Magical Girls Never Work as Volunteers at Their Own Expense

Ziwei walked over and handed Clear Bell an unopened self-heating bento box.

Then he tossed Mint a packet of Compressed Biscuits and a bottle of water.

She tore open the last, slightly cold, boxed lunch herself.

While chewing rice, Su Bai rapidly pressed the calculator buttons in his mind.

The cost of this meal needs to be accurately recorded in the Team's expense report next month.

Clear Bell held the warm lunchbox in both hands and looked up at Ziwei.

"Will I be able to sit next to my senior during the next training session?"

She asked very softly.

Ziwei paused for a moment while chewing her rice.

"You can stay for dinner after training," she said, giving specific permission.

Mint lowered her head and straightened her skirt.

She noticed the newcomers' instinctive affinity for the leader.

Xia Ning remained silent, not daring to interrupt the girl's newly acquired sense of security.

Ziwei swallowed the last mouthful of rice and began to arrange the subsequent work.

The next short training session is scheduled for the night after tomorrow.

Ziwei looked at the two of them. "The rules remain the same: only control your unused Magic Power. I will record your consumption."

"The fight must stop immediately when the time is up; no one is allowed to resist."

She has no immediate plans to assign actual radiation handling tasks.

Su Bai mentally reviewed the required course schedule for Tianqiong University.

There are no evening classes the day after tomorrow.

This time difference is enough for him to find a place to eat two high-calorie fast food meals.

Then, deactivate the transformation and return to the school dormitory on time for roll call.

He reached out and pulled out the old cell phone that belonged to Su Bai, an ordinary person.

He tapped the screen and skillfully sent a text message to Su Xiaoxiao.

"I'm off my part-time job, head home right away. Finish checking the household accounts tonight, don't go to bed too early."

After sending the message, he immediately turned off the screen and put the device back in the inside pocket of his coat.

Clear Bell watched the entire series of actions.

She assumed the leader was dealing with some highly encrypted intelligence within the Team.

She couldn't see the recipient on the screen at all, nor did she know it was just a regular message from a brother to his sister.

Ziwei stood up and put the communication terminal and training memo that had just been recorded into the storage compartment.

She assigned the final handover work to Mint.

"Take her to the supply storage area and show her how the Team registers for supplies."

Ziwei pointed to the pile of boxes in the corner.

"I'll stay on site and wait for the Monster Hunting Bureau personnel to arrive and complete the handover procedures."

Su Bai cannot allow Ziwei's disguise to disappear at this crucial juncture.

Official personnel must complete the confirmation process for this bounty.

Clear Bell, holding a ballpoint pen, followed closely behind Mint.

She took a blank supplies form and carefully filled in the column for the person in charge.

I carefully wrote down the two characters for Mint.

When she encountered unfamiliar terms related to special supplies, she would look up and ask quietly.

Mint patiently explained the classification rules to her one by one.

Xia Ning turned her head and looked at Clear Bell's straight profile as she stood there.

Just a few dozen minutes ago, this girl needed to hold onto the wall to walk with difficulty.

But now, the source of her Magic Power is infinitely clearer than mine.

Xia Ning flipped through the notebook in her hand.

A bittersweet feeling welled up inside me, a complex mix of emotions I couldn't quite describe.

But she didn't stop guiding the registration process.

She understands her place in the Team; she's no longer just a combatant.

"Fill in the actual quantity received in this column; do not include the cardboard boxes that were lost."

"Okay, okay, Mint- senpai!"

Clear Bell gripped the ballpoint pen with both hands, the veins on the back of her hands bulging slightly from the force.

Mint closed the folder and walked up the steps to the Welfare Home's underground storage room.

This place is piled high with expired old ledgers and several boxes of unopened emergency supplies.

The air was filled with the musty smell of old, damp paper, mixed with the fishy odor of rusty iron frames.

At the entrance of the Welfare Home, the night wind blew in through the broken glass windows.

Ziwei squatted amidst the shards of broken glass, her fingers, clad in purple-gold gauntlets, fiddling with the pile of contraband weapons on the ground.

Three modified Abyssal-Energy Rifle, plus six fully loaded charged magazines.

She extended two fingers and pinched a wisp of Dark Barrier, lingering embers from the end of the gun barrel.

With a slight exertion of the fingertip, the tiny black spark was extinguished into nothingness.

Behind his gas mask, Su Bai mentally calculated the market value of this batch of secondhand goods.

The gunstock was cracked by Scarface's slam, and the magic circuit was slightly burned.

"These black market thugs have absolutely no regard for fixed assets."

Ziwei muttered something under her breath as she stuffed the guns one by one into a specially made Magic Power- shielded bag.

"Master, the Monster Hunting Bureau's patrol cars are still blocking the way three blocks away. Are you sure you don't want to hand over this stolen goods to the authorities to boost your performance record?"

Kabi nestled among Ziwei's long, purple-gold hair, only her pink ears peeking out as she swayed back and forth.

"Handing it over to the authorities will only get you a banner and a 3,000 yuan reward. Black Crow charges for used Abyss Abyssal Energy Gun by weight."

Su Bai skillfully typed numbers on the abacus in his mind.

"After deducting war damage and depreciation, these three broken guns can be exchanged for at least 50,000 Federal Coin at the Void Realm Exchange, which is just enough to pay for next month's lawn maintenance fee at the Manor."

"You even have to squeeze the Magical Girl's battle damage compensation out of the yakuza's teeth...?"

Kabi sighed, rolled over, and continued to play dead.

Ziwei stood up and patted the dust off her long, black-stockinged legs.

She glanced down at her phone screen; there were still fifteen minutes before the Monster Hunting Bureau arrived at the scene after receiving the call.

That's enough for her to clean up the surrounding traces again.

The underground storage room was dimly lit, and the tungsten bulbs overhead buzzed.

"Senior, those two boxes of Compressed Biscuits have been registered too. I'll go get them!"

Clear Bell placed the registration form on the wooden table next to her and turned to walk towards the iron shelf in the corner.

She has just regained her ability to walk normally, and now all she can think about is getting to work as quickly as possible to prove her worth.

"Wait, the bottom of the box is damp, don't..."

Before Mint could finish speaking, Clear Bell had already bent down and picked up the two large cardboard boxes stacked together.

A full forty pounds of weight pressed down on his arm.

Clear Bell swayed slightly, and her white high heels took a sudden half-step back.

With that half-step, the intricate White Magical Armor skirt around her ankle got caught on the barbs at the bottom of the rusty iron frame.

A soft hissing sound.

Clear Bell lost her balance completely and fell headlong into the ground covered with nails, along with the box.

The metal frame next to her was tugged by her skirt, making a grating metallic scraping sound, and the entire frame tilted down towards her back.

"Careful!"

Mint reacted extremely quickly, not even having time to draw her short staff from her waist, and simply stepped over it.

She braced herself against the heavy, tilting iron frame with one hand, and with the other hand she wrapped her arm around Clear Bell's waist, pulling her back to safety.