."

Molly's brows furrowed slightly.

The power within Little Mo was pure and powerful.

And her origins were full of mysteries.

She was not simple.

Definitely not simple!

"I hope she wakes up soon."

"There are almost no snacks or fruits left in the fridge. I should buy some. Little Mo likes them."

Molly got up, slipped her phone into her pocket, and pushed open the door to head downstairs.

The fading sunlight spilled across the street, dyeing the road a warm orange-red.

The breeze carried a hint of chill, making the fallen leaves by the roadside rustle.

Molly had barely walked any distance from home when she spotted several people in black protective suits handing out flyers at the intersection.

Their movements were mechanical and stiff, and the words on the flyers in their hands were crooked and uneven.

When she got closer, she saw that they were spouting nonsense like [Praise Souls, Gain Immortality].

"Tch."

Molly rolled her eyes and quickened her pace.

These Black Defectors were like cockroaches that simply would not die.

They had clearly wiped out quite a few during the battle at Jiba Property Complex. How had so many more appeared again in the blink of an eye?

And they even dared to wander openly through the streets, handing out flyers and spreading propaganda as though no one was stopping them!

"What are the police even doing?"

"Are they seriously not going to do anything about this?"

Molly could not help complaining.

It was not that she had not considered transforming and dealing with them, but after thinking it over—

These small fry were so weak that even grinding proficiency on them would be a waste of time. As long as they were not committing evil on the spot, she might as well ignore them.

Molly walked on with her head lowered. As she passed a foot massage parlor with a sign reading "Life of Foot Enjoyment," two Black Defectors happened to walk out.

They removed their protective masks, revealing two sallow faces. Their steps were unsteady and their eyes unfocused, making them look like enlightened sages who had just emerged from a sauna.

"Hey, why do you think the world's population is getting smaller and smaller?"

One tall, skinny Defector stretched lazily.

The other, short and fat, raised a finger and said:

"First, my name isn't Hey. My name is Chu Yuxun!"

"Second, the more population there is, the fewer people there naturally are, you know."

The tall, skinny man said speechlessly:

"You're always making these terrible jokes. Did you really think I wouldn't get the Chu Yuxun joke?"

The short, fat man became anxious. He pulled out his ID card, pointed at the words [Name: Chu Yuxun], and said:

"Hey! My name really is Chu Yuxun. People have been making jokes with my name since I was little."

The tall, skinny man was stunned. After saying, "Nice," he became a little melancholy.

"When I was little, I had a dream of becoming Ultraman, you know."

The short, fat man froze.

"Ultraman? Doesn't that thing fight monsters? Aren't they our enemies?"

"Idiot!"

The tall, skinny man smacked him, an expression of longing appearing on his face.

"I wanted to become Ultraman, then transform in front of the person I liked!"

"Just imagine it—whoosh, suddenly getting huge and glowing all over. Isn't that romantic?"

The short, fat man suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly.

"That makes sense! Getting huge in front of the person you like really is romantic!"

Their conversation drifted into Molly's ears. Her steps faltered, and she nearly tripped over a pebble by the roadside.

"..."

Molly's mouth twitched. She quickened her pace, wanting only to get farther away from those two weirdos with bizarre thought processes.

They had just come out of a foot massage parlor and were talking about Ultraman and romance? What kind of strange combination was that?

She continued forward with her head lowered. Before she had gone far, she saw a crowd gathered ahead, chattering noisily as if some kind of recruitment event was taking place.

At the center of the crowd was a makeshift stage. A table stood on it, covered with a tablecloth printed with the words "XX Technology Co., Ltd."

A female reporter in professional attire was holding a microphone and speaking animatedly to the camera.

"Dear viewers, what we are seeing now is the recruitment fair for A City's largest technology company."

"We have learned that the job market is especially competitive this year. Even an ordinary position has hundreds of applicants competing for it. It truly is like an army trying to cross a single-log bridge!"

After saying that, she handed the microphone to the female entrepreneur seated behind the table.

The woman wore a sharply tailored suit, her hair meticulously combed, and gold-rimmed glasses. She looked shrewd and capable.

"Hello, President Wang."

The female reporter asked with a smile:

"May I ask what the requirements are for your company's recruitment this time?"

President Wang adjusted her glasses, cleared her throat, and said in a loud voice:

"Our company adheres to the principle of pursuing excellence. For this position, applicants must have a doctoral degree, be proficient in eight languages, and be skilled in computer programming."

"Additionally, applicants must be somewhat handsome, able to sing and dance, love sports such as basketball and rap, preferably wear suspenders, and possess idol-like charisma."

The female reporter was astonished, nearly dropping her microphone.

"Oh my, those requirements are so high."

"May I ask whether you're hiring an assistant manager or an assistant to the chairman?"

President Wang's expression remained unchanged as she replied blandly:

"We're hiring a gatekeeper."

Female Reporter (faints): "..."

Molly walked all the way to the supermarket and headed straight for the snack section.

She pushed a cart and tossed desserts like pudding and yogurt into it, then went to the fruit section to pick out several bags of fruit. Only then did she head to the fresh food section to buy vegetables for dinner.

After paying, she carried two large bags of groceries and slowly made her way home.

When she reached a street corner, Molly was a little distracted and failed to notice someone suddenly appearing ahead of her. She walked right into them.

"Duang~"

"Ow!"

A crisp, loli-like cry of pain rang out.

Molly felt as though she had bumped into something soft.

Looking down, she saw a petite girl in a red-and-white dress sitting on the ground.

The ice cream in her hand had fallen to the ground, and melted cream had stained the hem of her exquisite dress.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Molly hurriedly set down her bags and reached out to help her up.

"Are you okay? I wasn't watching where I was going."

The petite girl raised her head, revealing a face as delicate as a doll's.

Her hair was tied in a wavy high ponytail, and she wore a lace headband. Golden patterns were embroidered onto her skirt, and everything about her radiated an air of nobility and luxury.

But at that moment, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were wide with resentment.

"Are you blind when you walk?"

The petite girl pointed at the cream on her skirt, her tone haughty and irritated.

"Do you know how expensive this dress is? Can you even afford to compensate me for ruining it?"

Then, the petite girl noticed Molly's large breasts. She shot her a fierce glare, envy and jealousy rising in her heart as she muttered quietly:

"What's so great about being big? Big breasts, no brains!"

"..."

Molly's mouth twitched after being inexplicably called big-breasted and brainless. She held back the urge to retort.