Sakura Emma, I'm going to control you fiercely!

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But Emma ignored her.

She watched as the scissors and strips of cloth came flying in, with her gaze fixed on the scissors—

A flashing QTE icon appeared on the screen.

Pressing the QTE button, Emma instantly seized the opportunity, gripped the scissors with both hands, and actually turned them into her own weapon.

Emma doesn't die from bare hands!

Strips of cloth were wrapped around Emma, attempting to bind her entire body.

But when she opened her scissors, she shredded everything in one go.

But she still kept a strip of cloth.

Emma appeared to be looking at the wreckage suspended in mid-air, but she was actually looking at the E key next to the cloth strip.

Click to interact, and she climbs upwards.

"This works?!" Emma ignored Hannah's incredulous voice and quickly approached the [Rain-Praying Weaver] on the top of the clock tower.

The weaver did not sit idly by; the cloth strips instantly regenerated and attacked Emma just as they had before.

But Emma ignored her and focused on moving forward.

She parried horizontal strips of cloth with scissors; she cleaved them precisely in half when attacked from above; and when attacks came from all directions at once, they were all in vain within her invincible dodge frame.

The way the dancers dodged the enemy left Emma, who was watching the battle from a first-person perspective, speechless.

My own body... is it really that amazing?

Why do my physical fitness tests only go as average when I use them myself?

In just a few minutes, Emma had already reached the top of the clock tower—in front of the [rain-praying weaver].

Emma was incredulous, 'They actually got here...'

The textile worker's doll-like hair emitted a sharp laugh, causing Yang Wen's screen to display static, and even his headphones were completely drowned out by the noise.

But Emma, oblivious to everything, simply opened the scissors—

Aim at the front of you and make a cut.

Click!

The sound of something breaking was unclear!

Once Yang Wen's screen was restored, Emma was able to see the scene before her clearly:

The textile worker's head is slowly falling off, its smooth cut revealing Emma's victory!

Hannah saw everything clearly and was amazed.

"...You did it so easily?"

Is this junior really not a magical girl?

I originally thought that with the sheer scale of the wreckage, fighting for an hour shouldn't be a problem.

It turned out that the trip ended less than two minutes after we entered the clock tower...

Just like a magical girl on TV facing a monster, she handles it with ease!

But the next moment—the neat cross-section of the textile worker's wound, the smooth lines of the wound, all turned into strips of cloth.

The ends of the strips of cloth curled up like fists.

Dozens of fists loomed over Emma's head, casting a shadow.

Emma's thoughts faltered. The difference between victory and defeat was revealed in the blink of an eye.

But Yang Wen looked completely relaxed.

On the screen, the fully red name that he had already anticipated appeared.

【Remains Familiar: Rain-Praying Weaver Lv15】

Yang Wen already knew this.

I shifted my perspective and glanced at Hannah, who was about to plummet from her peak.

Yang Wen's plan has only just begun.

Clang, clang!

Then, Hannah, sitting in the audience, heard a series of crisp metallic clanging sounds.

As she looked up, Emma was already being pounded down by the rain of punches, like a rag in the wind.

She had no wings. Amidst the relentless attacks, she fell into the rain.

puff!

Unfortunately, Emma fell into a pool of water.

Life or death is uncertain.

Hannah stared blankly at the pool, and unconsciously murmured:

"Eh?"

What just happened?

Isn't it... that we're about to win?

Didn't Emma already cut off the head of the remains?

Hannah slowly raised her head, looking at the ruins above the clock tower.

She felt as if the wreckage could see her too.

In a daze, Hannah felt like a magical girl on television, facing the wreckage alone.

If she were the protagonist of an anime, she would probably transform into a magical girl after facing despair.

Unfortunately... the wreckage glanced at her and then ignored her.

Continue whipping the strips of cloth into the pool again and again.

"A miracle...? Hope?"

Hannah then realized: this didn't seem to be a television animation, but reality.

After all, in reality, miracles and hope don't favor everyone.

The heavy rain soaked the world. But the pool, after being repeatedly whipped by strips of cloth, became much shallower with the splashing.

A voice came from the surging water.

"No, don't... touch her..."

Hannah spoke, her whole body trembling.

The wreckage suddenly turned its head, pointing the strip of cloth at Hannah.

"what……"

Hannah's body trembled from the cold rain, as if she were in an ice cave.

She desperately wanted to save her junior, just like the junior had saved her before.

But Hannah considered countless methods, whether it was direct confrontation or cunning.

She even began doing things that were tantamount to praying to God:

I silently repeated "I want to become a magical girl" dozens of times in my mind, just like in the TV shows, like someone in the desert yearning for an oasis.

But upon closer examination, none of them are of any use in the current situation.

Ultimately, he had no choice but to draw the fire of the wreckage himself.

As she watched the wreckage unleash a dozen or so strips of cloth, which rained down on her like a curtain of rain...

Hannah's lips trembled slightly, forcing a tearful smile:

"Miracles and hope seem to exist in reality, Emma."

--"wrong."

But at that moment, a clear voice rang out.

The strips of cloth from the wreckage immediately stopped attacking.

Hannah also looked toward the sound.

That was the pool, and also the place where Emma disappeared.

A staggering figure crawled up from the edge of the pool:

Sakura Emma.

Emma Sakura was covered in wounds, and her scissors were broken. Her stockings had several holes in them, and her sailor uniform was torn, revealing her bra.

The junior who had been protecting Hannah for so long wiped away her nosebleed and whispered:

"...exists."

"what?"

In the distance and through the rain, Hannah could barely hear.

Meanwhile, Yang Wen, in front of the screen, turned off the [Leap of Faith] that helped him reduce damage upon landing. Recalling how he had consecutively [Parried] the debris attacks in mid-air, that was truly the pinnacle of his skill.

He looked at the Heart Gem [Going Against the Grain], focusing on its key skill:

[The Power of Hope: Before transformation or at the most dangerous moment, inputting specific lines will greatly enhance your power for a short period of time]

So, under Hannah's gaze, Emma clutched the wound on her shoulder.

I said...it exists.

The heavy rain drowned out her soft voice.

The wreckage changed direction, and this time the target was still Emma.

Emma, however, has now lost all her weapons.

With her stamina completely depleted, dodging was no longer an option; the broken scissors made parrying an impossible feat.

Hannah watched as the wreckage's attack gradually approached Emma, frame by frame.

She was puzzled as to what Emma wanted to say to her.

Then, just as the attack was about to hit Emma...

The girl in pink gave Hannah the most genuine, pink smile she had ever shown her since they met:

I mean—

She was like a child who hadn't grown up yet, speaking in a tone that adults found both amusing and perplexing, expressing the deepest innocence hidden in the hearts of young boys and girls:

"Miracles and hope do exist!"

thumping!!!

The moment she finished speaking, a dazzling pink light burst forth from Emma Sakura!

The light shattered all the fabric remnants; the light evaporated the ensuing rain.

The light shone in Hannah's eyes, shattering all her despair.

Volume 1: Chapter 10 Magical Girl Emma

Emma slowly took out what was in her bag: a pink, pigeon-egg-shaped gem.

A dazzling pink light erupted from the center of Sakura Emma.

The delicate pink light fragments, like satellites swaying around a planet, intimately drifted around her.

Hannah felt as if the scene before her was a mirage. The particles of light intertwined with the rain, like trying to see flowers through the fog.

It wasn't until a particle of light drifted before Hannah's eyes that she realized:

"Emma... has become a magical girl?"