Chapter 8: A Hero Can’t Run Away at the Last Minute!  

This wasn’t a great time to transform and play hero. While Song Wuli hesitated, another magical girl had already arrived.  

He opened a link shared by a colleague in the work group chat—it led to a live stream.  

It was hosted by a well-known influencer, Liang Tai, who called himself a member of the Magical Girl Fan Club.  

Liang Tai, a burly man, was live-streaming the scene with his phone.  

He was commentating: “Family, look! Huanhong’s here!”  

The camera focused on a girl flying in on her wand from a distance.  

She was just over 1.6 meters tall, with long red hair tied in a single ponytail, wearing a vibrant red dress—a classic magical girl outfit, full of energy.  

“For those who don’t know, let me break it down: Magical Girl Huanhong. As usual, no age is revealed. She debuted three years ago, 162 cm tall, a melee-focused magical girl, wielding a long staff…”  

Mid-commentary, Huanhong leaped from over ten meters in the air, grabbing her slightly oversized wand and striking a diving attack pose.  

In terms of mobility, magical girls were nearly on par with demons.  

No matter where a demon fled, a magical girl could almost always catch up—something human ground vehicles couldn’t match, unless helicopters were deployed.  

Huanhong swung her staff down. The demon sensed danger and dodged quickly.  

The strike hit the ground, cracking the concrete and leaving a shallow gash.  

Liang Tai, from the Magical Girl Fan Club, kept commentating: “Oh no, her slipper fell off!”  

Not his—Huanhong’s red slipper had flown off.  

She hopped over, retrieved it, and put it back on.  

This delayed her by ten seconds, giving the demon time to adjust and counterattack.  

It threw a punch—a heavy blow that could flatten a human.  

Huanhong easily parried with her staff, her feet rooted as if planted, not budging an inch.  

Counterattack time! A mid-level kick landed on the demon’s abdomen, her slipper-clad leg delivering shocking force, pushing the demon back over two meters.  

Liang Tai sent up a drone, switching to its feed for a closer shot of Huanhong in action, capturing exclusive footage.  

He continued: “Huanhong has incredible melee skills and outstanding physical strength. Don’t let her slender arms and legs fool you—even gym bros might not outlift her.”  

The drone was now just a few meters from Huanhong, zooming in for a close-up.  

She glared at the drone and shouted, “Diu lei lou mou, hang yuen ah dei!”  

Liang Tai didn’t understand, asking his audience: “Family, who got that? I don’t know what she said.”  

The live chat clarified: “She’s telling you to get lost and stop interfering. “ 

The drone pulled back slightly. It had a speaker, and Liang Tai used it to relay a message: “Huanhong, hurry up! The special task force is coming—about two minutes away!”  

“Duo jie,” Huanhong nodded, charging at the demon with relentless attacks.  

This was Liang Tai’s relationship with magical girls. A pro-magical girl advocate, he often helped them out.  

Some called him a traitor to humanity; Liang Tai didn’t care and kept at it for years.  

Huanhong picked up her attack pace, sweeping her staff at the demon’s waist, sending it crashing into a nearby supermarket.  

The store was empty—civilians had long evacuated.  

The demon was injured, probably down to half its health.  

Finally, it got angry, letting out a piercing roar. 

Though not loud, it carried over ten kilometers, clearly using some kind of magic.  

It went berserk, its physical stats surging, muscles bulging further.  

It threw a punch. Huanhong didn’t dare block directly, dodging instead.  

One punch was unavoidable, forcing her to parry with her staff.  

A massive force traveled through her hands, sending her flying, toppling four supermarket shelves before crashing into a wall.  

This berserk demon was something else.  

Watching the live stream, Song Wuli sensed the difference between this demon and the one he fought last time.  

That one wasn’t this strong.  

Though Yinlin had been punched, kicked, and slammed to the ground, terrified as she was, the demon didn’t feel as ferocious as this one.  

Maybe it was an illusion—her magic shield was so overpowered that low-level demons didn’t feel threatening.  

In the stream, the fight continued.  

Huanhong clearly adopted a stalling strategy, avoiding direct clashes.  

Dragging it out meant the special task force would arrive, and they’d attack magical girls too.  

Then, another twist—gunfire echoed from afar, not aimed at Huanhong but elsewhere.  

“Another demon’s coming! That roar might’ve been a call for backup,” Liang Tai announced through the drone’s speaker.  

Huanhong frowned, sensing trouble.  

She kept dodging the berserk demon’s attacks, which were still ferocious.  

Seizing a chance, she swung a heavy staff strike, sending out a shockwave that shattered the supermarket’s glass. Yet the demon took it with its arm, unscathed.  

Something was off—this berserk state was too strong.  

Huanhong’s bold move left her open, and the demon swept a kick at her side.  

She was sent flying, crashing through the supermarket wall, rolling onto the street, and denting a car.  

She spat out blood, unable to get up.  

The second demon, escaping the task force’s gunfire, was racing toward Huanhong, about to join the fight. 

“Hey, Old Song, where are you going?” Huang Yijun noticed Song Wuli get up to leave.  

“Bathroom, big one,” Song Wuli said without looking back.  

He did go to the bathroom.  

Holding the familiar wand, he checked a stall to ensure the bathroom was empty.  

He stripped off his clothes.  

With a moderate volume, he said, “Magical girl, transform!”  

His face flushed again.  

The familiar sensation hit—light appeared, his height shrank, hair grew to his thighs.  

The familiar dress covered him, his lower half feeling breezy.  

After a moment, the transformation was complete.  

The wand turned into the familiar two-handed staff.  

He hid his male clothes, removed his high heels, and stashed them too, then cautiously left the bathroom.  

Good—no one around.  

Barefoot, he ran to a window. It was too high to push open.  

He dragged a chair to stand on, barely reaching, and struggled to open it.  

Looking at the daunting height outside, he hesitated.  

Finally, he climbed out, free-falling rapidly, then maneuvered the wand under his butt, activating flight mode to catch himself.  

A perfect free-fall-to-flight move—he’d mastered it.  

Gunfire and explosions echoed in the distance. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared.  

Still, he pushed forward, flying toward the scene.  

Liang Tai, from the Magical Girl Fan Club, did something bold. 

He bought a bystander’s car and floored it.  

Huanhong had just gotten up, striking a defensive pose, when the demon punched her.  

She blocked it, her body embedding into the car, leaving a human-shaped dent.  

Suddenly, an engine roared.  

Liang Tai’s car slammed into the demon, crumpling the hood. 

The demon was unfazed, like it had hit a lamppost.  

Liang Tai’s face was smashed by the airbag, blood streaming from his nose.  

The demon turned its attention to him, grabbing the car’s hood and tearing the metal with its bare hands.  

Holy crap—this terrified the live stream audience.  

Rich viewers sent virtual rockets; others cheered him on.  

Trapped by the seatbelt, he couldn’t unbuckle it.  

The demon ripped the car apart, reached the windshield, and tore it off.  

It was just over a meter from Liang Tai.  

“Family…” Liang Tai looked at the drone outside, “Donate all my assets to the Fan Club. My bank card PIN is 25…”  

Before he finished, a thin beam flashed, hitting the demon’s chest, leaving a shallow bloodied hole.  

The demon jumped back ten meters, startled, looking into the distance.  

Liang Tai finally unbuckled, crawled out, and looked toward the source.  

A petite girl with shimmering silver hair stood on a car’s roof, her hair fluttering in the breeze.