My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

The first thing he felt was his long-dry spirit rapidly recovering.

The previous overclocking had left Lin Guang utterly exhausted, but at this moment, it was like receiving a small blessing from the Sacred Tree in reality—the much-reduced magic power within his body began to rise steadily and quickly, with no signs of loss of control, stable and reassuring.

And the flow of magic power through his body became increasingly clear and controllable in his already razor-sharp perception.

A moment later, Lin Guang opened his eyes again.

In the dim room, the black eyes of the young man actually flashed with a red light, carrying a burning intensity.

The youth lying on the bed slowly sat up, then raised his hand, placing his right hand before his fingertips to examine it carefully.

Then—

In utter silence, a cluster of crimson flames suddenly burst from his fingertips with a poof, casting flickering shadows across Lin Guang's face.

The flames were entirely crimson red, only thumb-sized, gently dancing with Lin Guang's breathing rhythm, appearing quite docile.