Starting as a Magical Girl, I Alone Shall Rule for Eternity

Chapter 183: The Emperor's Fall

Before it could even get close, the puppet was completely destroyed the moment the Living Planet awakened.

Bingtang opened her eyes and sighed. "The quality is so poor, a no-brand product, Qinghua."

"Wow, Lady Bingtang, your words are so hurtful! It's a puppet made on the fly, you said it was just to go take a look, of course it's not very sturdy!"

"As a true-transmission, even a temporary puppet should be indestructible."

"Don't ask for the impossible, Lady Bingtang... If I could really casually create indestructible puppets, why would Super Qinghua even be a true-transmission? I'd challenge the Sect Master!"

"Ambitious. Tell the Sect Master that, he'll definitely be happy."

"No, no, no, I don't want to get..."

Chatting idly, Bingtang was somewhat absent-minded.

After all, after getting a little closer, she also saw clearly that the blurry figure didn't seem to be human.

Could it be like Mùjǐn inside An Shiyu, a remnant soul of an ominous Great Emperor from his youth?However, the Curse Realm had no Magical Girls, and it was even difficult for Disaster Beasts to be born there, as the Living Planet was the only S-level Disaster Beast here. Other Disaster Beasts that were born would be eaten before they could grow.

So logically, there shouldn't be any remnant souls.

Moreover, the Curse Realm didn't match the Awakening Moment mentioned by the Incubators.

Judging from the related information about the Curse Realm, they had hardly ever seen any Disaster Beasts.

Since the beginning of recorded history, the Curse Realm had been fighting against curses.

But it wasn't unexplainable. For example, during the Awakening Moment, the human side was completely wiped out by Disaster Beasts.

Then the Disaster Beasts engaged in a battle royale, ultimately giving birth to this S-level Disaster Beast of Living Planet caliber.

This S-level Disaster Beast devoured all other Disaster Beasts, fell into slumber, and then gave birth to humans.

So in the eyes of the people of the Curse Realm, there was no Awakening Moment. From the very beginning of their existence, there was only the curse of this S-level Disaster Beast.

Bingtang flipped through the information Jincha had given her again.

The Incubators had conducted observations in various old worlds, and the Curse Realm, as a rather special old world, was one where the Incubators had made contact with the people here.

Because the Curse Realm truly did not belong to the dead worlds [Dregs]. Even though a Disaster Beast had devoured the entire world, the Curse Realm could still generate energy, even emotions.

If they could resist the curse, this place could become a world suitable for normal survival.

Therefore, the Incubators had once attempted to communicate with the Curse Realm, guiding them to give birth to Magical Girls.

But in the end, they failed.

The Curse Realm held no hope, nor miracles.

Because this world had accepted its fate of death from the very beginning. However, the Curse Realm, having abandoned hope, had actually lived longer than other old worlds precisely because it was devoured by a Disaster Beast.

So from this perspective, perhaps it was because the world had given up resistance from the start that there was no Awakening Moment.

Because there was simply no power to resist the despair and the Disaster Beasts.

Bingtang pondered. She had always been skeptical about the concept of the world's will.

But looking at the Living Planet before her, she could somewhat understand the so-called will of the world now.

It was more like a conjecture deduced from the outcome.

Because Magical Girls were hope, Disaster Beasts were despair, and when Disaster Beasts achieved complete victory, even completely dominating the world, that meant the world had chosen despair.

Especially since the Curse Realm hadn't produced a single Magical Girl, it indicated that the world had never given humanity any hope from beginning to end.

Despair from start to finish.

Even the Incubator who attempted guidance failed. That Incubator eventually died in the Curse Realm due to the curse, only managing to transmit the intelligence back to the Disaster Control Bureau.

It wasn't until recently, when the Curse Realm began to act, that other Incubators disclosed the relevant intelligence under Jincha's investigation.

Regardless, the intelligence provided by the Incubators wasn't complete. After a world heads toward death, does it all become a breeding ground for S-level Disaster Beasts?

This part of the information remains a mystery. We must investigate the issues of these old worlds and the [Dregs] ourselves.

For the sake of the Sect Master's ambition to dominate eternity alone, we must understand the reasons behind the death and rebirth of worlds.

The surrounding chill dissipated slightly.

Bingtang, sitting at the edge of the spatial rift, looked up.

She had frozen this spatial rift. Although she could see the situation inside the Curse Realm, there was actually a layer of ice membrane separating them.

This ice membrane ensured that no curses would leak from the Curse Realm, nor would any ghosts escape.

From the very beginning, the Sect Master Celestial Being intended to thoroughly clean out the Curse Realm, so naturally, he had to ensure everything was foolproof.

However, the Sect Master's mana was ultimately still too exaggerated, especially when he guided the comet to crash into the Living Planet.

The mana directly broke through space and surged into the world on Beihai's side.

Fortunately, Shion's mana nature was sufficiently formidable, and the power that surged out was extremely pure. Within the Sect Master's mana, not to mention curses, not even a speck of dust would exist.

After the comet impact, the Sect Master Celestial Being's control over mana was also extremely precise, preventing it from damaging space and overflowing again.

But at this moment, her layer of ice membrane sealing the space developed cracks and even began to melt.

Slender grass roots and flowers grew on the ice layer, even taking root.

They used the mana within the ice layer as nourishment to strengthen themselves.

Those grass roots even tried to burrow all the way into Bingtang's body.

Qinghua abruptly stood up. The usually laughing and joking girl now even had a trace of ferocity in her gaze.

These guys, not only do they want to steal Lady Bingtang's mana, they actually want to control Lady Bingtang too.

Seeking death!

A gale howled from behind her, instantly tearing apart the flowers and grass on the ice layer.

As more flowers and grass crept over from the surrounding walls, Qinghua casually waved her hand.

A chill instantly froze the vegetation.

Super Qinghua was closest to Yumo. The two girls often played together and communicated a lot.

So for Qinghua, the most familiar and easiest to use abilities had always been Yumo's.

Followed by Bingtang's abilities.

And the puppet she made for herself was imbued with both Bingtang's and Yumo's magics.

Although neither could compare to the originals, using two magics together naturally had its own advantages in certain situations.

Bingtang didn't even look back, just quietly watched the situation inside the Curse Realm.

With Qinghua here, there was no need for her to personally handle such matters. Her gaze remained fixed on the Sect Master.

Seeing the Sect Master transform into Calamity Dragon mode, she felt momentarily puzzled.

The Calamity Dragon's power might be somewhat insufficient, right?

The Calamity Dragon's power could at most be considered A-level peak perfection. Above that, there are the newly divided 2A-level and 3A-level, still a considerable gap from S-level.

Until the Sect Master sat upon that Golden Throne.

Just as the Calamity Dragon was evolving, Qinghua had already cleaned up the entire independent space. A gale howled, blowing the ice shards into the spatial turbulence.

Another small bird, hidden who knows where, flapped its wings, trying to leave.

Super Qinghua grabbed it in one swift motion.

"No concealment, no magic, no profound mystery. Such a crude three-no product, even a monkey could see through it." Super Qinghua let out a villainous cackle.

"Played with a few figurines, prize figures, BJDs, momos, FuFus, OB11s, Blythes, have you? Daring to lurk before Super Qinghua."

Vaguely, someone angrily shouted, "Let go!"

The little bird quickly froze into an ice block in her hand. Qinghua released her grip, and the ice block fell to the ground, shattering to pieces.

Hearing the furious roar from that side, Qinghua giggled again. "Don't rush, old world country bumpkins."

"In Super Qinghua's eyes, you local yokels can only be considered shrimp."

She stepped on the crushed ice fragments and ground them underfoot, hearing the furious roars from the other side turn into screams.

Sensing the direction of that group of people, Super Qinghua extended both hands, smiling broadly as she gave them two big middle fingers.

"The Azure Cloud Sect will come for you one by one in the future."

"Just wait. If we let even one of you escape, I, Super Qinghua, will write my name upside down!"

The moment her extremely arrogant words finished, Bingtang raised her hand and smacked her on the forehead.

"Ouch!"

Qinghua immediately squatted down, clutching her head. "I, I, I just finished delivering my threat! Lady Bingtang, no need to crush my momentum like that!"

"Who told you to flip the bird?" Bingtang rapped her knuckles against Qinghua's forehead two or three more times. "Next time you're so uncivilized, I'll break your fingers."

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong. Didn't I think the atmosphere was just right..."

Then she sounded a bit aggrieved. "We can't just let them run wild like that, can we?"

"Just a bunch of dead people."

Bingtang looked at the Calamity Dragon now clad in golden armor and finally showed a smile, then clapped her hands. "As expected of the Sect Master. Even in such a situation, his priority is still getting stronger."

"As expected of the Sect Master, as expected of the Sect Master..."

Qinghua perfunctorily agreed over there, only to get another rap on the forehead from Bingtang. "Sit down and watch properly. If you're not watching, go back."

"I will definitely properly admire the Sect Master's glory! To make Yumo die of envy when I get back..."

Bingtang glanced back at the traces left by the other old worlds and sneered.

Regardless, it seems they are in a hurry.

Good that they're in a hurry.

Become the nourishment for the Sect Master's path to ascension.

After sending another message to Jincha, Bingtang continued to admire the Sect Master's heroic bearing.

For the Calamity Dragon to elevate its rank, it could only try to rely on external forces.

In the future, when he breaks through the threshold of the true Nascent Soul, although he could forcibly boost the Calamity Dragon's combat power, ultimately it wouldn't be the Calamity Dragon itself getting stronger, but him getting stronger.

For Jiang Si, who pursued the perfection of various paths and liked to build well-rounded characters, this was naturally unacceptable.

Therefore, refining the Golden Throne into the Calamity Dragon's foundation and walking the [Path of Form Refinement Ascension] was indeed a good choice.

Just like this S-level Disaster Beast before them, using the world as its womb, transforming its body into a Nascent Soul.

Only, the womb is dead, and the so-called Death is nothing but a dead infant.

Just like his Calamity Dragon, an external path False Infant—two of a kind, brothers in misfortune.

For Jiang Si, the moment he first saw the Golden Throne, he sensed its potential.

A collection of certain wishes, yet not Pure Mana.

However, it wasn't the cursed mana of this Living Planet either, but clean Polluted Magic.

A wish born from despair, yet condensed and realized in a pure form.

That was the Golden Throne before him.

In other worlds, it should have been a dark power, a collection of all desires, an amplifier of negative emotions.

But in this world of despair, human desires manifested in the most dazzling gold.

Even amidst such cruelty, they never gave up. The most primal desires, set against the backdrop of death and terror, appeared so glorious.

Naturally, she transformed into the Calamity Dragon.

To use the body shaped by the imagery of the primal calamity to take hold of the throne!

Not to let the throne test him, but for him to test whether the throne could bear the imagery of the great calamity.

Whether it was qualified to become the nourishment for his Calamity Dragon to use calamity to propel variables and suppress fate!

And the throne did not disappoint Jiang Si. It truly withstood his test, transformed into a variable, and began to fuse with man and scales.

As the Throne of the God of Apocalypse and Slaughter merged with the scales, Jiang Si heard the crying of an infant.

He turned to look.

That was the time before the birth of the Golden Throne.

Amidst the world's innate curse, a girl was born who had never been tainted by the curse.

Everyone held the infant aloft in ecstatic worship, treating her like a deity.

However, apart from being free from the curse, the girl had nothing special about her.

She couldn't save anyone who was cursed.

The first time the girl prayed for a miracle, it wasn't hoping she could save everyone.

It was hoping she wouldn't disappoint people, so they wouldn't come to hate her.

The girl, afraid of being abandoned, developed a strong wish, and the strong wish attracted an Incubator.

The white Holy Beast told her she was the only one in this world who could create miracles.

As long as she was willing to sacrifice everything for others, as long as she was willing to sacrifice herself, as long as her wish was purer than others', her love could surpass despair and summon the miracle called a Magical Girl.

But the girl couldn't do it.

In this world of despair, no one told her what love was, no one could teach her what it meant to sacrifice for others, how it was a great thing, or how to find fulfillment in it.

This world only had selfishness, complaints, hatred, and sorrow.

She struggled in the quagmire of negative emotions, desperately trying to create miracles and hope she had never seen and couldn't even imagine.

The Incubator shook its head at her again and again.

That's not right. Even if you know you'll die, you must rush forward to save others. You cannot be afraid.

That's not right. Why do you feel it's unfair? Don't feel it's unfair to sacrifice for others. You should feel fulfilled.

Don't suffer, don't be sad, don't struggle...

No negative emotions are allowed.

You must always maintain a smile.

You must always create hope.

You must always bring happiness.

Because there is only despair and darkness here, that's why you need to bring double the hope and light.

Because you are to become a Magical Girl who can rival the world, your requirements are therefore stricter.

What you must save is this world, so you must bear equally immense pain.

Don't give up. Until the very last moment, as long as you persistently pursue it.

Your Personal Reality will one day surpass the world...

However, she never did get to wait for that day.

In the end, the Incubator sighed at her:

"You cannot become a Magical Girl."

"I was wrong. This world truly cannot give birth to a Magical Girl. Even if you passed the trial of the Mental Landscape, being unable to transform into a Magical Girl is meaningless."

"The curse has damaged my functions. Perhaps I've been infected, which is why I'm so despairing, but I cannot imagine the possibility of you successfully becoming a Magical Girl. So, let it be..."

Her last support vanished.

The day the Incubator died, she finally stopped suppressing her emotions. She cried heartily, sobbing until snot bubbles streamed out. After crying, she laughed for a whole day.

She cried because she ultimately failed to achieve her goal. She laughed because she was finally free from those shackles.

She could live freely.

She was the one untouched by the curse. Compared to others, she had a long lifespan.

The girl spent some time turning the city that once prayed for her miracles and later hunted her as a freak into ruins.

Then, upon those ruins, she built her own castle.

Through the long years, with nothing else to do, the girl built the castle brick by brick, tile by tile, all by herself.

The castle wasn't large, but it was splendid.

Later, more people gathered near the castle. The girl neither drove them away nor welcomed them.

Yet those people worshipped her of their own accord, proclaimed her ruler of their own accord.

Thus, she became the Emperor.

The wishes of the masses give birth to miracles. Miracles give birth to Magical Girls. That's what the former Holy Beast had told her.

But in the end, whether the wishes of the masses gave birth to a miracle, she didn't know. She only knew that the wishes of all living beings were tied to her alone.

She looked at the people living around her.

She watched those not-so-beautiful desires.

Even without any beauty, even without any hope.

The girl still gave birth to a small wish.

The wish, surrounded by the masses, gave birth to a malformed seed. The seed nurtured the throne.

That wasn't any miracle, nor was it beautiful. It was a collection of all selfish desires, also the thing the Holy Beast said would never be shaken by external forces.

There was only Polluted Magic there. The Polluted Magic nourished those negative emotions, and the negative emotions swelled to produce more Polluted Magic.

Until the largest, most greedy desire devoured everything.

That was the desire originating from the Emperor.

It was also the root that dyed the throne golden.

All wishes became glorious because of it. All darkness shone because of it.

This world could not give birth to a Magical Girl. So, if beauty could not save them.

Then use the most greedy, most tyrannical method to plunder everything.

She would seize everything in this world.

Deprive them of their freedom, their wealth, their power, and all their curses.

Not the hope and happiness of a Magical Girl, making the Personal Reality surpass the world.

But in despair, the purest human desire.

Made the Personal Reality surpass the world.

The Golden Throne devoured all curses.

She used her own desire that surpassed everything to drag the S-level Disaster Beast to the gambling table, betting her own life that this world could give birth to a Magical Girl who surpassed her.

Without a doubt, in the end, she also lost the bet.

Amidst the opposition of the masses, she stepped down from the Golden Throne, and Death took her life.

The Golden Throne was sealed from then on, until today.

The Calamity Dragon opened its star-like, enormous crimson-gold pupils.

Its body, empowered by the Throne of Apocalypse and Slaughter, was almost comparable in size to the now-shrunken Living Planet.

The floating Emperor stood beside it, like an ant.

"Witch."

The Calamity Dragon spoke, addressing the floating Emperor thus.

"Your Mental Landscape, I'll take it."

"As a return gift."

The Calamity Dragon vibrated its wings. A golden, blazing dragon breath erupted from its maw!

Piercing through the Living Planet ahead!

"I'll help you reclaim the destiny that belongs to you."