The Tentacle Girl's Child Can't Be a Magical Girl

I've transmigrated. This world seems fraught with danger. There are charlatans in human skin lurking in the shadows, their insidious schemes eroding the last vestiges of trust in humanity; there are heartless witches who, for their own selfish desires, can easily push their companions and humanity into the abyss; and there are abyssal beasts descending from higher-dimensional rifts, mercilessly wielding their silent scythes of death. But for me, the most dangerous are those magical girls soaring through the skies, protecting the world. Why? Perhaps it's because there's something wrong with how I transmigrated…