That calamity, how many years has it been, yet it still cannot calm the heart.
For most people, the Magical Girl is perhaps the harbinger of hope and justice.
Moira Blackwell had never thought of these things; she just didn’t want a second Moira Blackwell to appear in this world.
Putting the old matters aside for now, the discussion in the group has almost concluded, broadly divided into two factions:
1. Announce the news and implement a wide-ranging manhunt.
2. Strictly guard the content and simultaneously enhance the city’s surveillance system.
These can be considered the disclosure faction and the secrecy faction.
The main argument of the disclosure faction is: To resolve this crisis as quickly as possible. Every second delayed is indirectly killing more lives.
By directly releasing the information, a nationwide capture can be initiated, ensuring the fastest efficiency in finding the source of the calamity.
The main argument of the secrecy faction is: What do you think is the most likely outcome if the matter is disclosed?
It will cause global panic!
Moreover, for a world-class calamity, there’s no point in escaping anywhere.
Nothing is more important than confidence. Once people fall into panic, the entire society will teeter on the brink of collapse. The chain reactions then triggered would be even more terrifying than the current calamity!
Neither side could convince the other, and finally, the group owner spoke: “Let’s decide by vote.”
At this, everyone fell silent.
Not long after, a group vote was posted.
Moira Blackwell cast her vote accordingly.
Disclosure.
Pressing the confirm button, Moira Blackwell began waiting for the voting to end.
The votes from both sides were neck and neck, with neither side holding a crushing advantage.
Until it ended with an awkward score of 55 to 55.
Black Sheep:
“Since everyone can’t make a choice, I’ll cast the final vote.”
With the final vote cast, the plan was decisively set. No one knew what Black Sheep was thinking, only that she cast the decisive final vote.
Black Sheep:
“Alright, Pu Gongying will post this result on the official website later, and today’s discussion ends here.”
Upon seeing the result, Moira Blackwell’s right hand subconsciously clenched into a fist and hit the table.
However, Moira quickly regained her composure, realizing she had been too impulsive.
“At least this time, I know what it is. As long as I find it, that’s enough.”
Moira rubbed her temples, trying to suppress the anger brought by that vote.
Feeling somewhat relieved, Moira picked up the iced coffee beside the table and took a sip.
Amidst the cold and bitterness, Moira finally calmed down.
“The Magical Girl, after all, is a highly autonomous organization, not a military. Each Magical Girl has certain autonomous decision-making rights. Except for the major policies, there isn’t much that restricts oneself.”
Moira understood this point; the justice of the Magical Girl should never be rigidly bound by systems.
However, Moira hadn’t recovered for long before the time at the bottom right corner of the computer brought her a wave of despair.
Midnight.
“Crap! I was so caught up thinking about the calamity that I forgot I haven’t finished the company’s PPT!”
One mouse, one keyboard, one computer, one night, one miracle.
Moira quickly began typing characters. If the work isn’t completed, there’s no thinking about this month’s salary.
Then, there’s no way to support her mother’s retirement.
Indeed, the world of workers is the same. Is dreaming as important as money? Clearly, no.
With money, one can think about tomorrow’s dreams; without money, one must first consider if they can survive.
Only the living are qualified to realize their dreams!
***
A new day.
Eve Nightburn sat up from the bed.
“Good morning! Another beautiful day!”
It must be said, life after resigning is indeed joyful!
Ask yourself, what’s not to like about endless vacations?
As for what to do without money? Eve Nightburn believes that as long as she doesn’t check her bank balance, her money isn’t spent!
It must be said, Eve’s ability to deceive herself is quite strong.
Face difficulties? Eve has no intention of choosing that.
From under the bed, Eve pulled out a large T-shirt and put it on, finding it left her calves exposed, with a hint of bare shoulders…
“Is this what they call slipping off the shoulder?”
With her half-exposed shoulder drooping, Eve once again moved her computer chair to the restroom for her daily wash.
Standing in front of the mirror, Eve looked at her even messier hair and couldn’t help but ponder.
“Should I buy a comb?”
Although as a homebody, there’s no real need to care too much about others’ opinions, but the feeling of her hair fighting… is truly uncomfortable.
After thinking, Eve turned the faucet on full, squeezed some shampoo, thinking at least wash her hair first.
After washing, Eve smoothed her hair with her fingers, looking at the little loli with light yellow straight hair in the mirror, it didn’t look bad.
It must be said, this body’s foundation is indeed good; no matter how dressed, it seems cute.
“Speaking of which…” Eve tried pressing down the stray hair on her head a few times, but the stray hair just wouldn’t stay down.
“Is this stray hair welded on?”
Eve finally gave up thinking.
After drying her face, Eve pushed the chair away from there.
After putting the chair back, Eve found the clothes she had after turning into a little loli on the bed.
After changing and taking her phone, Eve walked to the door, ready to go out to stock up on supplies.
Just as she turned the doorknob, Eve suddenly remembered the content Miri Dreamwell had sent her last night.
Upon realizing, Eve immediately closed the door.
“I forgot I’m already wanted!”
Eve weakly slumped to the ground; it seems she couldn’t possibly go out now.
Not being discovered yesterday afternoon was purely due to good luck; even though she successfully escaped from the Magical Girl and returned home at dawn yesterday, it was still luck.
“Darn it!” Eve complained, “If I really am the calamity, give me some calamity abilities, will you!”
“Let me be a villain, then can you give me some villain skills?”
Eve looked at the Midnight Rose Ring on her ring finger.
“Hey, aren’t you a part of my body? Your host is about to starve to death! Aren’t you the most formidable calamity? Do something!”
…
Eve’s rhetoric did not move the Midnight Rose Ring, which still ignored her.
“You are the most foolish parasite I’ve ever seen.”
Eve didn’t want to rely on this guy anymore, who is of no use except to disgust her.
Even a parasite knows not to let the host die, otherwise, it would die too, so these parasites would at least try to protect the host.
But this darn ring is purely disgusting; it doesn’t do anything at all!
“Forget it.”
Eve completely gave up, took out her phone, opened Taobao, and prepared to buy some tools for disguise.
