I was transported by the 100-ton Wang Chuangfei and became a plasma spark spirit?

Upon hearing that all-too-familiar voice, Seven froze, then looked up sharply at the silver-red giant slowly descending from the sky, exclaiming in delight, "Brother Zoffy?!"

......

Soon after, a middle-aged version of Li Qingyang stood before Moroboshi Dan and Feng Yuan, speaking solemnly.

"So, tell me more about the Dark Shadow Mage and Qingyang."

............

............

As always, the school bell at Zongwu High School rang on time after school.

The classroom was instantly filled with noise and energy as students gathered in twos and threes, discussing which club to join or where to go after school.

Eriri Sawamura Spencer turned a deaf ear to this.

Her golden twin ponytails hung quietly behind her as she silently packed her textbooks and stationery into her schoolbag, her movements devoid of any extra emotion, like a robot with a pre-programmed sequence of actions.

She's been like this ever since she transferred to Soubu High School.

He doesn't join clubs, doesn't actively make friends, and goes straight home after school, like a shadow that doesn't fit in with his surroundings.

On the way home, the conversations of passersby always revolved around that golden giant.

"Have you heard? A passenger plane was attacked by a monster today!"

"Of course I heard! That lord made his move again! That was so cool!"

"Yes, they saved the plane in an instant and blasted the monster into the brightest mushroom cloud on the horizon!"

"It's so strong it hurts my teeth!"

Eriri paused slightly, gripping the handle of her schoolbag tightly.

The first emotion that arose in my heart was an irrepressible longing, while the second emotion was an overwhelming sense of loss and despondency.

If... just if...

If Zoffy had come into this world sooner, then that person... wouldn't he have survived?

She knew that this idea was despicable and unreasonable.

She knew that this way of thinking was irrational and naive.

Zoffy saved the world and is the undisputed hero.

However, whenever he sees people's fanatical worship of that giant of light, and the news that Aki Tomoya was found in the ruins and turned into mincemeat, with only his head remaining relatively intact, the image of him would uncontrollably surface in his mind.

If Zoffy had arrived sooner, even just a few months earlier... wouldn't he have been spared from death?

A mix of grateful anticipation and melancholic regret tore at her heart, causing her to feel constantly drained and on the verge of a personality split.

"I'm home!"

Eriri weakly pushed open the door, only to find a pair of unfamiliar shoes in the entryway that didn't belong to her.

"Oh my, welcome back, Eriri!"

Sawamura Sayuri, dressed in a brightly colored kimono, came out of the living room with small, quick steps and a mysterious smile on her face.

"Guess who Mom brought home?"

"?"

Following the direction Sayuri pointed, Eriri saw a blonde girl sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room.

With fair skin, slightly upturned phoenix eyes, and a cool and mature demeanor, she exudes elegance.

Sayuri Sawamura walked up to the girl and introduced her with an almost boastful and humorous tone.

"Ta-da! Shiina Mashiro-chan, the daughter of Mom's childhood friend and a world-class genius artist!"

Eriri's gaze fell on the girl called Shiina Mashiro, without any admiration, excitement, or even a ripple of emotion.

World-class? Genius artist?

Sri Lanka, 1...

Then she nodded slightly.

"Hello."

"..."

"..."

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Sawamura Sayuri's smile froze, and the air seemed to solidify into an awkward shape.

Oh no, this is a major social media disaster.

My daughter's autism is more serious than I thought!

Just as Sawamura Sayuri was racking her brains to try and warm up the atmosphere, Shiina Mashiro, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, her voice cold and emotionless.

"Drawing board".

"Eh?"

"The drawing board," Shiina Mashiro repeated, her gaze sweeping over the two of them as if searching for something.

Sawamura Sayuri quickly and gently advised, "Mashiro-chan, you just flew in from England and then encountered such a terrible monster attack. You must be very tired, right? Don't rush to draw, you should rest first..."

"We need a drawing board."

Shiina Mashiro interrupted her, her tone carrying a hint of stubbornness.

"Now, let's draw."

have to.

Sawamura Sayuri sighed inwardly, rubbing her forehead. Geniuses really do think on a completely different wavelength than ordinary people.

"Yes, yes, Auntie understands."

She led Shiina Mashiro to the family's art studio, which was originally prepared for Eriri.

Sayuri Sawamura hoped that her daughter would rekindle her passion for drawing after transferring to this school, but to her surprise, her daughter became discouraged and stopped reading anime and manga altogether, completely immersing herself in her studies.

It's as if she's trying to numb herself with studying.

As a mother, she saw it all and felt deeply pained.

The smile on her daughter's face, the one she most wanted to see, was the one she had painstakingly drawn with all her might, especially the tentacle-themed comics...

The studio is fully equipped with all kinds of painting tools.

Shiina Mashiro walked straight to the easel, picked up a paintbrush, and instantly entered her own world, as if everything around her was isolated from her.

Eriri had already planned to go back to her room, but when she saw Shiina Mashiro pick up a paintbrush, her steps froze, and she subconsciously stopped.

As an artist, even just a fan artist, she couldn't resist the instinct to observe the creations of a true genius.

Shiina Mashiro didn't make a draft and started writing directly.

Golden paint flowed and gathered on the canvas, and light and shadow were born under her brush.

The paintbrush dances across the canvas, spreading layers of golden paint, and light and shadow intertwine beneath the brushstrokes.

A painting quickly took shape.

It was a bottom-up, upward-looking perspective.

Amidst the infinitely dazzling light, the towering golden giant slowly transformed into particles of light, dissipating with the wind.

He stood there, simply existing, radiating a divine aura that defied description, as if the brilliance of the entire universe had converged upon him.

Sawamura Sayuri stared in disbelief, feeling that any words seemed pale and powerless in the face of it, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"S...S...S Guoyi...He's amazing! He truly deserves to be called a world-class genius painter..."

She turned to her daughter, who was also staring intently, and found that Eriri's face was filled with complex emotions.

The painting is finished.

Sawamura Sayuri stepped forward and sincerely praised, "What a masterpiece, Mashiro-chan! Have you decided on a name for this painting?"

Shiina Mashiro did not answer, but silently gazed at the golden giant on the canvas, her eyes reflecting the brilliant light.

After a long while, she finally spoke softly.

"god."

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Gulp... A 5K-word chapter, and another huge one at noon (eyes glazed over)...

Help me up, I can still type...

(Setting the bowls down with trembling hands)

Main text: Chapter 85 The Little Ghost Girl Goes Bad and Starts Scolding; Megumi is Looking Forward

Sweat dripped from his chin like beads from a broken string, splashing onto the floor where small puddles had formed.

"Click...click..."

The sound wasn't coming from dumbbells, but from Li Qingyang's bones.

Under the ravages of training that pushed him to his limits, his arm bones groaned in unbearable strain, and even developed minor fractures.

Muscle fibers were torn in large pieces, and the excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave, enough to make any tough guy faint instantly.

But the next second, a warm golden light seeped out from deep within the black-haired boy's body, precisely enveloping the damaged area.

The shattered bones rapidly reassembled in the light, and the broken muscle fibers reconnected at a visible speed, becoming even stronger than before.

"Ha ha......"

Li Qingyang was panting heavily, experiencing this bittersweet feeling.

Hmm... he's not dead.

Good, he's not dead.

Then let's continue.

This kind of self-torture training, which involves relentlessly testing the limits of physical collapse and then being forcibly pulled back by one's own superpowers, is even more addictive than those petty thugs smoking, drinking, and getting perms.

He dared to say that even if a tyrant with a cane in a jeep came along, he would be unable to resist performing a tactical lean back and patting him on the shoulder, saying "Siguni (?)" with his training method.

............

After an unknown amount of time, when Li Qingyang carefully placed the dumbbells back against the wall, looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water, he noticed that the little girl in the red dress had returned sometime earlier.

She sat quietly at a low table not far away, her two fair legs gently resting on the floor, her clear eyes silently watching him without saying a word.

It's truly haunted.

Li Qingyang was already used to her elusive appearances and walked straight to the refrigerator without any surprise. He took out a bottle of iced tea, unscrewed the cap, and chug it down his throat.

The cool, sweet liquid slid down his throat, slightly cooling his burning body.

Cool!

This is the last bottle, though. I'll go restock later.

Just then, he felt his trouser leg being gently tugged.

Li Qingyang lowered his head and met the little girl's exquisitely beautiful face.

"?"

The little girl in the red dress tilted her head back and spoke softly, word by word, in her ethereal and clear voice.

"Qingyang, those high-ranking officials in Japan's government are a group of inhuman beasts who wear human skin but are insatiably greedy."

"Pfft—cough cough cough cough!"

Before I could even swallow the black tea that had just entered my mouth, it sprayed out in a mist the next instant.

Li Qingyang coughed violently, completely stunned, staring at the calm little ghost girl before him with the look of someone looking at an alien.

What the hell?!