My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

In this world, everyone is different.

Some people are born with a more cheerful personality and a more proactive attitude, while others are always quiet and reserved.

There's no inherent superiority or inferiority between them; it's simply a difference in lifestyle. But sometimes, inevitably, a thought will arise in one's mind:

"If I could change myself a little, would I get along better with others?"

"If I were as outgoing and lively as so-and-so, would I be just as popular as them?"

The answer is:

indeed so.

Even in visual novels, a good ending can only be achieved by having an ordinary, unremarkable, and slow-witted protagonist choose various routes.

If you just stay quietly in place, then—nothing will happen.

In his bedroom, Wayne sat on the floor.

The floor is covered with expensive carpets, which the maids clean regularly, so there's no need to worry about getting your clothes dirty.

He stretched out one hand forward, and faint brownish-yellow light gathered in his palm, forming a small earthen figure that changed into various poses according to Wayne's will.

The natives suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke, and soon after they gathered together again, and a miniature tank, which looked like nothing more than a miniature tank, appeared on the carpet.

Wayne's spirits lifted, and he activated his magic.

Tanks materialized on the carpet, forming a steel torrent amidst the brown dust, their tracks kicking up clouds of sand.

He laughed happily, and was about to conjure some more planes to join the battle when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his brain, and everything went black. All the mini-tanks disappeared.

"hiss--"

Wien rubbed his temples and frowned deeply.

He sighed and muttered to himself, "It's still not enough. The magic and spells I have are not enough to support me in making a model that is too intricate."

Earth magic may not be as flashy, but it still has a lot of uses.

Wayne even envisioned a future where he could use earth magic to create all sorts of exquisite figurines to sell and make a fortune.

This inspiration came from Chris's handicraft department.

But once he actually got his hands on it, he discovered that the more exquisite the object he wanted to make, the more energy it would consume.

In reality, after possessing such powerful magic, no one would want to earn money in such a meager way, because it would be a losing proposition.

Forget it, I don't have any pressure to survive right now, so I'll just live a life of leisure and wait to die.

At most, he should live up to his status as a magical genius and just work hard to practice magic.

Don't do anything unnecessary. Just stick close to the protagonist, and you can rise to the top along with them.

He leaned back and lay down on the carpet.

From this vantage point, you can see the moon outside the window.

A full moon hangs quietly in the sky, shining equally on all living things under this sky.

The hazy, silvery moonlight gently spilled into the room, draping the tables, chairs, and furniture in a mysterious veil.

I wonder if the moon is full or waning on Earth right now?

Just as he closed his eyes and was about to drift off to sleep, there was a gentle knock on the window.

"Bang bang".

"The window wasn't closed, climb up yourself..." He stood up in astonishment, staring at the window that was four or five meters above the ground.

A small dog wearing strange light wings floated in mid-air.

Just like when they parted not long ago, Little White flapped its wings and floated in with practiced ease, sitting on his bed.

Wayne Winche.

It started to speak, in a babyish voice.

"Young man, sign a contract with me and become the Magical Girl Bar!"

Wayne was dumbfounded.

Damn, am I dreaming?

He closed his eyes and lay back down.

Little White leaped off the bed and landed on Wayne's stomach.

Wayne instantly curled up into a shrimp-like shape on the ground in agony.

He grabbed the puppy, flipped it over, and pinned it beneath him, growling menacingly, "Tell me! Where did you come from, you monster who came here to possess others?"

"I am not a monster."

Little White easily broke free from Wayne's grasp, its wings of light fluttering behind it.

"I am an observer from another dimension. That world has been devoured by a runaway witch, and if a magical girl doesn't step up to save everyone, this world will soon be destroyed!" it said earnestly.

"Oh, really!" Wayne exclaimed in a slightly high-pitched, flustered voice.

The next moment, his face turned extremely gloomy: "You're kidding me! Do you think I haven't watched magical girl anime?"

Earth elemental energy gathered wildly in Vayne's palm, forming a massive sphere of light.

"Team fight can be lost, but QB must die!"

The puppy's face hardened, and it bared its teeth, saying, "You may disagree with my suggestion, but if you dare to sabotage my actions, you'll face the consequences!"

With a flick of its slender arm, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket lashed out of the window.

"boom!"

A large tree in the courtyard, which looked to be about a hundred years old, split open with a crack, falling into two halves and emitting a faint glow of fire and a strong smell of burning.

"In this world, if you die, you probably will never have the chance to live again."

It said it casually.

Wayne silently dispersed the magic gathered in his hands and sat down.

"While I still have reservations," he said, changing the subject, "I must admit that your suggestion is very constructive."

The little white dog sneered and said, "Good to know."

"Even if my power hasn't fully recovered, scattering your ashes would be effortless for me." It stepped onto the window sill and jumped out again. "Think about it carefully. The way magical girls understand and use magic is on a completely different level than the low-level magic in this world."

"...Nonsense, if the scripts are all mixed up, how can they be in the same dimension?" Wayne retorted.

Xiaobai wasn't listening at all and continued, "The Witch's Night is approaching, and your strength is insufficient to resist it. Only by becoming magical girls can you possess the power to protect this peaceful life."

I believe you will agree someday.

It said this, gave Wayne a deep look, and then drifted toward the side courtyard where Pokran lived.

After it disappeared, Wayne slammed his fist on the carpet.

"Damn it! What kind of twisted humor is this, making a guy like me a magical girl?"

To be frank, he didn't believe a single word that guy said.

What magical girl?! It's most likely just an excuse for them to carry out other conspiracies.

"What a fucking dog! It really is a dog!"

He had long suspected something was off about this bastard; his intelligence was far too high, and he seemed to be deliberately targeting him. Now, it seemed his guesses about some divine beast or sacred creature were far too hasty.

But... does Chris know about its problem?

They probably don't know.

Before this, it was an extremely well-behaved puppy, and it would even obediently accept Wayne's baths and dressings.

Wayne suddenly realized: Something's not right!

It might not be that powerful at all! Otherwise, it could do whatever it wants without giving itself a chance to refuse.

However, he dared not gamble.

This might really be his only chance to live.

"Ugh...this is so hard for me!"

Wayne let out a wail and buried his head in the blanket.

Originally, I just wanted to coast through this transmigrated life, but I never expected to face both a reverse harem deadly situation and a cross-dressing deadly situation...