My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

Even someone as strong as Airwen at this moment, because she had to pour so much mental effort into corroding the Sacred Tree, could no longer calmly face their assault.

The black fog rising behind her seemed to have stalled.

Airwen looked like she had finally reached her limit.

In that instant, she mobilized her true power.

Clang—

A huge void suddenly opened within the three-colored radiance that surged like a tide. Whether it was the brilliance, the magic power, or the Truth inside, it felt as if nothing could approach her; everything was being erased and devoured by darkness.

Even the three meteors in the sky seemed to be struck as if traced and hit at their connections, emitting muffled groans. Their assault faltered uncontrollably, growing slightly dim in midair.

It was like…

Airwen had once again personally shoved away those three pairs of hands reaching for her.

Zihan’s right eye shed bright red tears of blood.

“Tch!”

Tang Keren gritted her teeth, forcing her body to remain aloft, but her magic power briefly became chaotic. “Damn it!!”

Although she hated to admit it… after reclaiming the Abyss authority, Airwen’s presence and pressure were simply overwhelming, almost stealing everyone’s attention, causing the Sparkle Values above everyone’s heads to barely rise.

But Airwen, who was still corrupting the Sacred Tree while having to split her focus to fight, did not look relaxed either.

She stood still and took a deep breath, the surrounding magic power and black fog surging in like tides, flowing into her body.

Silver eddies and black fluctuations intertwined, roaring and tumultuous.

Facing the gazes directed at her from the sky, she shouted, “This has nothing to do with you!!!”

Yet at that very moment,

A scarlet flame had already surged forward.

At this moment, the crimson magical girl wielded a crimson microphone staff like a burning long sword and swung it fiercely at her.

Airwen’s silhouette blurred instinctively once more.

From her perspective, the staff drew nearer and nearer, the scorching dragon of flame coiling around it, approaching her head.

The black eyes beneath her mask showed no ripple.

—It doesn’t matter. If you can’t even Full Bloom, then this attack couldn’t possibly…

“…!”

For some reason,

The crimson magical girl before her, the Soul Gem clouded at her chest… had, at some point, regained a trace of clarity.

Along with that came a heat from her body so intense that even if she turned into a shadow it could not be blocked.

How is that possible?!

Just from that bit of Truth Tang Keren shared?!

Why is she so strong now… she’s absurdly strong with no reason! There’s almost no difference from those who reach Full Bloom—

What happened? How could she show such exaggerated change in so short a time?

Airwen instantly changed tactics. With a wrist flick, the black sword narrowly deflected the staff, then she swung a sword-light backhandedly, forcing the opponent to dodge aside.

Yet even on her mask, the flames left faint, almost imperceptible scorch marks.

Lin Guang had surged forward again.

His words were stated like facts: “Your witching, total despair and surrender, are the very conditions for the birth of the true Witch King, right?”

“……”

No reply. The crimson magical girl had already begun to continue: “That prophecy of three thousand three hundred thirty-three cycles, the accumulation of causes and effects, was only the process to achieve that final goal.”

“And once the true Witch King who holds Authority is born, you will be completely devoured along with the whole world.”

“Your will torn to pieces, your memories erased, sinking into eternal darkness until even the concept of ‘self’ disappears.”

“Therefore…”

“You chose, before everything was destroyed, to stop resisting. You gave up your dreams and hopes as the price to exchange for a dream where others could live happily until the end.”

Two figures instantly unfolded a dazzling close-quarters duel within a tiny space. The surging magic power collided as they danced, and the black fog rippling in their shadows at their feet began to shimmer with countless unstable waves.

Even the three in the sky who had barely recovered dared not strike for a moment.

They were too close, so close they might accidentally hurt each other, and far too strong, strong enough to make intervention nearly impossible.

And what Lin Guang said further made their minds waver.

—So that’s how it is?

Yet at the center of the magic storm, Lin Guang and Airwen neither attack nor words caused them to step back an inch, nor extinguished the resolve in their hearts.

In an instant, the two girls stepped in unison. The flaming staff and the black phantom sword collided heavily. They faced each other through their masks, staring intently at the other end of the weapon.

In the wake of the magic, a crack faintly spread from the scorch mark across the mask.

She kept taking deep breaths, her chest rising and falling.

“Over and over…”

“Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over!!”

Airwen’s voice finally lost control, like emotions hidden for far too long laid bare, showing completely in those crimson eyes.

“Why—why are you still unwilling to give up?”

—Let Airwen just die already!

—Because this entity named Airwen has always been false, from beginning to end, a mistake.

On the surface, the AI assistant called Airwen was actually a condensation of the Abyss’s malice, a finely crafted wrapping created to be born into the world, a subsidiary personality and soul.

She was nurtured by the endless malice within that Soul Gem, given the name Su Jingyan had used for that witch, borrowing a false dream from others, using the appearance, personality, and spells of the previous magical girl as prototypes; her identity and memories were fabricated.

Everything was fake, only an illusion.

She unknowingly longed to return to the outside world, clinging to the hope of becoming real, but that hope was the beginning of every tragedy, the terminal end of all despair, the closure of all causal cycles.

If from the very start she had had no hope.

If she had despaired earlier, given up earlier, instead of persisting meaninglessly to remember them.

There would not have been so many victims.

They would not have been swallowed by this world because of her.

Nor would they have been hurt and killed again and again by meaningless persistence.

So…

All of it was her original sin, and her fate.

From the crimson girl’s eyes, from her magic, she could clearly feel that the other had guessed the whole truth.

But why…

Was this person still unwilling to give up on herself?