The aftermath gradually subsided, but calm didn’t return.
The two demons caused heavy casualties, while the silver-haired girl’s attack resulted in massive property damage.
This day was nothing short of a disaster.
The silver-haired girl responsible stood with her arms crossed, nodding as if satisfied with the blast’s power.
She scanned the street, seemingly pondering where to aim if she targeted the ground.
Snapping back, she grabbed her wand to leave.
“Wait!” a man’s voice called out.
It was Liang Tai, his drone destroyed in the shockwave.
He aimed his phone at her.
He quickly explained, “Sorry, I’m live-streaming. Can I stream you?”
Song Wuli wanted to refuse, not ready for fame.
Chin up, she replied, “A mere human? If you hadn’t helped, I wouldn’t even talk to you, and you want to stream?”
Liang Tai hurriedly said, “Wait, just ten seconds to ask one question for the audience. What’s your name?”
This was indeed one of the audience’s top questions.
She replied, “Why should I tell you?”
Song Wuli wanted to share to avoid weird nicknames, but her persona demanded she play it coy.
It was awkward—why did she have to act like a bratty imp? The role was too demanding.
Pure torture.
At that moment, Huanhong approached, covered in blood, looking miserable.
She rushed over, grabbed Yinlin’s dress, and lifted her, “Were you trying to kill me just now?”
Her accent was odd but understandable.
Song Wuli grabbed her hand to break free but lacked the strength.
He said, “You couldn’t dodge an attack like that? And you call yourself a magical girl? You’re fine, aren’t you?”
Huanhong was clearly furious, lifting her higher.
Yinlin’s feet left the ground, only her toes barely touching.
She demanded, “What if I hadn’t escaped? Were you targeting the demon or me?”
Yinlin: “Is Big Sister such a weakling that she can’t dodge a little bombardment? No way, right?”
Huanhong’s anger spiked.
Song Wuli realized he should tone it down—these lines were going to get him beaten.
Liang Tai interrupted, “The special task force is coming!”
Hearing this, Huanhong quickly dropped Yinlin.
She started to leave.
Yinlin piped up, “Is Big Sister so rude? What should you do for someone who saved you?”
True enough—Huanhong was set to fight two demons, but one was already tough, let alone two.
Yinlin had helped her out.
Huanhong grudgingly muttered, “Duo jie.”
Yinlin: “I don’t understand.”
Huanhong gritted her teeth, “Thank you.”
As she prepared to leave again, she squeezed out, “What’s your name?”
The silver-haired girl answered, “Big Sister, remember this: the magical girl who saved you is Yinlin—silver Yin, jade Lin.”
Huanhong left, and Yinlin quickly flew off on her wand.
Liang Tai and the live stream audience went wild, spamming [Yinlin] in the chat.
Liang Tai couldn’t leave—he was politely “invited” by the task force to assist with their investigation.
Yinlin took a long detour on her wand, then slipped back into the office building through a window.
She tiptoed to the bathroom, checked the stalls to ensure no one was there, and canceled her transformation.
Back in Song Wuli’s body, he hurriedly dressed.
He casually returned to the office.
“Holy crap, Old Song, you are gone forever! Your life’s incomplete now!” Huang Yijun shouted when he saw him.
He gestured wildly, continuing, “While you were gone, that legendary silver-haired magical girl showed up! Guess her name?”
“I called… I mean, I saw it on my phone in the bathroom. She’s Yinlin, right?” Song Wuli grabbed his water cup, parched.
“Yeah, damn, Yinlin’s so freaking gorgeous, so freaking cute. I’m her fan starting today!”
Huang Yijun was manic, eyes gleaming.
“Can you not be so creepy?”
Song Wuli felt sick.
But Huang Yijun licked his phone screen right in front of him, shamelessly.
“Ugh, I’m done for the day. Go be a freak by yourself.” Song Wuli ended his overtime early for once.
He grabbed his things, including the briefcase, and left.
On the subway home, he scrolled his phone and saw a Human Alliance news report.
It briefly mentioned the demon attack: two demons appeared in the city, “eliminated by the heroic special task force.”
They also updated the wanted list, adding the magical girl codenamed [Yinlin], debuting at number 8.
Then came the usual spiel: citizens spotting Yinlin were encouraged to report her for a reward, and she was urged to surrender to avoid harming innocents.
Many who watched the live stream knew the task force was thick-skinned, claiming credit for killing the demons.
No matter how much the public criticized, the task force and Alliance ignored it, insisting the demons were their kill.
After this battle, Yinlin was famous.
Her appearance was charming—without being a magical girl, she could live off her looks alone.
Her prickly personality was a plus for some fans.
Just days after her debut, she was trending toward “national waifu” status.
Back home, Diamond, coughing, said, “Human, you’re famous! You’re truly the innate holy body of a magical girl! If only I’d found you sooner.”
It was lounging on the sofa, watching TV.
Song Wuli: “You keep mentioning this ‘innate holy body.’ Where’d you learn that?”
Diamond: “From some human fantasy novels.”
Song Wuli: “What do you want to eat?”
He checked the fridge, eyeing the ingredients.
Diamond: “Something sweet.”
So, Song Wuli pulled out some pork ribs.
He started washing rice to cook.
Then he mixed some starch, prepping sweet-and-sour ribs.
Seeing Diamond’s lonely figure watching TV, Song Wuli asked, “Wanna come to work with me tomorrow?”
He regretted it instantly—why invite trouble?
Diamond: “Can I? Won’t it bother you?”
Song Wuli: “No problem.”
He sighed, feeling like he’d been acting so much lately that lying came naturally, even though he didn’t really want Diamond tagging along.