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Chapter 181 Just a Magical Girl Passing By (5500 words, please vote for me!)

The Cursed Realm is not a remnant.

Shion had already discovered it when she stepped into this place.

The composition of the entire world is different from that of so-called residue.

Having witnessed the technology of the Mirror Kingdom, she knew what the real World of Debris was like.

When she stepped into this world, she was certain that it was not a remnant like the Mirror Kingdom, incapable of generating magic.

The Cursed Realm continues to generate negative emotions and filthy magic.

It was just too intense, and contained only negative emotions and filthy magic.

The air was so thick that when she arrived, she felt like she couldn't breathe.

And this dense, foul magic also presents a kind of eerie curse.

Shortening lifespan, or simply organ failure, or some kind of witch-like ability to fill the body with filthy magic.

Without any protective measures, the result would inevitably be a tragic death.

The moment they stepped into this place, the filthy magic and curses seemed to have finally found their prey, and quickly wrapped themselves around them.

For a fleeting moment, her magical armor even faltered.

Ziyuan carefully sensed the special magic of these cursed realms; these curses could not be resisted with magic.

It can even pollute one's personal reality.

This is a rule similar to that of Magical Girl Manka.

Having understood the nature of the cursed realm's magic, she no longer hesitated.

Let's turn on the lights for the world first, because it's uncomfortable to be in complete darkness all the time.

After the Cursed Realm was illuminated, he planned to search the entire world.

Then I heard shouts.

She looked back.

I saw a corpse running.

No heartbeat, no breath, just running this way.

His body was constantly melting in the purple magic.

The sound of melting, the other side's shouts, and an explosion from who-knows-where.

Ziyuan casually tossed a javelin over.

After the mushroom cloud exploded, things finally quieted down.

She landed and glanced at the corpse; it was pretty much as she had expected.

This world is filled with countless curses and terrifying, filthy magic.

Ordinary people cannot live there; theoretically, only calamity beasts should exist in the Cursed Realm.

He bent down and picked up the Seed of Sorrow that the other person had dropped, just as he was about to examine it.

Suddenly, a thin worm emerged from the Seed of Sorrow and stabbed straight into her eyeball!
Before it pierced the eyeball, the purple magic instantly ignited the insect, which then quickly spread into the Seed of Lamentation.

The entire Seed of Lamentation was then filled with countless tiny insects trying to escape from it.

However, Shion simply pinched the Seed of Lamentation, and purple magic enveloped the entire seed.

The delicate control of magic melted every tiny worm of the Seed of Lamentation, even the egg and a single cell.

However, after all the insects died, the Seed of Lamentation also quickly turned grayish-white.

This is similar to the Land of Mirrors.

After crushing the Seed of Lamentation, you can see that the entire Seed of Lamentation has turned into grayish-white fragments.

In other words, all the unclean magic here depends on the existence of curses.

Once the curse is gone, the tainted magic will turn into dregs.

Oh, the filthy magic that cannot be used.

Ziyuan felt a little regretful because the filthy magic here was so concentrated that she was even tempted.

Such a massive amount of corrupt magic power, once it can be completely absorbed.

Perhaps this will allow the Disaster Dragon to reach a higher level.

Now, whether in witch form or magical girl form, she possesses the strength to step into the half-step of the flourishing branch and rival those above the pseudo-realm of the Wheel Sea.

His own Disaster Dragon form, at best, was only at the mid-stage of Flourishing Bloom, and when facing the Magical Girl Killer, he couldn't even resist the contamination.

Ultimately, it comes down to insufficient strength. In terms of rank and understanding of the realm, I should have long since moved beyond this level.

It's because corrupt magic is far more difficult to convert than the pure magic of a magical girl.

The quantity cannot be increased, which leads to a slowdown in growth and makes it impossible to achieve the qualitative change that comes after the ultimate quantitative change.

Once she had enough magical power, she was confident that she could further elevate the Disaster Dragon's status, at which point she would be able to beat Jiang Mingbai Mei and kick Beihai Bingtang.

He casually suppressed the brat Yu Mo, and with a flick of his tail, sent the Coco Witch flying.

Even obtaining a fruition level and becoming an S-class calamity beast wouldn't be a problem.

After all, in her view, she already had a direction on how to solve the biggest weakness of the Disaster Dragon, its inherent deficiency.

No matter how powerful it is now, it's still just an A-level disaster beast.

However, what she learned from the Witch Association about the classification of disaster beasts, specifically the distinction between S-rank and A-rank disaster beasts, also lies in the control of the rules.

Ultimately, Magical Girl and Calamity Beast's Ascension are quite similar, and it's unclear who copied whom.

Before the college entrance exam, I learned from Xilan's intelligence network that the Witch Association planned to implement new standards for disaster beasts and witches, and they came up with something like A shame, A lower, A middle, A upper, and A peak.

This is a perfect copy of the Qingyun Sect, easy to modify, and then we can come knocking on their door to collect Qingyun taxes.

S-class monsters have always been considered the counterpart to magical girls. According to the records of the Disaster Management Bureau, many magical girls in the past only reached their full potential in order to defeat S-class monsters.

Many also perish together with the enemy; theoretically, S-class monsters possess the ability to destroy the world.

Of course, this is just theory. Judging from the records of the Disaster Management Bureau, an S-class disaster beast can only destroy a city at most.

Maybe it's because it hasn't fully developed yet.

After all, the Disaster Management Bureau is quite vigilant against S-class disaster beasts. Basically, as soon as an A-class disaster beast shows any signs of advancement, they will send magical girls to suppress it.

It's only when certain monsters break through to S-rank that magical girls are forced to unleash their full power...

A gust of wind blew by, and Ziyuan looked around.

The environment of the Cursed Realm, if not exactly picturesque with lush mountains and clear waters, peach blossoms and willows, could still be described as a desolate and barren place with flying sand and rocks.

There was not a trace of life; the occasional river one saw carried only curses.

When Shion spread her magic to thoroughly explore the surrounding area, she discovered that once she exceeded ten kilometers, her magic could no longer extend.

The curse will continuously pollute the demonic consciousness.

This is the limitation of demonic consciousness.

Under the golden age, the traditional magical girl methods are bound to be targeted by various enemies, and the essence of magical consciousness is still the refinement of magical power. Once everyone can use this basic thing, it will be easy to be affected.

Relying solely on demonic consciousness is no longer sufficient for high-level battles—for example, being bullied in the Cursed Realm like this now.

Or perhaps it could be a scenario where, in the future, the Qingyun Sect is ridiculed for relying too heavily on demonic consciousness—a truly humiliating situation.

It must be nipped in the bud.

Fortunately, ever since she realized that the Calamity Dragon had an innate defect, Shion has started to use her clever mind.

He inquired about the Dao three thousand times, and every day he wandered in the void, seeking the controllers in the primordial universe and the chaotic universe. He also jumped out of the sea of ​​light and the void to observe the battle of the Dao Fruit powerhouses in the supreme battlefield of the Origin Star up close.

The answer to the ultimate path to supreme power is now laid out before us, just like the first real exam question we just faced in the exam hall—

Ziyuan thought it was time for her divine sense to take the stage.

Thinking of this, the Dao Seed within his body suddenly exerted its power.

[Heavenly Grade Spell: Hibiscus Tears]!
With the support of the old emperor's foundation, his mysterious spatial abilities combined with his demonic consciousness caused the demonic consciousness, which was originally stationary ten kilometers away, to expand further outward.

Indeed, the necessity of divine sense for cultivators is beyond question.

Although it is still far from the divine sense envisioned by Ziyuan, the direction of developing divine sense based on the power of space is correct.

My original impression of Hibiscus was only that she was senile and prone to crying, but now I see her as someone who "is not necessarily made by tears, but transforms into a calamity to wash away the dust of sin."

Hibiscus is so useful!

We must further develop the Space Avenue in the future.

Ziyuan sighed, her pseudo-divine sense rapidly extending to even more distant places.

The feedback from the surrounding environment was a curse of utter darkness.

Every inch of the Cursed Realm is filled with filth.

She reached out and poured magic into the sky.

Purple magical clouds, much like the previous gray mist, began to spread across the sky—

The place was so dirty that it triggered her obsessive-compulsive disorder.

As purple lightning began to streak across the sky, all the dark curses on the ground began to stir.

These curses seem to have a life of their own.

She could even feel the ground wriggling.

Looking down, she saw swarms of insects emerging from the ground, trying to burrow into her body.

A mighty thunderbolt fell from the sky!

Centered on the violet, the violent plasma exploded into a boiling sea of ​​lightning thousands of feet in diameter!
Countless blue-purple ionized flames were stretched, twisted, and launched, hissing in the air!
The soil, rocks, and gravel on the ground, including the trembling, densely packed maggots, were instantly submerged in the lightning maw and repeatedly melted!
Until everything turned into glassy lava, white light beams constantly bulged and exploded on the surface, spewing blinding sparks, and the air was filled with sharp, pungent ozone and the burnt smell of steel and protein fused together.

Ziyuan stood there, the purple-gold lightning molten metal reaching above her ankles. With each step she took, countless strands of struggling lightning were pulled up, and the electric light constantly danced across her body, splashing out even more delicate sparks on her petite and exquisite figure.

With each step, the lightning in the sky roared and spread even more wildly!
Dense lightning bolts poured down from the sky like a waterfall, piercing through the heavens and earth!

Let's clear the surface first.

With that thought in mind, she moved forward with the force of a thunderbolt.

"Magical girl?"

Suddenly, an aged voice, piercing through the thunder's sharp whistle, reached the girl's ears.

So she stopped and turned her head. An old man, wrapped up tightly, squatted down and hugged the melted monster from before—only a few ashes remained. Yet the old man held it carefully as if it were a treasure.

"You are a magical girl, right? I am a witness to the Cursed Realm and a messenger communicating with all the old worlds."

However there was no response.

The old man looked up and saw terrifying lightning bolts raining down relentlessly, but the surging lightning flowed past him like waves, without piercing his body.

They seemed to be waiting for him to speak.

In the eyes of those in the Curse Realm, curses are the most terrifying thing in the world.

However, when he raised his head and looked at the magnificent lightning, he felt the seemingly endless power of heaven and earth.

Under the magnificent power of nature, one feels one's own insignificance and powerlessness.

Only then will you suddenly realize it.

Ah, this is a true natural disaster.

A walking natural disaster.

More terrifying, more direct, more decisive, and more efficient than a curse.

Even the most terrifying curses seemed to become insignificant, gentle lesions under this lightning...

"Magical girl," the old man murmured, "Why did you kill the leader of the Cursed Realm?"

Thunder roared, yet the purple figure remained dazzling amidst the crisscrossing lightning.

Her jewel-like purple pupils stared at him without any emotion.

Such a haughty gaze, as if they never paid any attention to me.

The ashes in his hand were scattered by the strong wind.

Amidst the howling lightning, the old man drew his weapon.

That was a pistol.

Do you know how difficult it is to survive?

"Do you know how great it is to simply survive and give hope to others in a world of despair?"

Do you know how hard they work to keep this world going?

He wanted to use words to shake the existence that seemed like a god.

However, all words seemed insignificant and trivial amidst the thunder.

"I have witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, the birth and demise of empires. In countless years, only the folly of mortals is eternal, but under the baptism of the curse, only the folly of mortals in their struggle for survival can transcend despair."

"Even the wisdom and glory of an emperor will eventually fade and fall under an endless curse; only the folly of mortals is immortal, and only the desires of mortals never cease!"

"This world doesn't need you, magical girl!"

Pull the trigger, and the cursed bullet is fired.

A massive bolt of lightning crashed down!
The bullets and curses melted in the lightning, and purple lightning struck the old man!
However, the lightning was not very powerful. The old man's black clothes were tattered, and he knelt on the ground, his whole body steaming.

But he refused to lower his head, instead staring intently at the expressionless figure without uttering a word.

He simply watched the natural disaster with indifference.

His pupils moved slightly downwards, as if looking down at an insect.

Heaven and earth are indifferent.

Treating all things as straw dogs!

The old man remembered the words that echoed in the sky when the other person appeared.

It's like a final judgment and assessment of the world.

All the grievances, pain, and resentment accumulated over the years finally erupted.

All the hardships and efforts along the way seem to have been meaningless.

If the Cursed Realm can resist curses like a human being.

Hope and a glimmer of hope for the future can be found in the struggle.

But in the face of this natural disaster, there is no such thing as a vague and illusory hope.

The people of the Cursed Realm are like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, devoid of any human dignity or value.

Life and death are decided in a single thought by the other party.

A mere straw dog, a worthless sacrifice.

He reached out to the sky, and amidst the lightning, he cried out in a somewhat frenzied manner.

"Say something!"

"Say something?"

The other person finally spoke, causing the old man, who was about to cry out, to momentarily choke on his breath.

He suppressed all his emotions and struggled to look at the other person.

The lightning still avoided him.

Apart from the counterattack with that shot just now, all the lightning merely flickered and roared around, melting the ground.

The other party did not intend to kill her.

Of course, when I realized this, a glimmer of hope finally emerged from my despair.

Magical girls are not some vicious enemy.

A quote from an emperor who once lived.

"Magical girls, how naive they are. Even when facing their enemies, they still want to save them... It seems that if you encounter a magical girl in the future, as long as you kneel down and beg for mercy, you can probably survive, hehe."

Even the most aloof magical girl is still a magical girl.

"We didn't mean to harm anyone, we were just desperate..."

So he began to show weakness and beg for mercy, recounting the hardships of the Cursed Realm.

People here have no choice.

Born with a curse, everyone struggles to survive in a world that is already dead.

The old man held up a pocket watch and introduced it to the powerful magical girl.

This was once the relic of Rika, the leader of the Cursed Realm. Before the curse spread to the whole world, and before anyone realized its terror, Rika had been fighting against the curse for a hundred years on her own for the sake of the people of the Cursed Realm.

Even as it became grotesque and terrifying, feared and shunned by others, it never stopped fighting the curse.

Ultimately, it was completely consumed by the curse.

Then he took out a crown and started talking about emperors.

That was the great leader after Rika, who gathered the spreading curse into himself and then suppressed it with the curse of the Death Note.

Sitting on the throne, he bought the Cursed Realm a considerable amount of time.

Even the Cursed Realm began seeking help from outside, starting with the Emperor, attempting to form alliances with other Old Worlds to find a way to save their own world.

He possesses great talent and ambition, and although he is autocratic and cruel, he is undoubtedly the savior of the Cursed Realm.

Even until the very last moment, he maintained the dignity and pride of an emperor, paving the way for all.

Even today, after their deaths, people still eke out a living from the emperor's legacy.

The brilliance and splendor that humanity displays amidst life and death—how many heroes sacrificed themselves and how much suffering did they endure to reach this point?

Having come this far, we have finally taken this step towards our goal.

"The Cursed Realm is not some small world that should be easily destroyed. The history of the Cursed Realm and its people are profound and living beings. What you are destroying is not a world, not a bunch of ants, but a civilization, a group of people who are willing to risk their lives!"

Everyone's wishes, everyone's pursuits, everyone's efforts and life.

The old man told the seemingly divine magical girl all about the heroes who had given everything to the Cursed Realm and the ordinary people who struggled.

He begged for her pity and mercy.

"It is because of the successive efforts and struggles of these heroes that some people in the Cursed Realm have been able to survive. They are proof of the great achievements of those heroes. They are proof of the miracles created by everyone in the Cursed Realm!"

He watched as the girl's expression shifted from indifference to a hint of interest.

Unable to hold back, tears streamed down my face.

Our ancestors saved the cursed world not only in their own time.

Even after their deaths, they paved a path for the Cursed Realm from despair through their respective achievements!

"Please save them! They are just innocent and pitiful ordinary people, struggling to survive in the despair of this curse! None of them are bad people. All we need is a place where they can live. We don't need anything else... All we want is a piece of land to live on. That's our greatest wish..."

The girl in the lightning finally turned her head and looked at him. "Where is she?"

The old man wiped away his tears, finally rising with a hint of joy, and pointed to the prayer hall from before, "There! Everyone is there!"

He wanted to run back as fast as he could to tell everyone the good news...

boom!
The Thunderclap Waterfall instantly submerged the area the old man pointed to!

The viscous lava nearly overturned the entire ground, and the glassy, ​​molten lava seeped into the earth, filling all the safe houses!
Screams and wails echoed through the sky!

It almost suppressed the thunder!
The old man's smile froze, his aged wrinkles bunched up, and he stared blankly at the people of the prayer hall who had been wiped out because of his orders, before turning his head away.

The magical girl, like a natural disaster, had eyes that seemed to be filled with lightning, yet remained calm and still.

"Why……"

It feels inferior; Luo Zu is still in the Devouring Starry Sky on Earth.

"Let me correct a mistake first." Ziyuan raised her hand and tapped the old man with a lazy and leisurely gesture.

A bolt of purple lightning struck down!

“You are not proof that people from the Cursed Realm have survived through their efforts.” Ziyuan withdrew her hand and turned around. “You are the accomplices of the cursed beasts.”

The old man, charred like charcoal, lay on the ground, slowly melting and turning into countless dead maggots.

"To give peace to the dead is a virtue of cultivators."

The girl took a step, and the roaring magma spread throughout the world!

"You're welcome."

(End of this chapter)