A 50% power magic cannon might seem like a weak spell to others.
Most magical girls can use a magic cannon—it’s a standard attack.
Like a demon’s fireball, a basic move most demons have—low-level, ordinary.
But if someone could pour endless magic into a fireball without it collapsing, amplifying its power 100 times, the explosion would be terrifying.
That’s what Yinlin was doing.
Others struggle to infuse so much magic without it dissipating, and they lack the reserves to try.
Their 50% power is a grenade; Yinlin’s 50% holds far more magic.
The cannon fired, the beam grazing the demon, severing half its body.
Yinlin felt she could detonate it early.
She tried.
The beam burrowed meters into the ground before exploding.
The earth swelled, distant bricks, stones, and concrete launched skyward, closer ones pulverized to dust.
The demon at the blast’s center vaporized, its body evaporated.
A translucent shockwave spread, shattering nearby building windows and cracking walls.
Jinluan, lying flat, was lifted by the blast, rolling several times.
Debris and stones pelted her, causing minor injuries.
She raised a barely-there magic shield, so fragile it couldn’t block a demon’s finger.
The shield rippled intensely as bricks struck it.
After ten seconds, the debris broke it down.
But the explosion was fading.
Jinluan panted heavily, feeling like she’d cheated death.
Thinking back, why did Diamond stop their fight?
To protect Yinlin or Jinluan?
Who was Yinlin’s cannon meant for?
Who could withstand it?
The scene calmed.
Yinlin recalled the demon hiding something, flying on her wand into the blast crater to search.
The crater exposed subway tracks—she’d blown through to the subway, wrecking the line.
No sign of the demon—either ash or less.
Closing her eyes, she sensed.
Jinluan’s magic was faint in the distance.
Nearby, a weak magical trace.
Following it, she searched the subway below the crater. The magic was close.
At two meters, she saw it—a small green bead on the ground, radiating magic.
Suddenly, a gust whipped by, a magic surge appeared and vanished instantly.
In one second, the scene changed.
Small craters and cracks appeared on the ground, with footprints—someone’s tracks.
The green bead was gone.
What the hell?!
Jinluan rushed over, panicked. “You okay? Did that thing do anything to you?”
Yinlin, confused: “What? I’m fine.”
Her shield was still up—how could anything happen?
Jinluan: “Who was that? Was it even human?”
Yinlin: “Big Sister, did the demon give you hallucinations?”
Jinluan, amused, covered her mouth, explaining.
In that one second, a human-shaped figure dashed in, too fast for even Jinluan to see clearly, just a blur.
It grabbed the bead from the crater and left.
No lingering.
To Yinlin, it happened in one second—too fast to see.
To Jinluan, it felt slightly slower, like three seconds.
It really was one second—not Jinluan being strong, but Yinlin being weak, like a normal human.
Helicopter blades whirred above—annoying people arrived.
The human alliance, Jinluan’s least favorite.
A broadcast blared: “People below, surrender! Don’t resist. Resistance is harsh, compliance is lenient.”
Jinluan flew up, grabbing Yinlin’s waist, carrying her along.
Jinluan could fly without a wand; Yinlin couldn’t.
The helicopter tried to follow but was quickly outmaneuvered.
They flew low, using buildings as cover, weaving through crowds and structures.
Tracking them was near impossible.
“Where to?” Yinlin wanted to leave, but Jinluan clearly had a destination.
She went along.
“My secret hideout,” Jinluan answered.
Ten minutes later, they arrived.
It was interesting—a small house built on a skyscraper’s roof.
No visible access from the building to the roof, so Jinluan made it her temporary nest, a hideout safe from human interference, hard for them to reach.
Magical girls could fly, making it easy.
The hideout was simple: some food, a basic sleeping spot.
The weirdest part? Photos everywhere.
Almost every magical girl had a framed picture hanging.
Yinlin shivered, spotting a wall with over a dozen frames.
All of one person—silver hair, petite frame, too familiar.
“Cold? Caught a chill?” Jinluan turned, backlit at the door, blocking the exit.
Her face was unreadable, creepy.
A loud voice in Yinlin’s head screamed: “Don’t play the brat now—keep your mouth shut!”
“I just remembered… school homework’s not done. Bye.” She hurried past.
Jinluan didn’t stop her, letting her go.
“Come back anytime. I’m here sometimes,” she said.
Gotta go, gotta go.
Yinlin flew home, nearly there when she remembered—she was still on the clock!
Rushed back to the company, reverted, changed into male clothes, and headed downstairs.
Entering the office floor, she passed the bathroom and saw Huang Yijun leaning against the wall, hands in pockets, staring at the rushing Song Wuli.
Their eyes met.
Oh no!
._. It had to happen eventually