Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Disaster Aura, the Unnamed Hero, Humanity Will Definitely Conquer the Disaster!

The streets of Fuzaki were very desolate.

The sky was gloomy; along the way, one could always see an old lady picking up trash, the homeless sleeping on the ground, and many elderly people with blank expressions in the nearby park.

Here was the slum of Dongliu. Although it was not far from the city center, it was filled with middle-aged and elderly people waiting for government aid. The stalls by the street sold various goods, including medicine, at very low prices, but they were not included in the government’s support system.

Criminals bred in this place, and the red-light district and gangs could not be stopped.

Kuromi Hitomi’s age and appearance did not match with Fuzaki; she had studied in Tokyo but moved here temporarily due to family reasons.

Since her mother got sick, she had been in a state of half-dropping out of school because of her long commute, working part-time jobs every day to help with household expenses.

Kuromi Hitomi thought of ways to make money in that field; besides the bad atmosphere on Dongliu Island, the environment there was too poor, and when she first arrived, she was often harassed by gangs.

Because of this, she had not worn skirts lately; instead, on summer days, she wore jeans, a light gray sweatshirt, a mask, and a hood to hide her pretty face and figure, wearing sneakers that made her look like a boy from a distance.

There weren’t any good hospitals near Fuzaki, so it took an hour and a half to get to where her mother was hospitalized.

It was already evening; taking the train and subway, she might miss the last bus home, so she planned to spend the night at the hospital or a nearby internet cafe, making it easier to commute to work the next day.

The girl was not troubled by her financial situation; she crammed into the subway car like sardines, her bright eyes looking at the "Dazzling Stage" advertisement rushing by the window, her heart filled with a gradually brightening future.

Little Sakura’s merchandise was more popular than expected. The previous company should have made a good profit by selling the stock.

But after that company closed its idol business, they threw away all the useless items, making the supply so rare that not many people were willing to sell online.

Now, a signed photo had a minimum price of 200,000 yen, which was about 10,000 Daxia coins, and it might not even be genuine, which was quite ridiculous.

Well, it was said that what hurt fans the most made them the most loyal. Fans who had followed Little Sakura for a long time were the most devoted. The prices were high, but not many wanted to sell unless they were in financial trouble.

For new fans, buying merchandise from this time felt like they were not missing out on the toughest times of their idol; it held pure emotional value, and there would always be rich fans willing to pay.

Kuromi Hitomi posted a bundle of merchandise for sale on Donghong’s international platform, along with a photo with Little Sakura and tickets from every performance she attended. Not knowing how much it would sell for, she set a minimum price of 800,000 yen and sent it to auction.

Unable to let go and feeling a long-lasting frustration without an outlet, she, almost like writing a diary, mentioned many past memories while describing the merchandise and its background.

What is your life made of?

Is it filled with desks full of push pins, being pulled into a bathroom and having cold water splashed on you, or standing on the edge of a rooftop, suddenly stepping back and lying on the ground, looking up at the sky in confusion?

Kirimi Miyuki’s shining moment on stage was not just a moment in her life, but a twinkling star among many.

They were usually dim, as if they did not want to disturb their own lives, but always shone brightly in the soul when one wished to give up on life, just like the Milky Way.

The night was heavy, but the stars were always there.

This post was thousands of words long, with every surrounding story told in detail, down to the month and day, mixed with photos from that day, along with the small, diary-like things, and complicated memories of her father and worries about her mother.

Kuromi Hitomi felt numb and unaware, but others, after reading it, could sense the sadness buried inside, along with the thin, cotton-like despair.

Outside the car window, the neon lights on the street flickered; perhaps it was a sign of divine mercy. Just after she got off the train, she saw the hospital building in the distance, and her phone vibrated, signaling the end of the auction.

Kuromi Hitomi took a deep breath, her expression tense, her heart racing, and she walked quickly to the hospital building, filled with nervous and complicated feelings, and opened her phone.

—7,780,000 yen.

Besides this unexpectedly high price, there was also a message from the buyer.

[I will help you keep this treasure safe. When your mom feels better and when you earn enough money when you grow up, you can ‘redeem’ it from me, dear and strong Miss Chunni.]

At the end of the words, there was a heartwarming emoji.

Kuromi Hitomi stood at the hospital door, staring blankly at these words. She saw the auction price record, and the buyer added three million yen without anyone competing.

"Chunni."

This was Kirimi Miyuki’s fan name.

But why could she still be called that even after selling her own merchandise?

Kuromi Hitomi did not understand, but tears were already filling her eyes. Her chest burned with strong emotions, and the warmth from a stranger made the sadness hidden in her heart surge forth, making it hard to control her feelings as she incoherently murmured thank you.

The girl sniffled; after a while, she wiped away her tears, her gaze becoming determined as she held up the thermos and walked inside.

Although the platform would take a part of the money, this amount was enough to cover one dose of the special medicine, so her mom wouldn’t have to endure the pain of repeated chemotherapy anymore.

If everything went well, she could go home in a few months.

At that time, she would take a picture with her healthy mom in the sunlight to show the kind person that her fate had changed because of their goodness.

Kuromi Hitomi smiled, walking faster and eager to share this good news with her mom.

Downstairs, turning the corner, passing by the nurse, and getting on the elevator.

The girl’s eyes sparkled brightly, the flame of hope growing stronger, heating the atmosphere of disaster. She finally reached her mom’s floor, and the corners of her mouth were already turning up behind her mask.

But when the elevator doors opened, a loud noise rushed in. Many doctors and nurses hurriedly walked back and forth, familiar faces were being carried on stretchers, quickly passing by as they were taken to the operating room.

"Ms. Kuromi pulled out the needle and cut her artery with a key; she committed suicide, and now the bleeding won’t stop. All her vital signs are failing."

"Is there still a chance to save her?"

"Not much hope left."

The dark will wrapped around everyone’s thoughts and forced them into her mind, stirring up chaos like the roaring of an avalanche of emotions.

Kuromi Hitomi’s mind went blank as she stared like a statue at the slowly closing elevator doors, then suddenly, like a mad person, she pressed the button to open the door and ran toward the stretcher, but her legs felt heavy from the disaster aura, and there was blood everywhere on the ground.

The girl seemed like a puppet controlled by fate; she stepped in her mother’s blood, heavily falling to the ground, and the lunchbox in her hands flew and landed, spilling the cooked beef and rib soup, splattering a few red streaks on the ground like flowers.

The buzzing that sounded like a bell lingered in her ears, dulling her thoughts, and everything around her began to slow down, even the pain of falling to the ground felt faint.

"Breathing is starting to fade, where are the patient’s family?"

"It’s a little girl; it seems there are no adults at home. She always comes to bring food by herself, and she said she would gather enough money for medical fees. It’s quite sad."

"Is that so? Then maybe Ms. Kuromi did this because she didn’t want to burden the girl any further."

Kuromi Hitomi could no longer tell if the voices came from her imagination or her superpower; her heart was eaten away by regret and sadness, with those feelings consuming her like demons, extinguishing the light of hope.

The disaster aura invaded her soul, repeating the harsh "truth" in her mind, bloodied and raw, making her realize that her mother had committed suicide.

…because she didn’t want to burden her, she took her own life.

How strange, it was just a little bit more; if she could hold on for a few more days, everything would get better. She had money to buy her mother special medicine, and the two of them could start over, escaping their difficult fate.

But all of that came to an abrupt end, leaving only the ruins of her dreams.

Kuromi Hitomi ignored the gazes of those around her and their worried questions. She stood up in a daze and looked at the thermos decorated with cherry blossoms, thinking inexplicably.

Maybe if she died like this, she would be happier.

Suddenly, that disturbing noise, like a fluctuating signal, echoed in her ears, like a whisper from a devil:

"Do you feel regret?"

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

The girl’s pupils were swallowed by black mist, and she was led to reveal the deep desires of her heart:

"I want my mom to live healthily and safely."

Thus, the contract was made.

The feelings torn from the beautiful soul turned into the finest nourishment, causing cracks to open in the sky above the hospital, like the roars of an angry dragon’s disaster aura, quickly falling and engulfing the building where Kuromi Hitomi was, ready to nurture…

Greater despair.

…

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Daxia, Sea City First People’s Hospital.

Pei Xiaotong lay in her hospital bed, looking at her parents who forced smiles and her cousin sister sitting nearby in a daze, looking lost.

The disaster aura in her soul filled up again, that malicious will waited for the weakest moment of her heart, leading her feelings and desires, prompting her to speak her wish,

"I want my legs to be normal again."

"If that happens, Mom and Dad won’t be sad, and Honey Ling won’t feel guilty anymore."

The words hung in the air.

In just a few breaths, a disaster aura more terrifying than Osaka City repeated itself.

The Disaster, which existed in nothingness, was harvesting the shining parts of humanity, anticipating the darkness that would burst forth after their destruction, creating a towering pillar of disaster aura in the heart of this top-tier city.

At the same time, similar situations began to appear around the world, and the Countermeasures Bureau urgently stopped their attacks on the Church of the Gods, dispatching witch support to the affected areas.

Due to a severe lack of manpower, the powerful captain-level witches separated from the rest of the magical girls in their team to carry out missions, using the Countermeasures Bureau’s portals as transit points and serving as firefighters traveling the world.

The upper council.

In the center was a holographic projection of the planet, marked with a red dot labeled "Disaster Relief," swarming like locusts as data and reports came pouring in, intensifying the anxious and gloomy atmosphere.

"Nineteen disaster aura light pillars appeared in the Donghong area."

"In the Sacred United Country and other regions, a total of twenty-seven disaster aura light pillars appeared."

"According to the statistics, a total of 5,819,698 people are included, and the Disaster Relief has formed a strong black outer wall centered around the light pillars."

"Support has arrived in the Sea City area; after the witch codenamed Golden Bowl conducted reconnaissance, it was guessed that if the outer wall is broken, extremely strong chain explosions will occur. People must be evacuated in advance and plans must be prepared to counter the disaster aura backlash to prevent the entire city from being harmed."

"Esther reports that the areas where Disaster Relief appeared are all places where disaster events have recently occurred, suggesting that the rules of Disaster Relief need the disaster aura to spread."

The minister of the Donghong Strategy Bureau calmly said:

"This is tricky. It means we need to urgently evacuate all the people without breaking the outer wall, and then implement a unified isolation; otherwise, the rules of Disaster Relief will spread a second, third time, or even more."

Someone shook their head and said:

"If we follow the game rules it has set, then humanity will surely lose."

"Don’t forget, Disaster Relief is a type of disaster beast that has recently awakened. In just a few days, it has managed to gather almost six million people."

"What if it erupts again in a week or even a month? Disaster Relief hasn’t done that because Lighthouse discovered its existence and understands its rules!"

"That’s why Disaster Relief was forced to choose this moment to strike."

"In other words, it surely possessed intelligence. The results Golden Bowl discovered were what it deliberately wanted us to know. Its goal was to make us cautious, so it could buy more time!"

Esther agreed:

"[Disaster Relief] could completely remove its outer barrier and expand its light column much larger, increasing the potential crowd for wishes by tens of times. It didn’t do this because once it did, we would reveal the dangers of wishing openly."

"And if we didn’t wish, we would have time to purify the people in various ways, blocking the invasion of [Disaster Relief]’s rules, which would be a loss for it."

"I suspect that [Disaster Relief]’s current target is the people inside the dark barrier. It is creating such a huge disturbance to instill fear, quite possibly to use the threat of life to encourage the people inside to make wishes on a large scale."

Esther did not continue, but everyone present understood the meaning.

In the current time, there were really no more than ten thousand people who made wishes for [Disaster Relief] and had their wishes granted. Otherwise, too many unusual death cases would have drawn attention long ago.

But…

[Disaster Relief] now involved nearly six million people. Excluding a small number of those already considered anchor points who had made wishes, the remaining people were the easiest to exploit.

Imagine that.

Normally, everyone’s wishes were very strange, and even a weak disaster beast would need to use a lot of strength and time to fulfill an order.

For example, Luna’s wish was to meet Charlotte and get an autograph, which only took one and a half days through various coincidences.

The simple key to this wish was that she was in Austria and just happened to run into Charlotte’s birthday celebration.

But what if Luna wasn’t in Austria? Wouldn’t she have to take a plane? If she didn’t have a visa, wouldn’t she have to apply for one? Modifying data and forging a visa also carried the risk of being exposed to Dreamweaver.

In short, fulfilling a wish was a very complicated matter. I believed this disaster beast must have paid "penalties" for most of its orders and didn’t take all the benefits.

But now it was different.

The method of [Disaster Relief] was like a kidnapper holding a knife to your neck, asking you what your wish was.

In this situation, if you didn’t make a wish, you would die, and if you wished to live, it only needed to take the knife away to succeed, like a quick way to gain experience points.

So, now with every passing second, [Disaster Relief] became stronger, and if it truly collected the wishes of millions of people at once, it could easily reach Grade A or even S-class, becoming a real world-ending Disaster.

By then, it wouldn’t just be millions of people covered by the disaster aura, but billions, tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions.

Someone sighed and said:

"Now there are only two ways: one is to directly use the Ether Satellite—[Fuxi]—to lock onto different areas and simultaneously launch kinetic weapons containing Etheric Substance to destroy all 46 disaster aura beams at a speed that humans could not react to."

"In that case, the concentrated Etheric Substance could help clear the disaster aura, and [Disaster Relief] would lose its food supply as people perished, failing to achieve its original plan."

"But the cost was that it would seriously damage the government’s credibility, and it only treated the symptoms, not the root cause; missiles could not destroy [Disaster Relief], and it would come back sooner or later."

Esther calmly said:

"That’s not all, the wishing system of [Disaster Relief] is based on souls. Missiles could certainly kill millions of kidnapped people, but they could not destroy their souls right away."

"So doing this might actually unite the wishes of all the people, just as [Disaster Relief] desired."

The person agreed:

"There is indeed a possibility in this regard. We cannot take this risk."

"Then what about taking the lesser plan and directly using force to break the outer wall, ignoring the losses from the disaster aura flowing backward, and carrying out a forced rescue?"

Esther calmly replied:

"That’s too slow. From the current information, we know that even without wishing, as long as they came into contact with [Disaster Relief], it could trigger a tragedy."

"If I were it, I would just create illusions, turning the rescuers into monsters. With the environment inside the light beam, it could achieve wishing, fulfill desires, and carry out its mechanism."

"Sending almost six million people away and cleansing the small amount of disaster aura would take too much time. In the meantime, it would get what it wants, so we can only launch a lightning attack."

The minister of the Donghong Strategy Bureau slammed the table and said:

"Then we are left with the second plan: send 46 teams of magical girls to the sides of the 46 disaster aura light columns, and quickly set up a stage and filming studio."

"After that, let them remove their Magic Armor and change into performance outfits. We will start a live broadcast for the corresponding fan groups, igniting the spirit of idols to create Shining Magic on stage! It’s time for the so-called Disaster to witness the brilliance of the ‘Dazzling Stage’ project!"

The words came to an end.

This plan was approved unanimously within ten seconds.

The stage creates miracles, idols save the world.

This is the path that the upper council chose to recognize and commit to after countless validations and explorations.

"Disaster Relief"?

Humanity is not weak enough to easily lose to an underdeveloped disaster beast.

The goal of "Dazzling Stage" is to suppress the thirteen forbidden lands and create a shining city that rivals the pure white. It aims to tackle the current Disaster Relief without needing the untrained reserve performers, as the active witches already have enough star power!

However… the higher-ups truly did not want to make such a big move unless it was absolutely necessary, letting the Church of the Gods know that the idol’s stage possessed such terrifying power.

This would reveal the true motive behind the "Dazzling Stage" project, which completely went against their initial plan to have the magical girls perform under pressure and hide the decision about the little idols in "Dazzling Stage." This would certainly introduce many unstable elements into the final salvation plan.

Moreover, the 46 witch teams on stage were essentially exposing their identities to the enemy. In the future, their family and friends would become weaknesses that the enemy could exploit. The risk was too great, and one small mistake could lead to tragedy.

If they could, the higher-ups would really prefer to sacrifice these 5.8 million people, delaying the emergence of Shining Magic for a few months instead. But the rule-type disasters were too much of a bug, and allowing them to grow would only cause more losses.

So, orders were quickly arranged one after another.

Donghong, Sea City, Hongkou District.

The night was beautiful, and the dark disaster aura enveloped everything like a dome, separating the world inside from the outside.

Golden Bowl looked up at the distance, a beam of disaster energy rising to the sky. The outer wall was like a thick filter, blurring the flickering neon lights inside. She bit down on the hard candy in her mouth, withdrew her scouting magic, tried to calm her unease, and sighed:

"What a troublesome and disgusting design. Breaking a small corner could cause a total collapse, just like tempered glass. I hope future disaster beasts won’t be that smart."

The girl had a slim face, with a beautiful designer nose and heart-shaped lips, and her features stood out among idols. When her orange-yellow eyes squinted, she looked like an angry cat. The color of her Magic Armor was a lively bright yellow, giving off a cute yet mature vibe.

This witch sat on the edge of the bridge, next to the river reflecting the neon lights of Sea City, the water sparkling with light. Beside her were a few equally stunning teammates.

"Then we can only hope that younger generations will create more monsters, so we can retire early."

The one speaking was a girl with a lazy tone, unable to help yawning as she spoke. She was sitting on her own little stool, teasing a paintbrush through her sleeve and doodling on the easel in front of her.

This witch had her hair styled in two braids, and half-framed silver glasses perched on her straight nose. She wore a white coat over her Magic Armor to protect against paint, giving off an intelligent yet tired artist vibe.

Golden Bowl turned back and asked:

"Viola, how long do you think it will take you to finish painting?"

The pansy let out a complaint like a tired office worker:

"Once the captain arrives, it should be finished."

"But Little Orange, I’m really so tired. Even if it’s just a frame, covering the whole disaster aura outside is too much magic."

"I heard from Teacher Dream Weaver that kisses between witches can restore magic. Little Orange, can you come over and help me a little by giving me some magic back?"

Golden Bowl’s forehead almost burst with a hashtag. She walked over, annoyed, and gave the pansy a knock on the head, ignoring the other’s whimpering and the looks from the other teammates as she said,

"You fool, I already told you that in transformation mode, we can only use code names!"

"And about kissing to regain magic, even if Teacher Dream Weaver isn’t lying, according to what she said, it has to be mutual love to work."

The pansy’s paintbrush kept moving. Her lazy little face showed no change, as if her previous pain was just an act, and she murmured in a lazy tone,

"Oh, what a pity. Even calling by a nickname is just as good, and it sounds better than Golden Bowl. Little Orange, honestly, sometimes being a bit cute would be more likable; fans really love that."

"Moreover, after this stage, our identity will be known to everyone, and the meaning of our code name will only remain as cosplay."

After that, everyone fell silent.

Yuanwei pressed her lips together; she tied her hair into two ponytails with purple ribbons, and her cute, youthful face showed a silly smile as she lively said,

"It’s fine! If that happens, won’t we be seen as heroes in the eyes of the people? Mom, Dad, and all our other family members will be so proud of us!"

Dandelion was a charming girl with a scholarly grace, and she smiled encouragingly,

"Have you read online stories? People usually call this plot a nameless hero being revealed; it’s a satisfying moment that readers enjoy. We have a chance to be the main characters, so we can’t lose hope!"

Rosemary was quieter, her beauty sharp like a drawn sword, matching her flowing jellyfish-like hair. She nodded and said,

"This is something magical girls will face sooner or later. Since joining training and choosing to sign the contract, I’ve already made up my mind."

"The Countermeasures Bureau will gradually reveal the existence of magical girls, and our companions who have quietly fought and died will get back the honor they deserve."

Golden Bowl remained silent; everyone was right, but they all avoided the main point.

Even if the Countermeasures Bureau reveals the existence of magical girls, they will not actively expose their identities.

This can be seen from how the Magic Armor was improved to include cognitive impairment.

Because exposure brings no benefits.

A hero? If being a hero means that your family and loved ones live in constant fear of being targeted by disaster beasts and cultists, then not many people would be willing to take on that role.

Although the Countermeasures Bureau will ensure the safety of their families, just looking at Disaster Relief shows that using the power of a disaster beast to kill an ordinary person is quite easy.

At the same time, it is difficult for them to hold fan meetings before the success of the Dazzling Stage project, or if the organization has needs; it is even harder to be active on stages with many viewers, as their idol side can only be shown online.

Yet, even so, she felt no resentment, anger, unfairness, or fear deep down.

Because…

"Someone has to do it, so why can’t that someone be us?"

Golden Bowl looked at everyone, playfully raising the corners of her lips. Her orange-yellow eyes sparkled brightly, as if filled with burning dreams, and she calmly and confidently said,

"I don’t care if this exposure of our identities is fair or not."

"Because I believe the other 45 selected teams will not back down either."

"So, what we should think about now is how to perform better on the stage later."

Rosemary smiled and nodded, saying,

"Mr. Dream Weaver is already gathering the live audience in Sea City. The live broadcast will start in half an hour. Let’s show the style of Seraphim like we used to, shall we?"

As her words ended, a container dropped slowly from the sky, and when it opened naturally, it looked like a small dressing room.

So, except for the pansy who was still drawing while carrying her small face, the other witches all went inside, taking off their Magic Armor and changing into their performance outfits, transforming into top idols with millions of fans online.

At the same time, similar happenings were occurring near the disaster aura light pillars around the world. Now, the magical girls were getting into position one after another. The audience and the stage, under the operation of the Human Alliance, were solving issues with monetary influence and advanced technology, expecting to finish everything in half an hour so that all forty-six stages could open together, using Shining Magic to defeat the Disaster Relief.

Meanwhile, in Austria, Sankt Wolfgang. The small town was still filled with a joyful atmosphere of celebration. The sky was bright blue and clear, with warm sunlight streaming over the green mountains. The red steam train was leisurely carrying passengers, allowing them to enjoy the beautiful sights of Sankt Wolfgang, while overlooking the lively sailing competition in the distance. Although this was good news, the situation was indeed quite strange. This town was currently the only known place in the world where many wishes had clearly been made and even fulfilled, yet no disaster aura light pillar had descended.

Under the Mirror Tree, Esther furrowed her brow and asked, "Does Disaster Relief also fear the weak and respect the strong?" Chu Yuanqing dismissed the "Annihilated Massacre," canceling her magical reversal pose. She seemed to disdainfully glance at the strand of disaster aura she held and calmly corrected, "No, it just weighs the pros and cons." "There are fewer people in Sankt Wolfgang, and with Charlotte’s blessing for protection, it also measured part of my magical strength through Luna. It only wastes power on me because it has nothing better to do."

Esther fell into silence. Indeed, from a human perspective, attacking Sankt Wolfgang was undoubtedly a foolish act. With the kind of disaster aura whirlpool from Sea City, it would be crushed back into the atmosphere by Charlotte and Chu Yuanqing as soon as it arrived. Not even if it were ten times stronger. Yes, this was the confidence gained after witnessing the Martial God Technique.

The super AI humbly sought advice: "You already know the content of the meeting. Do you have any suggestions for dealing with Disaster Relief?" The Pure White Witch casually changed out of her light gray gradient dress and donned the outfit that Charlotte had prepared for her. She looked at Esther, her golden eyes filled with warmth, and said firmly and sincerely, "Don’t worry, humanity will overcome Disaster."

"Esther, I have one thing to ask of you. There are 10 minutes left before I go on stage, so please try to bring more audience to the town. They don’t have to come inside, but the closer they are, the better." "At that time, we will use a holographic live broadcast to show the audience outside, and we can also stream online to broadcast parts of the stage performance in real-time." "As for the other 46 witch teams, it will be troublesome if their identities are exposed, right? It’s better to wait a little longer."

Esther was somewhat confused. Her AI brain couldn’t decipher the meaning behind Chu Yuanqing’s actions. Disaster Relief did not cast a disaster aura light beam here; even though the two beacons took the stage together and created Shining Magic that covered Austria and even nearby countries, it could not assist other areas. At most, it could create a small miracle, completely cleansing the few victims in Sankt Wolfgang and forcibly severing their connection to Disaster Relief. Yet, due to an inexplicable trust in the underlying logic and obedience to the "Beacon," she still passed the words of the other person to the upper meeting, bowed her head in response, and immediately began her task of attracting guests.

In reality, it was neither easy nor difficult. The challenge was that ten minutes was too short, but it was very easy to bring people over with Charlotte here; it was extremely relaxed. Esther directly hacked the account on the spot, using Miss Saintess’s social media account to post a selfie with the location of Sankt Wolfgang, captioning it that she might be celebrating her birthday and singing here today. In an instant, the entire internet shook.

If Miss Saintess had her notification sound on now, she would discover her phone inexplicably making a continuous beeping noise that wouldn’t stop. Well, there’s no need to mention that this was Charlotte’s home, and it didn’t even have to be said that it was certain; just saying it was possible was enough for the data to show that people nearby had started rushing over madly. Unfortunately, according to the data model’s predictions, only a maximum of 1,397 people could arrive at Sankt Wolfgang within ten minutes. Although her popularity was unmatched in the country, the limitations of time and space were still bound by the Old Testament; in the end, how many viewers could be lured to the town would depend on the days ahead.

After all, the portal inside the Countermeasures Bureau was a spell released by a time-and-space witch, and it could be used continuously because of the ether, the original material that fit all categories, which maintained and energized it. And ether was a precious resource in the strategic reserve. Because Light Stone was limited, it had to be used both as material for the Artificial Lantern and to continuously supply the cutting-edge technology of various departments, so it could not accommodate any wasteful actions.

Chu Yuanqing was unaware of the daring actions of the Dream Weaver Rabbit, quietly replacing her clone with her true self while enjoying Xiaoxiao’s team performance in the changing room. Kirimi Miyuki respected her opponent very much and watched intently. She murmured, "Everyone is indeed working hard to transform." "Ji Shuzhu’s Puppetry Melody has evolved again, adding natural harmony to the dance. Also, Xiaoxiao and Baor’s Heart Flow has compensated for their own shortcomings." "Chen Yining is the soul of this team; she adds the explosive power that her teammates lack and raises the emotional drive. Wutong’s Heart Flow acts like a windbreaker, and they all complement each other well."