An Yuxi?!
The moment the door closed, Lin Xiaojue confirmed the other person’s identity.
She was sitting on the toilet, her expression flustered.
Why was An Yuxi here?
At the same time, another question surfaced in her mind.
Had An Yuxi recognized her?
Resting her chin on her hand, Lin Xiaojue thought. She was already using the mask, her appearance now that of black hair and black eyes.
If An Yuxi had recognized her, then there was only one possibility—she had been under An Yuxi’s surveillance since the moment she boarded the plane.
Lin Xiaojue tried to deny that possibility.
From Gu Xue to Sakuragawa Iku, the juniors she had thought were simple… every single one of them actually harbored indescribable thoughts toward her.
An Yuxi was different. Lin Xiaojue had personally rescued her from an orphanage.
She had been an orphan, clinging every day to the glass window on the second floor, watching the children below play together in groups.
Even though she often smiled at others, in the end she would still sit alone in a corner.
After a residual beast attacked the orphanage, Lin Xiaojue saved her. Not long after, she became a magical girl and joined their team.
Even though she disappeared for a while later, when she returned, she still smiled and said she had found adoptive parents. Her parents truly loved her—Lin Xiaojue could feel it during her visits. It was not an act.
She was carefree, not a gloomy person. Around Lin Xiaojue, she was like a child.
An Yuxi had once said to her, “Senior Xiaojue, can I be your little sister?”
When she said that, she had even deliberately changed into a pure white dress, dyed her hair silver, and tied it into twin tails.
Without hesitation, Lin Xiaojue replied, “No. We are comrades.”
An Yuxi’s expression turned cold, and she turned and left.
For some reason, she never brought up that topic again.
She only continued to smile warmly, like the sun.
Knock, knock.
The door trembled. Through the gap between the door and the tiles, a streak of red reflected on the floor.
The next moment—
A pale, disheveled face appeared upside down in the gap.
Lin Xiaojue shuddered violently. A chill surged from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, and goosebumps covered her body.
This… this had to be fake!
Clamping her legs together, Lin Xiaojue hurriedly pulled up her underwear.
In this situation, she must have encountered a peeping pervert!
She had heard from Su Yaqing that some people would secretly take photos of innocent girls under the pretense of large sums of money, then upload them online to blackmail them step by step into falling into the abyss.
Wait… wasn’t Su Yaqing exactly that kind of person?!
No, no—this wasn’t the time to think about that. Lin Xiaojue steadied her scattered thoughts, pressing a hand to her throbbing temple as she waited for the reflection on the tiles to disappear.
Immediately, she transformed and activated Godspeed Strike.
A gorgeous, frilled dress instantly enveloped her delicate body. With a light leap, Lin Xiaojue sprang over the door like a nimble cat and landed in the corridor between stalls.
There.
A red-haired girl stood with her back to her, holding a phone in her hand.
Let me see who you really are!
Lin Xiaojue walked up beside her and examined her. The girl wore a mask, and her thick bangs covered her eyes, making her face impossible to see.
Her body was wrapped tightly in a black coat, and she wore long leather boots. The boots were covered, leaving no footprints on the ground.
Definitely a peeping pervert.
Based on the girl’s bizarre outfit, Lin Xiaojue made the most reasonable judgment.
If not a peeping pervert, then she must be doing something shady.
Better subdue her first, then hand her over to the police.
Lin Xiaojue struck the girl with a hand chop. Godspeed Strike deactivated, and the girl collapsed limply.
Catching her with both hands, Lin Xiaojue found her quite heavy—even for a magical girl.
With some effort, she dragged the girl into a stall. Subconsciously, she picked up the phone, intending to call An Yuxi.
An Yuxi’s ability was gravity control. With her here, this matter should be resolved quickly.
But… with how heavy this girl was, could it be that this was all an act put on by An Yuxi?
Lin Xiaojue brushed aside the girl’s thick hair and pulled down her mask, revealing a terrifying face.
Large crimson wounds had scabbed into scars across her face, stretching from the corner of her eye to the tip of her nose. The vivid red covered most of her pale skin, making her appearance horrifying.
The girl’s hand still tightly gripped her phone. Lin Xiaojue pried it free with difficulty. Though she knew it was improper, she had to check.
If the girl had a flight to catch, then her mistake would delay her.
There was no password. Lin Xiaojue unlocked it quickly. Strangely, there was only one chat application inside.
Ding.
Sister: Have you gotten off the plane? We’re coming to find you right away.
Looks like it wouldn’t cause too much delay.
Lin Xiaojue placed the phone back into the girl’s hand. She had held back her strength—this girl should wake up within an hour.
“This should be fine.”
After helping the girl sit upright on the toilet, Lin Xiaojue closed the door and locked it from the outside with magic power, then turned and left.
Tap, tap, tap.
Her light footsteps faded into the distance. Silence returned to the stall, and the red-haired girl remained as still as a statue.
***
After a long while, she suddenly opened her eyes.
The cold glow of the phone screen illuminated her face. She reached up and felt along her cheek, finding an edge near the corner of her eye, and peeled it up.
With a tearing sound, the crimson scar peeled away, revealing smooth, flawless skin beneath.
She shook her bangs aside, her eyes filled with gloom and irritation.
Buzz—
The phone suddenly vibrated. The contact name was “Sister.”
There was only a chat application on her phone. And in that app, there was only Sister.
Only one person.
So she answered without hesitation.
“Hello.”
“An Yumo, how are things over there? Why didn’t you reply?”
“Sister’s” voice was unusually cold—different from when she spoke about that man.
No… now she should be called a woman.
An Yumo sounded impatient. “I was knocked unconscious by her.”
“Knocked unconscious?” An Yuxi sounded delighted. “Has she regained her power?”
An Yumo’s voice was low. “I don’t know. I can’t judge. Aren’t you her teammate?”
“Heh.” An Yuxi laughed softly, but An Yumo seemed to hear the sound of a glass bottle shattering.
As if it had been crushed by some monstrous force. Truly terrifying.
Magical girls were like monsters.
Especially Sister.
“I’m the one asking you. Don’t you know how to report? Didn’t they teach you how to organize a report?”
An Yuxi’s voice suddenly turned icy.
An Yumo pursed her lips, trembling inside.
She gripped the phone tightly, afraid—just like when they first met.
The cruise ship dragged into a vortex, its hull instantly crushed into sheets of metal, and the ferocious magical girl…
Even being caught in the aftermath was a catastrophe no ordinary human could endure.
After a moment of silence, An Yumo recounted everything she had seen in full detail.
But she still held something back, hoping this magical girl wouldn’t go mad like a rabid dog.
After all, something like gravity… was not something humans should ever be able to control.