Chapter 17

[User]

...wtf?

[System]

The air crackles with energy.

She raises her staff, a swirling vortex of glowing pink and purple magic forming at its tip. The sheer force of the spell shakes the ruined classroom, sending books, desks, and loose debris floating into the air.

You can't move.

You can't dodge.

This is it.

Death is right in front of you.

"...wtf?"

You feel it—the weight of death pressing against your chest. Your vision blurs, your heart pounds. Your life flashes before your eyes

—

Memories of gunfights, explosions, betrayals…

But then, deeper—your childhood.

Your childhood.

Sitting in front of the TV.

A bowl of cereal in your lap.

Wide-eyed, watching… 

Powerpuff Girls. 

Blossom. Bubbles. Buttercup.

They weren't just superheroes.

They were warriors.

Wait.

Wait.

WAIT.

And suddenly—it hits you.

She isn't a Mahou Shoujo.

Not to you.

To you, a Mahou Shoujo isn't some elegant, ribbon-clad magical girl in a frilly dress.

No.

To you—

A Mahou Shoujo fights with their fists.

What do you do?

[User]

Not yet, I receive a message from constellation of mahou shonen. and he wants to give me his powers by making me his reincarnation. 

[System]

And just as the blast is about to hit you—

A notification appears.

A glow appears before you—a holographic screen, floating in mid-air, glitching into existence like a video game notification.

[The Constellation of Mahou Shonen shows great interest in you.]

Your breath catches.

More text flickers in:

[The Constellation of Mahou Shonen wishes to grant you power by choosing you as his reincarnation.]

[Do you accept?]

Your heart pounds.

The power of Mahou Shonen?

Your fingers twitch.

Yes | No

You stare.

The magical girl in front of you doesn't seem to see it.

This is it.

She's still charging her ultimate spell, the energy swirling into a glowing sigil of doom.

This is your only chance.

She smirks, thinking she's already won.

But she doesn't know.

She doesn't know.

You grit your teeth.

A choice.

A destiny.

The chance to become something beyond human.

The students are still screaming. The university is still on fire. The professor is still dead (and also still a confirmed weirdo).

But right now—

It's just you.

And a single decision.

Do you accept?

[User]

I ACCEPT