Chapter 185
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Chapter 185: Once Again, Levatin Strikes. What Is Your Relation to [Pure White]?
Mirror Sea City.
The glass walls of the building shattered with a sound, falling in the rain. They reflected the city’s neon lights, swirling around the billboards by the street, splashing up large amounts of blood and mud.
Xie Qing Yu pulled out a sharp Tang knife from under the umbrella. She resembled a beautiful girl from a comic convention, her wrist gracefully twisting, creating dazzling but empty flourishes with the blade. Flames of the Underworld clung to the edge, evaporating the raindrops they touched. As the blade danced, streams of fire slashed through the air.
These fire snakes swirled around the [witch], like loyal guardians. Sometimes they consumed the remains of disaster beasts nearby, transforming them into puppets under their control. At other times, they swelled into roaring dragons, fiercely driving back strong enemies. They grew louder with the heavy rain, and their flames burned even brighter.
The little butterfly anxiously spoke:
"Little Yu, what should we do? Your magic is almost gone, and we can’t hold off any longer."
Xie Qing Yu looked completely composed. She was surrounded by a magical spell created by the Flames of the Underworld in the rain, with mysterious mist swirling around her. As she walked gracefully, she took down her enemies with ease.
But sadly, this was just an appearance.
Three minutes ago, this witch was not only attacked by a tidal wave of disaster beasts but also had to face a city full of cursed citizens.
In the end, to quickly find the source of the nightmare and return to the meeting, she decided to use 90% of her magic to unleash her strongest spell, a city-destroying Unrestricted Technique.
—Butterfly Burial.
Thus, the entire mirror Sea City drowned in gorgeous bubbles, like a field of blooming violet butterflies, welcoming a silent end.
Although the size of the mirror Sea City was only about one-twentieth of the real Sea City, with edges blurred by chaotic areas, being half destroyed would cause a catastrophic chain reaction, the power was still enough to shock anyone.
However, the result was that Sea City reset as if time had flowed backward.
Xie Qing Yu realized she had made a mistake in her strategy and, like a fool, had to use the remaining 10% of her magic to carve out a path through her enemies. She suffered countless life-threatening injuries during this, relying solely on the properties of Blooming Flowers to endure.
Once the magical power runs out, losing limbs and heads will lead to serious trouble.
Normally, this should not happen.
As magical girls who embody spiritual life, they can restore their magical power in an unusual way; they mainly rely on their thoughts and emotions for instant recovery. Feelings like sadness, pain, anger, joy, and love can transform into a certain amount of magical power as long as the corresponding emotions arise in their hearts.
However, this method has some limitations.
Simply put, the more the feelings match their flower language, the faster their magical power returns. On the other hand, if they use emotions that clash with their flower language, the recovery speed will slow down and the amount will be less.
If it becomes too extreme, side effects will occur.
For example, if their flower language is bravery but they use fear to nourish the Flower of the Soul to produce magical power.
If overdone, it will weaken the blessings of the flower language, and once the accumulation reaches a certain level, those who are not in full bloom will never be able to bloom fully, and those who are in full bloom will lose the chance to activate Blooming Flowers. Even the Lantern Gem will gradually fade, making it impossible to build Magic Armor.
In other words, the witch will be disqualified and can only officially retire.
Xie Qing Yu was in a similar situation. At first, she could quickly regain her magic through her love and care for her sister, her sense of responsibility to protect those younger than her, and her mission to deliver the news of the upper realm’s "pure white." However, as time passed, distrust and fear, even hatred towards the nightmare, began to grow.
Is Honey Xuan still safe?
Has Teacher Dream Weaver still not discovered the nightmare?
How many innocent citizens and contestants has the nightmare killed during this time?
These doubts began to multiply, and countless assumptions swirled in her mind. Anxious feelings grew, and guilt, worry, and helplessness spread uncontrollably, leading the situation into a vicious cycle.
Xie Qing Yu understood that she must make the final decision while there was still a chance to choose. She took a deep breath, carrying heavy thoughts, and said earnestly:
"I’m sorry, Violet."
"I want to use Full Power Mode."
Full Power Mode.
If "Full Bloom" represents a magical girl reaching the peak of her life cycle, then "Full Power Mode" seems to break the usual cycle, allowing her to transcend her limits in a special state.
In this state, the witch will gain a transformation of magical power, activate her spells, progress to a higher level of magic, maintain "Blooming Flowers," and receive a series of enhancements, stepping onto another level.
But no one would easily pay this price.
At least for someone like Violet, born from a lantern, it was destined that after entering "Full Power Mode," she would remain silent for years or even simply die.
The little butterfly, however, seemed unaware; it flew out from the brooch and chirped comfortingly:
"What’s there to feel sorry about? The one suffering the most is Little Yu, so don’t be sad. This pain must have value; I believe you can protect Honey Xuan and those younger ones!"
Once the words were spoken, the brooch transformed back into a watch and then into a purple Lantern Gem.
The so-called "Full Power Mode" requires the magical girl to crush the lantern with her own hands.
Xie Qing Yu felt a choking sensation in her chest, as if a sword had pierced her heart, playing a sound of powerful despair. Raindrops fell into her blue eyes, capturing a city of neon lights while reflecting the tears of the sky, as she dropped her umbrella sword and, with reverence and sadness, held Violet’s true form with both hands, closing her eyes for a final farewell.
"Violet, actually… to me, you are already family like Honey Xuan."
"When I go back, I will pray for you with Xintong, and every day I will pour coconut milk tea on your tombstone, along with grilled pork and fruit salad."
The sudden rain at the horizon stopped, and pure white light shone in.
As Xie Qing Yu spoke, her eyes filled with tears as she was about to crush the Lantern Gem.
Violet smartly realized something was wrong and quickly transformed back into a little butterfly. She avoided the danger of being caught in the girl’s palms, and with her wings, she playfully slapped the girl’s face several times, then joyfully shouted:
"Silly Little Yu, don’t pinch me! The nightmare realm can break on its own!"
Xie Qing Yu blinked in confusion and suddenly found herself back above the venue. She looked gently toward the stage, as if telling the world about the beautiful pure white light, and the many nightmare creatures that were like stray dogs, running for their lives. She was deeply shocked.
What is happening? Could this be the surprise that Teacher Dream Weaver mentioned?
Where is there someone who hasn’t debuted yet, and can use Shining Magic to fight dangerous disaster beasts?
Xie Qing Yu’s mind was in chaos as she bathed in the shining light from the Pure White Witch. Her negative feelings faded away, and she glanced hesitantly toward the direction of the fleeing nightmare, unsure whether to pursue it.
At that moment, the Dreamweaver above the venue regained its form as a mascot, looking down at the suddenly appearing witch and said:
"Little Yu, your sister is fine. No one is hurt in the venue. I am here, so don’t worry and go chase after it."
After hearing this, Xie Qing Yu had no more worries. Her drained magical power quickly recovered, and she raced through the blue sky at super speed. With her umbrella, she unleashed her magic, creating dozens of magical cannons that struck the nightmare’s body, but she soon noticed other unusual things along the way.
The followers, who were like slippery mice, seemed to sacrifice themselves at that moment, stepping up as shields for the nightmare. They appeared outside the venue and launched a suicidal charge, each like a human bomb, bursting under the pressure of heavy weaponry like fireworks.
The real trouble came from the disaster beasts hiding among them. They were numerous like locusts, harder than steel, and as fast as hummingbirds. As the fireworks exploded, they turned into a dark cloud, coming in an unstoppable wave, forcing Xie Qing Yu to defend herself.
It was clear that the officials couldn’t find the followers or disaster beasts before not because of their hiding skills, but because the nightmare had concealed them all until it needed meat shields, releasing them all at once to buy time.
On the other side, in the audience seats below the stage.
Xu Ling looked confused, her eyes filled with tears. It felt as if she had been favored by a divine being, washed clean of the pain brought by the nightmare. The shocking memories that had overturned her view of the world became gradually blurry in the sacred light, and as she tried to recall, she realized she could not remember what had happened.
The girl simply raised her cheering stick and looked motionless towards the distant stage, lifting her head.
Chu Yuanqing’s eyes seemed to float like a golden sea, her pure white hair more beautiful than a wedding dress, swaying gently in the breeze and glowing with a transparent quality in the light. Her smile was so stunning, beautiful like a fairy tale, yet so fragile that it seemed like a drowning goddess.
In that moment, the song "Pure White Ode" was so gentle that it sealed away all memories of the audience, leaving only the feelings of joy and admiration for the stage, causing a wonderful silence to fall over the crowd. After a few moments of silence, a loud cheer erupted.
Chu Yuanqing’s golden eyes faded, her beautiful hair turned dark, and her form as the Pure White Witch lasted only a few seconds in the eyes of the audience, like a special easter egg set up by the official projection effects.
It was exactly this fleeting glimpse, like a blooming flower, that made it so unforgettable.
People always like to feel regret, just like a bright yellow rose in a sea of flowers that goes unnoticed. Only when it withers alone in a rainy alley does it become beautiful, just like the first love of youth, a feeling that exists only once.
Thus, the smile of the Pure White Witch was like an everlasting treasure in the sea, dazzling and eternal in that moment, striking deeper emotions than ever before.
Chu Yuanqing’s magic quickly restored itself, and the overflow continued to nourish the soul within her, allowing a magic still in its making to complete its final weaving. She took a deep breath and, pulling a few dazed little idols with her, hurried back to the backstage to hand over to another team.
The performance miraculously went on as planned.
Chu Yuanqing returned to the waiting room, smiled apologetically at the girls who wanted to ask questions, and said she needed to rest for a while. She closed her eyes and focused completely on the Magic Clone in the audience.
Although she had managed to resolve the crisis of the performance, keeping her daughter and the little idols safe, new hidden dangers had increased.
The most straightforward issue was the identity crisis.
If the golden-eyed, white-haired girl could still explain her change by completing the "Lighting Up" transformation, then defeating the nightmare with "Pure White Ode" was simply too extreme, making it hard not to overthink it.
So, she needed to clear her name and also assist the outside witch.
Thus, Chu Yuanying, who was sitting in the corner of the audience, vanished from the eyes of the Dream Weaver Rabbit.
—Magic Clone, deactivate.
In the next moment, the weary yet handsome man, cold as if made of steel, instantly moved outside the venue.
——Magic Clone, launch.
Chu Yuanying stood before the swarm of disaster beasts. Behind him rumbled the sound of gunfire, and above was Xie Qing Yu, ready to fight back. In that moment, like a ghost untouched by harm, he calmly glanced into the distance, locking onto the nightmare far away.
Xie Qing Yu saw this scene and was about to ask a question when a small butterfly, sensing something early, was so afraid that it covered its mouth with its body.
The extrasensory perception of the witch sent out a warning, making her immediately aware of the growing presence of the other, as powerful as a mountain, like a force that pressed down upon the area, with an ancient, epic atmosphere that felt like the downfall of spring and the collapse of a temple.
How wonderful it was, just to see this person felt like stumbling into forgotten ruins, experiencing an unknown time, listening to a mournful song of blood and fire by the fireplace.
—Echoes of the Past.
The silvery magic, like burning moonlight, stirred the time of a world that did not exist, pulling down shadows of the past and merging them into this Magic Clone.
The forgotten savior, in a daze, seemed to return to the past.
The soul burned in fierce flames, flesh was eroded by the King of Salt, markings of the Old Testament were imprinted in the eyes, the Solar Calendar became a heart like a furnace, branches of Youmir pierced through cells and bones, many powers of the Calamity God blessed him, paying the price of 13 costs for the gift of immortality.
Chu Yuanying surprisingly felt some nostalgia for these long-lost pains, but just like the returning power, these pains felt very faint, like hazy and illusory shadows. When they infused into the false shell, they stirred up little waves and then settled down again.
"Is there only three seconds of time?"
The man looked into the distance; he had shed his gloom and ordinariness. Like lava melting in glass, it broke through a false shell. A steel-like power poured into his body, and with every breath, he felt the world. His senses stretched across half of Sea City, and the lost strength returned, just a tiny fraction of it.
But it was still not enough.
So, following "Echoes of the Past," the newly born magic began to awaken.
— "Annihilated Massacre."
In the next moment, a terrifying intent to kill, like a light that swallowed the world, ignited to the farthest reach of vision. It gripped the swaying time, causing Xie Qing Yu in the air, the soldiers behind, the disaster beasts ahead, and the dozens or hundreds of nightmare phantoms that had fled ten kilometers away, to fall into a still silence as if they were frozen.
— Effect 1: Your intent to kill can lock onto any target, putting them into a state of shock, fear, and dizziness.
At the same time, the silvery-white magical power infused into its shell began to reverse its nature, transforming from cold, gentle, and holy to heated, destructive, and furious.
Suddenly, a deep red color burned fiercely from within.
The flames resembled Laevateinn, as if time really flowed backward to the moment of fighting the Calamity God. She, just like in the past, used the will that supports the backbone of civilization as fuel.
After 17 long years, the fire of hope reignited in the soul, shining brightly and magnificently.
—Effect 2: Your anger, sadness, despair, and pain can nourish the Flower of the Soul, serving as fuel for the heart’s fire and temporarily changing the nature of magic.
"There is only one chance for a strike."
Chu Yuanying’s palm gripped the air, and shadowy darkness fell from the flames. Amidst the crackling sounds of burning, the clash of steel echoed, and one sword shadow after another was forged. In the moment they descended, they merged into one, expanding into the fiery sword once held by Shurt’l.
—Effect 3: The killings you conduct with your true heart can endlessly amplify your killing intent and heart’s fire. When the killings accumulate to the extreme, you can pour all your magic into creating the King’s Sword of Destruction, delivering a devastating strike to your enemy.
At that moment, the boy from 17 years ago seemed to travel through time, glancing back and raising his sword.
"Laevateinn."
Thunder rumbled as the searing temperature created a vacuum, the massive sword blade traced a circular dance. Heavy shadows overlapped and enlarged, like a solitary figure beneath the flames, engulfing the entire venue in darkness. In that moment, everyone heard the crackling sound of a bonfire burning.
Xie Qing Yu looked back and saw dozens of nightmare shadows ten kilometers away, burning away in the fiery clouds at the horizon. This disaster beast, so dangerous it could topple a major city, disappeared like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, leaving not even a trace of disaster aura, completely evaporating into nothing.
The girl was shocked for a moment but quickly regained her focus, looking towards the place where Chu Yuanying was.
That place was completely empty; if not for the warmth lingering in the air and the comforting warmth that only fire could bring, she would hardly believe a person had been there.
Xie Qing Yu silently landed on the ground. After using her magic to investigate the area and finding nothing as expected, she looked at the fading evening glow in the sky and murmured:
"Violet, that… can’t be the power of a witch, can it?"
The little butterfly chirped excitedly:
"I didn’t sense any magical signs, but that uncle was really super handsome! His eyes had the marks of fire; it felt both safe and dangerous, so wonderful."
At the same time.
The Dream Weaver Rabbit observed everything, its crimson eyes reflecting countless data. It murmured:
"Chu Wang Shu’s father, Chu Yuanying."
"A person who did not exist 17 years ago, but 17 years later easily defeated a high-level disaster beast with powers beyond[witch]. Was the nightmare just now also him working together with Chu Yuanqing’s Shining Magic?"
"What… exactly is your relationship with[pure white]?"
