My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

The million people of Kazanari Town, along with the magical girls of all generations, simultaneously erupted in a desperate cry.

Countless shouts and prayers intertwined, crossing dimensional barriers along the stage and resounding in her ears.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the crimson figure gently flapped its wings.

Those two different colored, asymmetrical wings burst forth with brilliant flames, just like an unfurled flag.

She rose from the deepest abyss and despair.

She burst forth from the illusory and resentful beast of dreams.

She raised her sword, harnessing the power of iron, wind, thunder, and fire, traversing three hundred years of time and surpassing three thousand three hundred and thirty-three reincarnations, galloping towards the gods in the sky.

Immediately afterwards—

Swing your sword!

All that remained in everyone's eyes was the dazzling flames and sword light that pierced the barrier between reality and illusion in the sky!

Fire and sword remained unwavering, breaking through the cliff and approaching the black-clad girl.

At that moment, the arrogant witch queen was no longer indifferent.

A hint of surprise flickered in his black, hole-like eyes, and he immediately raised his hand, casually meeting the attack with his black phantom sword.

And it is at this very moment.

Zihan, who had been cheering for Lin Guang, seemed to sense Lin Guang's intention. Her eyes suddenly widened, and she raised the giant scythe in her hand, her right eye shining with golden light.

There were no words spoken, only an unspoken understanding that had long been ingrained in their very bones.

Her voice was hoarse and desperate: "Soul... release!"

A huge purple blade mark struck the hilt of the Phantom Sword held by the Witch King.

That represents the location of the other person's soul gem.

The next moment, the real blades clashed together.

Existence and nothingness, birth and death, despair and hope, reality and falsehood intertwine, transforming into a sharp light that is difficult to describe in words.

…………

The spiritual world that no one should be able to reach.

Here, time and space lose their meaning.

There was only a huge silver birdcage with a soft red velvet floor, and nothing else but endless darkness.

A silver bird was kept in a cage.

Actually, the bars of this birdcage are quite large, large enough that the birds can easily leave.

But the girl simply hugged her knees and squatted on the edge of the birdcage, head down.

Because her wings were gone, as if they had been cut off at the roots.

She should have continued to sink into despair, until despair completely devoured hope, until she was utterly consumed by despair and nothingness.

However.

At that very moment, as if sensing something, she slowly raised her head, her dark eyes looking in that direction.

A faint yet determined light appeared in the distance.

The firelight drew closer and closer, seemingly resonating with the entire world, until it finally reached her.

That's another bird.

The red-clad girl was bathed in dazzling fire and light, her asymmetrical wings gleaming behind her, a stark contrast to the silver bird.

A slight ripple suddenly appeared in her hazy, lifeless, dark eyes.

"Elwen".

The red bird looked down at her and spoke calmly.

"How much longer are you going to let Him control you?"

"..."

The silver-haired girl remained in a squatting position with her knees drawn up to her chest, her ten fingers leaving deep marks on her arms.

"I can't..."

"I……"

"cannot……"

She cannot voluntarily break the contract, loosen the shackles, and ruin the possibility of everyone's final happiness.

Where are your wings?

Lin Guang looked down at her and suddenly asked a question.

"..."

Erwin lowered her head.

Snap!

However, the next moment, a loud sound rang out in this empty and silent space.

That was a merciless slap.

Elwen's body was almost knocked over by the blows, but she still sat up quietly.

His face and eyes remained unresponsive. There were slightly swollen red marks on his face, but he didn't cover his face, as if he was letting her hit and scold him at will.

However, the next moment, her eyes suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

Because she heard Lin Guang's words.

"It's all fake."

It was as if they were returning everything that Elwen had said in the past to her.

Lin Guang said calmly, "You have no experience of the past that you went through with them in the outside world."

"……sorry."

"Your dream is borrowed, your identity is borrowed, and your Soul Gem is borrowed."

Elwen kept her head down, her fingers digging into her arm until they bled, her voice trembling, pale and weak, only repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Even the goal of collecting fragments of hope was obtained from the witch."

Lin Guang seemed to be mocking her, mocking the woman who had told him the truth in the past, trying to make him completely give up: "Looking at it this way, everything you have is borrowed."

"That's what you think, right?"

Elwen almost curled up into a ball, her eyes filled with intense despair and self-loathing.

Because she had tried to inflict the same despair on the girl in front of her.

Whether or not the Witch King was secretly behind it, whether or not the more than three thousand cycles of reincarnation had brought her to the brink of collapse, this was the truth, and she would not deny it.

This was her original sin, and the consequence of her arrogance.

Here, even if she dies, she will be resurrected by the Witch King.

Therefore, whatever she wants to do to herself next, she will definitely endure it for the sake of the other person.

However, the next moment, Lin Guang simply spoke again in a calm tone.

"…Then what?"

“…”

Her tone carried a hint of confusion: "Actually, I've never understood why you're telling me all this."

"Even so, so what?"

"..."

Elwen finally slowly raised her head and cautiously looked at the crimson girl in front of her.

"Dreams, identity, memories, the past... they're all borrowed from elsewhere, so what?"

Lin Guang calmly said, "In this world, and in the outside world, most people aren't born with these things, are they?"

"Almost everyone's goals and direction are inherited from others."

The asymmetrical wings trembled slightly: "So what if the wings are borrowed?"

"No one has ever said that borrowed wings can't fly high."

Lin Guang slowly placed his right hand on the crimson gem on his chest, as if trying to grasp something.

Then, she extended her right fist toward the silver bird, slowly opening her clenched fingers.

Elwen suddenly froze.

Lying in her palm was a tiny, almost invisible fragment, yet radiating an incredibly real, dazzling, and scorching light.

Fragments of hope that belong only to the girl before me.

"..."

Elwen, whose right cheek was already swollen from the palm print, took the fragment in a daze, and suddenly heard Lin Guang speak.

"That slap was for them."