Magical Girl Public Enemy? Stop Arresting Me Already! – Chapter 7

After 10 rounds of the game, Eve Nightburn finally defeated Miri Dreamwell with a score of 6 to 4.

As they say, a mentor is always a mentor.

Although Eve’s card pool and understanding of new cards indeed fell short of Miri’s, once she figured out the other’s mechanics, she could start formulating reasonable strategies to suppress Miri.

However, the randomness in card games is still too high, and Eve couldn’t guarantee to completely suppress the other, she could only stabilize her own battle situation through careful management.

It was precisely through this steady and methodical tactics that Eve was able to overcome Miri despite her inferior card pool.

Originally, Eve should have won 7 to 3, but she played too steadily in the first few games, which became uninteresting, so she started to play freely in the last game, letting herself go.

After all, the primary requirement of a game is to have fun, and if it’s not fun, winning is meaningless.

And just like that, Eve lost one more game. At least that round, Eve lost happily.

Eve yawned, feeling a bit dizzy, and glanced at the time, realizing it was already 10 o’clock.

It seems this body really can’t handle high-intensity staying up late.

Eve, struggling with her tired body, instinctively typed these words on the keyboard: “Good night, rest early, health is the most important.”

Pressing enter, Eve closed all the software, and finally shut down the computer, hazily lying back on her own bed and falling asleep.

Although Eve was already asleep, the other side of the city was bustling with activity.

Moira Blackwell sat at her computer desk, pushed her glasses, and looked at the scene of fierce arguments in the group chat.

This was a confidential group that only high-tier magical girls could join, serving as a casual chat space for these retired magical girls. After all, there were very few at this level still in active service, and those who were would retire in a year or two.

Thus, this group had been renamed from the former “S-Rank Magical Girls Council” to the current “Retired Magical Girls’ Lounge”.

But it’s more accurate to say they have stepped back into secondary roles rather than fully retired for care.

These senior figures leave opportunities to the younger generation of the new era, stepping forward only when these juniors really can’t solve problems, to ensure they have ample opportunities to grow into excellent magical girls.

As for the reasons they retired, it’s actually very simple—graduation, starting work, no time to save the world!

Yes, the reasons for retirement are that plain and simple.

We are all trying to live on.

These senior magical girls were currently discussing the topic of “Worldburn Flame”.

After receiving the data, Moira downloaded and opened it, reading through the contents.

The first content upon opening the early archives was a report about the Worldburn Flame.

Moira continued to scroll down the content.

“Post-disaster Scene Photographs” — All photographers had perished in the disaster.

Moira observed these photos, feeling only eeriness and discomfort.

These photos looked like they were overexposed by some strong light and then artificially colored.

The skin of the corpses appeared unnaturally waxy, like dolls reshaped by high temperature.

In fact, at the center of the disaster, any equipment would be instantly annihilated, making it impossible to take any photos, hence no images of the disaster itself could exist.

Moreover, it was impossible to get close to the disaster area.

It was also from then on that the calamity level was added with a fifth level “World” from the original four levels: Hazard, Disaster, Crisis, and Catastrophe.

Actually, magical girls and calamities emerged simultaneously, not too far back, just 75 years ago.

A catastrophe in 2030, roughly a gamma-ray burst from a black hole explosion 1700 light-years away, affected the entire Blue Earth.

Though this burst lasted only 5 minutes, it changed the whole world.

Much of the ray energy was forcibly retained within the atmosphere, becoming part of the Earth itself.

A large number of calamitous entities thus arose, they could be biological or environmental, but the only thing they shared was their aimless destruction.

Human technology was utterly incapable of resisting them.

Along with them appeared the magical girls.

Research shows that girls aged 12 to 15 have a stronger ability to adapt to this matter than most people.

If the adaptation capability with this matter reaches 100%, some special abilities can be awakened.

The girls who successfully awaken these special abilities are called “Magical Girls.”

The power of magical girls is easier to counter these calamities than human technology, which is why magical girls have been accepted by governments worldwide.

Magical girls are responsible for protecting human safety, while the government is responsible for cooperating with magical girls to resolve calamities.

That catastrophe was the initial calamity, hence the origin of the calamity level “Catastrophe.”

However, the “Worldburn Flame” 25 years ago, refreshed this standard.

After reading the early materials, Moira switched to the newly acquired information.

“Real Shot of Worldburn Flame”

Moira had been seriously pondering over these contents, but when she saw the little girl in the picture, she completely lost it.

“This little loli is the Worldburn Flame? Isn’t that too demeaning?”

After laughing enough, Moira still looked seriously at the girl in the picture.

After all, calamities have no fixed form. They could be a storm, a flame; a wolf, a bird, or a humanoid, semi-humanoid, etc.

Calamities, after all, are just a special combination of special matter, no one can define what they should look like.

Moira finished reading the remaining content, and then exited the document.

Now the group was in fierce arguments, everyone knew what a world-level calamity meant.

Moira, however, didn’t want to bother with these young people’s thoughts, after all, she had actually encountered that disaster.

Even if indirectly.

Moira looked at the picture frame by her computer, always missing that man.

“Dad…”