Song Wuli had no plans to step in yet.
Before he came along, magical girls handled things fine—dealing with low-tier demons daily, occasionally tackling a mid-tier one for a challenge.
High-tier demons were rare, usually requiring a group effort to defeat.
As for cadre-level demons, those were bloodbaths.
Diamond mentioned the Thousand Cage Island incident, where a cadre-level demon fought magical girls, resulting in heavy losses.
It escaped, and humanity and the magical girls suffered a crushing defeat.
Now, Jinluan faced just a mid-tier demon—she shouldn’t have struggled this much.
For her, it should be a one-slash kill.
But this demon had a bizarre ability: infinite regeneration.
Each revival seemed to restore its magic fully, facing Jinluan at peak strength.
Even Jinluan couldn’t sustain this war of attrition—her magic was running dry.
Her exhausted state was rare to see.
Normally lofty and cold, like an untouchable heiress, she now looked frail.
With her magic low, her slashes weakened, unable to even cut through the demon’s body.
The demon counterattacked, launching a fierce assault.
Jinluan flew high to evade—the demon, a ground-based type, couldn’t fly.
In the air, she dodged half its threats.
The demon resorted to weaker ranged attacks, spitting basic fireballs at her.
Jinluan deftly avoided them, unharmed.
Unable to hit her, the demon turned to the crowd, charging forward.
It grabbed a person, tearing them apart with one hand on the upper body, the other on the lower.
It chased others, flattening one with a punch, snapping another with a slap.
Liang Tai’s livestream shook—he was running too.
Jinluan, exhausted, chased the demon, using her dwindling magic for a powerful slash, cutting halfway into its body but not through.
The demon, still alive, slapped her, sending her flying.
Injured, Jinluan coughed blood, her teeth stained red.
Watching the stream, Song Wuli’s phone rang, snapping him back.
It was his other phone.
He rushed to the bathroom, checked every stall—empty.
Hiding in one, he answered. Diamond’s voice came through.
“Silver, feel that thing yet?”
Song Wuli: “Not yet, but I know what’s up. The demon fighting Jinluan, right?”
“Yes, it’s urgent. You need to act.”
Song Wuli: “The world spins fine without me.”
Diamond pressed: “Only you can do this, Silver. Remember your duty as a magical girl.”
Song Wuli: “Small power, small responsibility.”
Diamond: “You’re Yinlin, the strongest, most beautiful magical girl. You have the duty *and* the power to drive out demons.”
Duty talk made Song Wuli bristle—it wasn’t his choice.
Diamond forced the contract, and now it’s preaching responsibility?
Diamond didn’t grasp human emotions—it saw expelling demons as the natural mission of contract beasts and magical girls.
A lazy magical girl refusing her duty was unthinkable.
Silence lingered until Diamond dropped a bombshell: “Help out, and I’ll teach you how to contact the Contract Goddess.
You can ask her anything, including canceling the contract.”
This guy held out on that? A Contract Goddess?
Song Wuli agreed instantly.
He grabbed his backpack, told Huang Yijun he had a stomachache and needed the toilet.
Rushed to the rooftop.
Stripped down.
“Magical girl, transform,” Song Wuli whispered.
Transformation was second nature now.
The magical girl uniform appeared again.
Where did it come from?
Why this design?
What decides each magical girl’s uniform and appearance?
Was it tied to the Contract Goddess?
Questions he desperately wanted answered.
Post-transformation, she hopped on her wand, flying at her max bearable speed—200 km/h.
She could go faster, but her body couldn’t handle it.
To maintain speed, she straddled the wand, lying flat to reduce drag, gripping tight until her hands ached.
Eyes barely open, she flew blind.
Minutes later, she sensed the demon’s aura.
Jinluan was still fighting, her magic now faint.
Maybe she was conserving it, hiding her strength.
Or, more likely, she was nearly spent.
She slashed the demon’s neck with a tricky move, beheading it, then hacked its body, searching for something.
Covered in demon blood, she looked dirty and horrifying.
Ten seconds later, the demon regenerated, magic fully restored.
A shockwave pushed Jinluan back—she stumbled and fell.
The peak mid-tier demon charged, leaping to crush the annoying magical girl.
Suddenly, a beam struck, piercing the demon’s head and blasting a deep hole in the ground.
Its body collapsed beside Jinluan.
Jinluan, shocked then elated, looked up at the slowly descending girl.
Her right hand gripped the wand, dangling beneath it.
Silver hair and dress fluttered in the wind, her heeled toes touching down smoothly.
The scene was stunning—Jinluan stared, entranced, tears in her eyes.
“Lynne, you came,” Jinluan said, as if she knew she would.
“Don’t get it twisted. I’m not here for you—Diamond begged me,” Yinlin clarified.
“But you’re here, aren’t you?”
“Can’t Big Sister handle a mid-tier demon? You’re acting like a small fry,” Yinlin taunted.
Anger flared in Jinluan, but she held back.
She warned, “Be careful. This demon’s weird—it regenerates infinitely, restoring all its magic each time. It defies energy conservation. Something in it must be fueling it—find and destroy it.”
Yinlin: “Right in my strike zone. No problem a magic cannon can’t solve.”