Chapter 135: Small Fry

It was a story about a certain Magical Girl named Lando being defeated and captured by her nemesis, the Desire Witch, who then forced her step by step down the path of corruption through various means.

When the scarred Witch appeared, Luo Jialan couldn’t help but frown.

That character made her inexplicably irritated.

The subsequent descriptions and developments only made Luo Jialan feel both humiliated and furious, her face flushing so red it seemed ready to bleed.

“What kind of nonsense is this?”

All that lovey-dovey stuff, just a little teasing and she gives in—what kind of Magical Girl is that?

To willingly fall and become a Witch herself, maybe that’s just her true nature.

Luo Jialan slammed her laptop shut in frustration.

In fact, the first time she read this fanfic, she nearly punched through the screen.

Compared to that, her current reaction was relatively mild.

Kicking off her shoes, she lay down on the bed, still fuming but unable to fall asleep.

The scenes described in those words began to surface uncontrollably in her mind, each exquisite detail reconstructing itself.

Luo Jialan shook off the distractions again and again, but her body couldn’t help but stir restlessly.

It was a sign of Dark Magic Corruption stirring.

For Luo Jialan, who was trapped in a dreamlike state, this sensation was unfamiliar yet oddly familiar.

Damn it, at this point there was only one thing to do…

Outside the door, Ning Xi also sensed the presence of Dark Magic Power, but she had no time to deal with it.

After downing three cups of fried milk tea in one go, she’d been dizzy and woozy, struggling just to keep her balance.

What baffled her most was that her small frame, dormant for more than a decade, seemed to be showing signs of new life.

‘Could that so-called papaya milk really be working? My body feels so heavy, I’m about to collapse—I have to lie down and rest, just a little rest…’

Ning Xi swayed, then collapsed onto the straw mat.

Even as a B-level Magical Girl, under Tang Nai’s magical influence, she had unknowingly lost consciousness.

Of course, the main reason was her own greed for a bargain.

She rarely kept her guard up—that was just how casual she was.

Inside the Milk Tea Shop, Luo Jialan, who had been sitting with her eyes closed for a long time, suddenly stood up.

“Jialan-chan, are you done?”  

The Store Manager looked at Luo Jialan’s unusual behavior with suspicion.

This strange customer appeared to be Luo Jialan’s mother, and since there seemed to be some unresolved parent-child matters between them, the Store Manager had reserved some private space for their conversation.

But at this moment, Luo Jialan looked quite abnormal—breathing heavily and flushed as if she had just finished a long run.

Luo Jialan didn’t reply, walking straight toward the door, ignoring the Store Manager’s calls.

Seeing Luo Jialan about to walk away like this, the Store Manager panicked and grabbed her arm.

But in the next instant, her legs gave out, nearly collapsing to the floor.

A strong, shocking sensation surged along the point of contact between them, racing through her body like lightning, leaving her weak and powerless, as if a beloved had just teased the most sensitive nerves deep inside her.

By the time she shook off the sensation, Luo Jialan’s figure had already disappeared from sight.

***

Inside the Combat Division in B City, the deafening buzz of the magic radar monitoring the city erupted.

007, who had been sitting with deadpan eyes buried in menial work, suddenly perked up.

‘There’s action! And a big one too.’

He excitedly swiped across the screen, clicking rapidly.

‘A C-level big fish? Looks like a solid score. This time, those Magical Girls won’t get there first, right?’

Amid his excitement, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, and an icy chill immediately spread, freezing his heart in frost.

“You stay here. Also, tell the other Combat Division members not to respond without orders.”

“Yes!”

His reflex as a company drone made him answer promptly, but deep down he was puzzled.

Why was his usually cold and detached superior so anxious this time?

His instincts told him this was serious.

Ning Ling stared at the marked point on the screen with complicated eyes—the densest Magic Power waves were at the Snow King’s location at Transportation University.

The worst fear had come true.

She shouldn’t have entrusted Jialan to Tang Nai.

Though she thought this, Ning Ling knew she had no other choice.

Sigh, better rush over quickly and secure the shackles before things spiral out of control.

***

“Wake up, Little Su Mu, we’ve arrived.”

A weary voice faintly called out to Su Mu, pulling her out of the long disconnection.

“Are you… Irina? What’s going on?”

Su Mu opened her eyes.

Her clear blue pupils reflected the twisted train cabin and the panicked crowd.

She was stunned.

‘I remember now—the train crashed.’

She instinctively turned to check Ye Wanqing beside her but found her right side empty.

A sudden panic welled up inside her.

“Where’s Ye Wanqing? Where did she go? What happened?”

“Don’t rush, it won’t help. It was Edma’s doing, but it’s fine now. Hurry to find Ye Wanqing—she’s outside and not doing well.”

Irina spoke weakly, her Magic Power almost depleted.

Maintaining the conversation was already a desperate struggle for her.

She never expected that the one to finally subdue Edma would be Ye Wanqing.

‘The Magical Girls had triumphed over the evil monster through friendship and bonds—it sounded plausible. Too bad I’m a Witch.’ Irina thought bitterly, kneeling on the ground with Ye Wanqing’s unconscious body resting on her lap.

The latter’s body was covered in fine red-black cracks.

I told you not to come here.

“Edma? What do you mean? What’s wrong with Ye Wanqing? And you…”

No response came.

Su Mu could feel the connection with Irina briefly cut off.

She quickly pushed away the chair pinning down her legs and squeezed out, her eyes scanning the chaotic train car.

‘What should I do?’

No one could tell her what to do next.

As a newly minted Magical Girl, she had no experience handling situations like this.

‘Should I transform first? Put on the Small Fry combat suit? No, now’s not the time to hesitate. I must find Ye Wanqing fast.’

At least Su Mu was certain of one thing—Ye Wanqing’s condition was terrible.

She forced her way through the crowd and leaned out of a shattered window.

Her pupils instantly contracted.

The train was stuck in a very dangerous spot—forced to stop on a bridge and tilting to one side.

About fifty meters below was a wide river.

It was the season of summer floods, the current strong and turbulent, and at this moment, it carried a faintly visible red mass downstream.

The view from the window was limited, but Su Mu’s intuition told her that red mass was Ye Wanqing.

‘Damn it, I can’t just jump in—I can’t fly. And like this, I can’t do anything.’

Watching Ye Wanqing drift further away, Su Mu had no time to hesitate.

She pulled the Transformation Device embedded in her handheld console.

‘Small Fry combat suit or not, I’ve always been small fry.’

She clipped the Star Crest to her chest, and in the next instant, a strange white light burst out from inside the train car.

‘Small fry or not, at least I’m a better swimmer—I’ll pull you out soon enough.’