As Yiri City was gradually changing, Yin Lin came across another piece of good news that kept her happy the entire day.
The magical girl Lan Xiuzhen from neighboring Busan City had gotten into some trouble—she was found hanging from the clock tower, tied to the hour hand for several hours, dangling from late night until early morning before being rescued.
The modus operandi was familiar—it was the infamous magical girl Greenfield’s handiwork.
Lan Xiuzhen, being the leading figure of Busan City, having been hung for several hours—her prestige was probably going to take a hit.
Several emotions intertwined within Yin Lin. First, as a fellow magical girl comrade, she felt sympathetic and condemned Greenfield’s actions.
Second, since Lan Xiuzhen had been attacked, this meant Greenfield wasn’t in Yiri City—and that was a godsend of a blessing.
It made the corners of Yin Lin’s mouth harder to control than an 8x scope.
“Still laughing? Time to work.”
Jin Luan suddenly reached out and grabbed Yin Lin’s side.
The sudden tickling startled Yin Lin so much she dropped her phone.
Jin Luan quickly caught the phone, glanced at the screen, said nothing, and handed it back.
After getting her phone back, Yin Lin wanted revenge and reached for Jin Luan’s side—only for Jin Luan to dodge effortlessly.
Not accepting defeat, she put her phone away and went in with both hands.
Jin Luan easily caught her wrists again, and she couldn’t move.
Couldn’t grab, couldn’t pull back.
“She can move freely now.”
Huan Hong couldn’t help but laugh.
Jin Luan had only rested for two days—though she couldn’t beat demonic creatures, she could certainly bully Yin Lin.
Jin Luan finally let go and shifted her attention to the matter at hand.
“What are you two doing? All lovey-dovey in the afternoon.”
Huan Hong beside them was still carrying injuries but could already move freely.
Two women came over in line, and Jin Luan quickly handed them the two-day supply of rice she had bagged.
“Thank you, thank you.”
The women were grateful, nodding and thanking her as they took the bags.
A few steps further, Yin Lin handed the woman a two-day supply of vegetables.
The woman thanked her profusely again and added a request:
“Hello… my son is your supporter. Could we take a photo together?”
Yin Lin smiled.
“Sure.”
She walked over, used a brick to boost herself up, and took a photo with the child who looked around 12 years old.
After the photo, she let out a sigh and looked at the dense crowd around her.
How long would this take?
Today’s task was simple—distributing food.
Yiri City had suffered heavy losses in the underground industrial area after the joint attack by demonic creatures and the Star Summoning Society.
The demonic creatures had been dealt with for now, the Star Summoning Society members had been eliminated, and the fire had been put out.
What remained was reconstruction, which would take years to recover.
The sudden power outage had caused panic, sparking speculation about material shortages and panic buying, which in turn triggered short-term shortages, making it even harder for those in need to get food.
The Jinyin Hong San Jiemei weren’t here to be opinion leaders today.
What they had to do was simple—coordinate with the charity organization’s disaster relief efforts, which meant distributing food.
This charity called “Full Belly Charity” had paid them to come, and there was also an unspoken expectation for them to serve as bodyguards, since the organization’s status was somewhat sensitive.
Jin Luan mechanically handed rice to an uncle while recalling the investigation data she had gathered when the organization first contacted them.
Full Belly Charity focused on food-related rescue operations, only stepping in when the world faced food crises.
Their principle was simple—they’d rather overfeed every human on Earth than let a single one starve to death.
To achieve this goal, what they did on a regular basis was extremely sensitive: stockpiling grain.
Anyone who’s studied history knows that if this practice grew too big and too powerful, in ancient times it would earn you a one-way trip to the execution grounds.
In modern times it could go either way—the key was the quantity of grain you hoarded.
The amount of grain Full Belly Charity had stockpiled was at the level where the Human Alliance would only feel reassured if the whole family were executed and their property confiscated.
So they hired the Jinyin Hong San Jiemei to preside over the event—acting as both bodyguards and using their prestige to get things done.
Jin Luan hadn’t wanted to come, but surprisingly, Yin Lin agreed within a minute of thinking, so Jin Luan came along to help.
As for Huan Hong?
They hadn’t planned to include her, but the topic came up in the sisterhood’s group chat, and Huan Hong followed along.
Besides, both of them were hospitalized, so there was no hiding it from her anyway.
Today, Yin Lin was putting in extra effort, working hard at her public duties, even showing a rare gentle smile.
Seeing that healing smile, Jin Luan seemed to forget her own pain and felt lighter.
From afternoon to evening, they worked nonstop distributing supplies without rest.
When mealtime arrived, their agreed working hours were over, and other staff members took over distribution.
The regional director invited them to a simple dinner—just rice cooked by the camp and a few dishes.
Yin Lin was unusually talkative this time, chatting with the regional director at length, so much that Huan Hong and Jin Luan couldn’t get a word in.
The regional director thanked them again.
“Thanks to your help, our work today went much more smoothly. By borrowing the prestige of magical girls and spreading it through the media, we attracted a large number of citizens to collect supplies today, and there were no conflicts, no hoarding—everyone was polite.”
After bidding farewell to Full Belly Charity, the three flew back.
Jin Luan hitched a ride on Yin Lin’s wand, sitting at the back and wrapping her arms around Yin Lin’s slim waist.
“What are you doing?! Can’t you fly yourself?”
Yin Lin felt the wand getting heavier, requiring extra mana to maintain their current flight speed.
“I’m tired. Flying on my own costs mana too.”
Jin Luan rested her head against Yin Lin’s back, unable to resist inhaling the scent of those silver strands.
Suddenly, the wand sank even lower.
Another person sat at the end—Huan Hong had hitched a ride too, wrapping her arms around Jin Luan’s waist.
“What are you doing? Move aside.”
Jin Luan pushed Huan Hong away in disgust.
“Nope. I’m tired too. Take me along.”
Huan Hong refused to let go.
The three started horsing around on the wand, even as their injuries throbbed with each movement.
“See? Just like the One-Line Snake Formation.”
Huan Hong: “By the way, about that suggestion I mentioned last time—let’s form a formation!”
Jin Luan: “Denied.”
Rejected again.
Yin Lin sent them back to the hospital. Despite how lively they were today, their injuries were still severe and hadn’t healed.
The reason they could move around like this today was simply habit—not because they were better.
Just like students on a 7 AM to 9 PM schedule and adults on an 8 AM to 8 PM schedule—not because they loved that life, but because they were numbed by routine.
Back at the hospital, they endured the Elder Physician’s scolding while lying down to rest.
Huan Hong brought up the topic again:
“Seriously, consider my suggestion. Let’s form a formation!”
Jin Luan: “Denied.”
Huan Hong: “Why?”
Jin Luan: “You and I can only form a melee combat formation, and neither of us can withstand a frontal attack from a demonic creature. So forming a formation would be pointless. Attacking demonic creatures from both sides simultaneously is the best formation we have.”
Jin Luan was bored enough to actually engage in this kind of topic, and her desire to grow stronger gradually intensified.
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