A Cyber-Divine Doctor’s Cure

‘How could that be…’

‘To help a human undergoing transformation return to normal, and the original poster claimed their recovery date was a mere day after the cyber-divine doctor’s comment had been posted. In other words, it took that person only a single day to recover completely from a fully demonically transformed palm?’

Having consumed a large dose of Doctor Blanca’s potent concoction, Chloe had barely managed to suppress the encroaching black energy, enduring severe side effects, and even now, the corruption threatened to resurface. Chloe found it inconceivable that any self-proclaimed folk demonologist could possess greater expertise than Doctor Blanca, a semi-official authority on the subject; even less did she believe such a person would so readily appear online.

Yet, the evidence lay before her. Even if it proved to be a fabrication, as a magical girl, she was obligated to investigate such magical incidents involving ordinary citizens. If the post were indeed a hoax, what ulterior motive drove these individuals to publish it? Conversely, if it were genuine, it would undoubtedly be a boon, though Chloe conceded this possibility was exceedingly remote.

After much contemplation, she resolved to first gauge Tia’s stance on a complete cure for her demonic transformation; should Tia be supportive, then her assistance would suffice. If Tia proved unsupportive, Chloe would be compelled to seek a solution entirely on her own. For she truly harbored no desire to become a witch.

“Wake up! I have something to ask you.” Chloe seized one of Tia’s shoulders, shaking her with considerable force. When Tia showed no inclination to stir, Chloe simply leaned her small mouth close to Tia’s ear, whispering, “Sister~ Wake up~” while subtly exhaling a puff of warm air.

Tia’s body twitched, eliciting a groggy, muffled grunt.

“Ugh… Yilan… what… Oh, it’s Chloe.”

‘What was with that tone of sheer disappointment!’

Tia laboriously lifted her upper body, turning her head to cast a glance at Chloe, who clung to her shoulder like a small kitten. She rubbed her eyes, let out a wide yawn, and promptly sank back into the bed. “If there’s something, just say it. As for that tail, you can simply pull it out yourself…”

Despite her irritation at such a dismissive reception, Chloe suppressed her annoyance, forcing a sweet smile as she inquired, “The tail has already been removed; this isn’t about that.”

“Then what is it? Just tell me quickly; I’m still trying to sleep.” Her voice carried a distinct edge of impatience.

“Uh… it’s about my eyes. Have you given any thought to how we might resolve this?”

“Isn’t it fine for now? Just leave it be. Doctor Blanca’s potion is quite effective, isn’t it? Just keep drinking it. Besides, you’ll continue to help me absorb impurities later, so curing it now would only lead to it reverting to its original state.”

“Then when do you intend to stop absorbing the black energy?” Chloe asked, a tremor of unease in her voice.

“I don’t know. Just… wait until I’ve eliminated every single one of the murderers who took Yilan’s life. Now, please, let me sleep…”

“Alright…”

Withdrawing her small hand from Tia’s shoulder, Chloe turned her back, settled once more onto her own bed, and retrieved her phone. Judging by Tia’s indifferent attitude, it was evident she had no intention of assisting Chloe. In that case, Chloe had no choice but to grasp at straws; she would try contacting that individual first.

She reopened her phone, navigated back to the post from her browsing history, and located their social media account. After tapping “add friend,” only the hollow expanse of waiting remained. Fortunately, the individual seemed to check their phone with considerable frequency, for Chloe’s friend request was accepted within mere minutes.

[Toolman Little Fox: Hello! Do you happen to know anything about demonic entities?]

[Cute Little Monster: Hmm, are you inquiring about demonic transformation?]

The fact that they even recognized the term “demonic transformation” suggested this person indeed possessed some knowledge.

[Toolman Little Fox: Yes! My body has also begun manifesting these issues. Do you have any solutions?]

[Cute Little Monster: I need to understand the specific circumstances. Could you send a photo? You don’t have to show your face.]

‘They want a photo…’ Chloe’s guard immediately shot up. Could this person be some lecherous man, having merely stumbled upon a fragment of knowledge about the magical world, now attempting to swindle people online?

‘Still, if I only photograph a small portion of my eyes, it ought to pose no significant issue, right? After all, I am a magical girl; if the other party dares to provoke me, they will face my wrath in a real-life confrontation!’

With that resolve, she raised her phone, snapped a photo of her face, then carefully cropped it to reveal only her eyes before sending it.

[Toolman Little Fox: My eyes have suddenly turned pink, and my hair is also turning white.]

[Cute Little Monster: …Are you certain this isn’t some other medical condition? Why do you suspect these are symptoms of demonic transformation? Have you, perhaps, come into contact with anything… untoward?]

‘Wow! They were already beginning to probe for information!’

[Toolman Little Fox: I’m certain! As for anything else, you needn’t know.]

[Cute Little Monster: In that case, this won’t be easy. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and if those windows are exhibiting issues, it strongly suggests a significant degree of demonic transformation! You must have experienced other symptoms prior to this, correct?]

‘This felt wrong! How could they guess with such uncanny accuracy? Did they genuinely possess some ability?’ Chloe’s initial skepticism began to waver.

[Toolman Little Fox: Just as you’ve surmised. Do you have a solution?]

[Cute Little Monster: There is a way, but… hehe, it will require a further, in-person diagnosis offline!]

‘This was clearly the moment they revealed their true intentions!’ Chloe rolled her eyes in silent exasperation. Did they truly take her for some naive, underage child? However, she managed to restrain herself. Suppressing the vivid image of a lecherous man that had formed in her mind, Chloe forced herself to overcome her disgust and continued to engage with them.

[Toolman Little Fox: Haha… I’m not sure about that. Is it truly necessary?]

[Cute Little Monster: You’re an outsider; you don’t understand the intricacies. I know you’re likely concerned I might be some nefarious individual, aren’t you? How about I send you a selfie, and then you can make your decision?]

Immediately following that message, the other party indeed sent a photograph. The moment her eyes fell upon the photo, Chloe’s jaw nearly unhinged in sheer astonishment. The photograph revealed a stunning girl with raven hair and obsidian eyes, appearing to be roughly Night Moon’s age. Captured from a high angle, she held her phone in one hand, while the other formed a peace sign near her cheek.

She exuded the aura of a girl who embraced life with zest. However, online photos were often mere deceptions, and Chloe found herself unable to fully trust the individual.

[Cute Little Monster: See? How could such a beautiful girl like me possibly be a villain?!]

‘That’s not necessarily a guarantee.’ Chloe’s eyes flickered, darting to glance at Tia slumbering beside her. Noticing Chloe’s prolonged silence, the other party suddenly initiated a video call. The jarring ringtone abruptly shattered the quiet. With swift movements, she silenced her phone, then accepted the video, simultaneously deactivating her own camera.

The video confirmed the caller was indeed the stunning girl from the photograph. She was staring wide-eyed into the camera, her lips moving as she spoke, though Chloe, having muted the call, could not discern her words. Having verified the individual’s identity, Chloe ended the video call.

[Toolman Little Fox: I now believe you are the person in the photo. It’s inconvenient for me to video chat on my end, I apologize.]

[Cute Little Monster: No problem at all. I could tell from your eyes alone that you are undoubtedly a very beautiful girl.]

‘What? Had they installed a camera in my room? How could they know everything?’

[Cute Little Monster: So, what are your thoughts on meeting in person? I happen to be quite fond of pretty girls~]

‘Despite the fact that the other party was also a beautiful girl, their words still carried a distinctly lecherous undertone. Could this be yet another yuri enthusiast?’