Chapter 316

Chapter 316: I Also Want to Watch Honey Qing’s Live Stream; the End of Disaster

Dongliu Island, Osaka City.

The haze in the sky was thick and oppressive.

The disaster aura that swallowed light and vision transformed into various ugly and terrifying monsters, just like the hundred demons roaming in the night in Dongliu mythology, freely wandering the streets, malls, and even houses.

These unfortunate citizens had nowhere to hide, like a flock of sheep being chased by wolves, fleeing in a panic with blank minds, gradually losing their mental defenses, until they finally reached the despairing moment of waiting for Disaster Relief.

For ordinary people, disaster was an unsolvable existence.

Even if they understood that the monsters were illusions and could not harm them for now, the environment filled with disaster aura twisted their minds, heightened emotions, and gradually made calm and brave individuals lose their sanity and become playthings.

And the worst part was that the disaster aura beam had only been present for less than 10 minutes.

These monsters created by the disaster fog had already undergone several evolutions.

At first, they had many flaws and weaknesses, needing the proper environment to break through their inner defenses.

Now, with more and more wishes harvested from this, they had slowly come alive through fear, starting to mildly interfere with reality, bringing despair that shattered worldviews.

"I want to survive."

"I want to leave here."

"I want the monsters in front of me to disappear."

"I want the power to fight against the monsters."

Wishes like these were deliberately guided and instantly fulfilled under the mastermind’s control, completing a closed loop of harvesting.

The streets and alleys were filled with innocent people collapsed on the ground, eroded by disaster aura; it felt like an ant nest plunged into hot water, with the remaining survivors exhausted from running.

And in the center of the light column, the hospital,

Kuromi Hitomi sat in the operating room. After making a wish, her mind became completely confused, and unlike the doctor, nurses, and patients, she did not choose to run away.

The girl simply stayed quietly by her mother’s side, holding her thin hand and looking down at her mother in the hospital bed.

Kuromi’s hair had fallen out during chemotherapy. Her once beautiful face had lost all color, her skin became pale, and brown spots appeared on her face and other parts of her body, making her look like a wilting plant, thin and weak.

But the most shocking sight was the wound on her neck, cut open as if with a key, the flesh cruelly torn apart, revealing a rough and gruesome edge, turning into a stream of flowing blood.

If it hadn’t been for the dark mist that stopped the bleeding after her wish, she probably would have stopped breathing long ago.

"Mom, you have always been so strong in enduring pain."

Kuromi Hitomi felt her mother’s warmth with her fingertips, like a small animal shivering in the winter. Her wish had not come true yet, and the disaster aura seemed to have not twisted her mind, causing old memories to rush back like a parade.

Dad once said that Mom was an athlete in her school days, then became a fashion designer, and slowly left the workforce to become a housewife after giving birth to her.

Kuromi Hitomi always thought that her mother was a remarkable person.

When Mom cooked, she didn’t cry out when oil splashed on her, and she didn’t cry if she accidentally cut her finger while chopping vegetables. With her tiny body, she could lift heavy things. Even when she was in pain, she managed to smile and told herself that everything would be okay.

Even the scary, ugly wounds were caused by Mom, who chose to hurt herself so she wouldn’t be a burden to anyone.

Kuromi Hitomi looked at her mother’s pale and weary face. The disaster aura in her soul was driven by her feelings, flowing back into the rules, as she prayed for her wish to come true quickly.

Of course, the girl knew that the voice did not come from a god.

In fact, just looking around, one could see that words like "devil" and "demon" better described the sudden voice that appeared in her mind.

But it didn’t matter. Kuromi Hitomi was willing to pay any price; she only wanted to save her family, to save… her mother, who had raised her through hardships for many years.

So, [Disaster Relief] echoed her feelings and wishes.

The strong and wicked disaster aura flowed from her fingertips into Kuromi Saki’s body, far more terrifying than the cancer cells. They began to spread like an unstoppable virus, using invisible distortions to swallow all the sickness.

On the outside, the result showed that the wound on her neck was healing perfectly, the bruises on her body were disappearing, the signs of blood loss were gone, her complexion was becoming healthier, and her gaunt cheeks turned rosy.

Kuromi Hitomi’s eyes were lost in thought, and as her mother talked about "health," her awareness began to fade. Her body’s energy and life seemed to flow backward, and she could no longer control her limbs.

At this moment,

The girl’s ability to think was almost gone. She couldn’t even think about her own death and how sad it would make her mother; she could only drown in false hope, ready to welcome an end to everything.

The malice that hid behind it was fierce and overwhelming.

For Disaster, the feelings that come after hopes shatter are the best seasoning.

So, all that was needed was to wait quietly, waiting for the moment the girl believed her wish had come true. Then, Disaster would blast Kuromi Saki into a cloud of red mist and devour the despair born out of love.

Time passed.

Kuromi Hitomi’s vitality grew dimmer.

This was the rule of [Disaster Relief] collecting its payment; even without a disaster aura as a medium, it could use its rules to harvest the lifespan of clients whose wishes it had fulfilled on a conceptual level.

Kuromi Saki’s appearance looked completely healed, and her consciousness, under the permission of the disaster aura, shone again. She weakly opened her eyes and saw her daughter, who was holding her hand, seemingly fast asleep. In a daze, she whispered:

"Hitomi? Am I in hell?"

Kuromi Hitomi awoke from her dreamlike state and joyfully hugged her mother, wanting to say something, but suddenly noticed the numerous cracks appearing on her mother’s skin.

– Crack.

The sound, like cracking pottery, echoed in her ears, piercing her heart.

The girl felt like she was in an ice cellar; she realized what was about to happen, but she could not stop the collapse of flesh and blood, the harsh reality of losing a loved one. The disaster aura within her soul bubbled with excitement, anticipating the forthcoming taste of sorrow and despair.

But just as the disaster aura within the two began to stir,

The Eternal Spear of the God King Odin drifted through the threads of fate, crossing the distances of time and space. It transformed into a blazing meteor, stirring up hurricanes and fierce fire, recklessly and wildly piercing through the black walls of the sky!

The disaster aura’s beam of light was forcefully struck down from the horizon, tearing through the darkness like a meteor, causing the vast black wall to collapse with a loud crash. The countless fragments that fell burned fiercely; they were supposed to explode in a chain reaction after shattering, harming many innocent people, as Golden Bowl had predicted.

The threads of fate at the conceptual level fell faster than time; they covered the entire area of the disaster aura light column, connecting the destinies of all the people with the stage in Sankt Wolfgang.

In that moment, everyone became an audience, momentarily seeing the stage shining with brilliance.

The girl’s cool braid swayed as she tilted her head, and the rosebud earrings by her ears gently swayed. Her golden eyes seemed to look across mountains and rivers, gazing at everyone present, her pink lips curled into a drowning smile.

This person seemed to say:

"Don’t worry, everything is fine. Just leave it to me."

It was as if she hummed an old lullaby, just like a mother’s embrace, bringing comfort and dispelling fear.

The "Pure White Ode" slowly descended and danced with the other four "Heart Flow."

The shimmering lights mixed with pure white, cherry pink, blue-green, emerald green, and deep black, turning into a brilliant sun that thunderously flooded every area, instantly evaporating all disaster aura.

At that moment, the voices of the little idols echoed around the world:

"No one can be just like me in a unique way."

"Just like magic, I will be flying free."

The hospital corridor,

The shimmering cherry blossoms wove through fate’s path, entering the operating room and scattered over the mother and daughter. The consequences of Disaster were flowing backward, and the dark mist that had just escaped from the shell was shining and evaporating.

The cracks on Kuromi Hitomi’s body slowly melted away, and Chu Yuanqing’s will governed the fate of the Eternal Spear, reversing all the wounds caused by the Disaster back to the essence of Disaster Relief.

This miraculous scene was happening to countless people, healing the remnants of the Disaster’s wounds.

In a daze, Kuromi Hitomi saw Kirimi Miyuki singing on stage, overwhelmed by the emotion so real it made her want to cry. When she came to her senses, a bright and warm world appeared before her.

Miyuki…

The girl whispered the name of her idol as she looked at her mother, safe in the hospital bed. She forced a radiant smile, held her tightly, and let her tears fall like rain, crying out,

"Mom, welcome back."

…

…

Sea City, First People’s Hospital.

The hospital building, the first floor atrium.

"Honey Ling, run fast!"

Pei Xiaotong sat in the wheelchair, anxiously looking at her silly cousin sister ahead. Suddenly, a loud buzzing filled her ears, and she felt a sharp pain in her head. After saying this, the reflections in front of her swayed even more, and she felt completely weak.

Behind the little girl was a tall figure woven from disaster fog. It was pitch black and deep, with its limbs and torso in a spiral shape, and its arms ended in a giant scythe dragging on the ground.

Pei Xiaotong could see it from the first-person perspective.

Her consciousness seemed to be spread inside; during intense emotions, she could even control this creature, similar to a puppet, a subhuman, or a guardian spirit, to some extent.

But frighteningly, the consciousness in this body was wild and fierce; the moment it was born, it nearly killed her parents, filled with the terrifying thought of "wanting to take their legs to fill its own emptiness."

Pei Xiaotong desperately controlled the monster to stop its scythe-like motion. She made it throw her onto a wheelchair and pushed the wheelchair towards the outside, away from her parents, trying to prevent a tragedy.

But the result…

Coincidentally, they ran into Xu Ling, who had just come back from the restroom.

This monster was especially interested in those close to it, and the moment it saw Xu Ling, a desire to cut off her legs surged within it.

In the instant the young girl lost her focus, the shadowy figure suddenly broke apart, transforming into countless dark particles, like a dense swarm of bees, swiftly flying towards her.

Xu Ling had no time to think about what was happening; she ran with a speed worthy of a university student, feeling like she was suddenly back in high school, caught off guard when she learned she had to participate in the 800-meter race.

The girl’s eyes were filled with innocence undimmed by knowledge; why did the sky suddenly darken?

Why were there people all around her who had fainted? Why wasn’t there an uncle or aunt next to Honey Tong, and instead, was there a surreal monster? Most importantly, why was she being chased?!

Never mind; if that monster was chasing her, it wouldn’t chase after Honey Tong, right? She hoped that foolish person would quickly hide in the wheelchair.

Xu Ling gasped and looked back; she caught a glimpse of something behind her and was terrified to see that a dense cloud of particles had formed into a half-figure carrying a scythe, coming right at her.

Suddenly, time seemed to slow down.

The whisper of Disaster Relief echoed in her ears:

"Do you… have a wish you want to fulfill?"

Xu Ling’s first reaction was not to make a wish but to instinctively leap forward. She used a little trick she had learned during military training in college, rolled over quickly, and got back up, dodging the huge scythe’s attack.

The hard ground was sliced cleanly, making a loud whooshing sound, shocking her and causing her to forget the strange voice in her head. She took a sharp turn into a corner and ran for her life.

No way! A single cut would definitely split her in half!

Xu Ling crossed the hallway and curled around to hide in the bathroom. She squeezed out every bit of her potential and had come to truly believe in the existence of magical girls.

If there were no magical girls, but there were these monsters, then this world should have been doomed a long time ago, right?

Unfortunately, the monster seemed not to want to give her the chance to wait for the magical girl.

No matter how she tried to run in circles, it could go straight through walls, taking the quickest route to catch her. The only reason it hadn’t finished her off was that it was playing a game of cat and mouse, luring her into making a wish.

Xu Ling couldn’t keep it up for long. As someone who never exercised, was always awake at night, and even lacked sleep, after running for just a few minutes, her body announced it was out of energy, and she ended up panicking and running into a dead end, stumbling and falling.

Thud, her phone slipped to the side, and the messages from the fan support group vibrated back and forth, popping up one after another.

[@Honey Ling, wake up quickly! If you don’t go live soon, Honey Qing’s show will be over!]

[@Honey Ling, wake up! I heard there are police lines all over Hongkou District, and the sky is filled with black light. Are you nearby? Do you know what’s going on?]

Although she caught a glimpse of her goofy friends’ @ mentions and comments, looking at the approaching monster, Xu Ling truly couldn’t pick up her phone to send any emojis to the group, let alone watch Honey Qing’s live show.

The girl wanted to cry but had no tears. She was certainly very afraid of death, but missing the stage of Honey Qing and Little Sakura under such a certain situation was truly unfortunate and felt like torture.

At that moment,

The voice of [Disaster Relief] sounded again:

"Do you… have a wish you want to fulfill?"

Xu Ling’s eyes were empty. She was enchanted by the disaster aura, and her feelings took over. She directly revealed her deepest wish at that moment, saying in a teary voice:

"I… I don’t want to miss the stage of Honey Qing and Miyuki. I want to watch the live stream with Honey Tong like my friends do!"

Then, the distant scythe fell, and the illusionary waves turned into a screen, instantly reflecting the corresponding image.

The monster turned to find Pei Xiaotong and pushed her wheelchair over.

But strangely, only half a line of lyrics had passed on the screen, and the wheelchair hadn’t even moved ten meters. The sparkle of gem-like fragments swirled around, turning the nearby monster into a blurry mist, breaking the waves apart as well.

And before the disaster relief could respond,

Gungnir, rushing from the heavens like a burning meteor, brought fierce flames and shattered the whole disaster aura beam. It spread threads of fate, connecting hundreds of thousands nearby, while also fulfilling Honey Ling’s wish.

So, under the bewildered gaze of Pei Xiaotong and Xu Ling,

The gloom on the horizon was swept away, revealing a clear blue sky and the shining light that hinted at the sudden end of the disaster. The sound of the "Pure White Ode," transcending live broadcasts, made one feel the taste of a live stage.

At this moment, just as confused was the magical girl outside, who had just changed into her performance outfit, ready to take the stage and reveal her identity to the dark forces.

The three-colored violet looked at the scene, murmuring in disbelief:

"Does the Countermeasures Bureau actually have such a secret weapon? This seems too much; it can influence me from so far away."

Golden Bowl’s amber eyes were filled with shock as she whispered:

"This is undoubtedly Shining Magic, but there should only be our team in Sea City, and…"

Golden Bowl quickly built her Magic Armor and flew to the edge of the disaster aura’s light beam, brushing against a thread of fate.

Then, illusory shadows surrounded her.

Five layers of Heart Flow? But there were all unfamiliar faces.

Wait, that’s not right… The person in the middle is the most popular contestant in the Sea City competition, named Chu Yuanqing?

This is unbelievable; such powerful Shining Magic comes from a yet-to-debut reserve witch?!

But there was no time to process this shock; Pure White Ode had already completed its mission and was entering the phase of hazy memories.

Golden Bowl felt the images in her mind quickly fading; unless she used the Meditation Method and steadily infused her magic, she would not find any substantial information.

"Don’t try to remember."

Golden Bowl snapped back to reality and looked at Esther beside her, nodding seriously in reply.

"I understand now, Teacher Dream Weaver."

Although she forgot what she saw and heard, the feelings lingering in her chest were enough to tell her that what lay behind it… was very likely the hope for humanity’s future.