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The snow cocoon encasing Silvia plummeted from a thousand meters above.
Gale-force winds tore at the cocoon’s surface, emitting a piercing shriek.
Ice crystals layered along the fissures, stubbornly protecting the person within the cocoon.
Below, at the East Gate of Acacia Plaza, the crowd pressed together, their screams and prayers mingling with the wind and snow, creating a deafening clamor.
These were the very people who, just moments ago, had been scattered by the fierce blizzard, seeking shelter or heading home.
They had now converged here, as vehicles were unable to enter the plaza itself.
Now, they collectively gasped, their gazes fixed in horror upon the colossal object hurtling down from the sky!
***
Meanwhile, thirty kilometers away, a streak of deep violet light tore through the clouds.
Le Feiying, her toes lightly gracing an ancient longsword, soared through the air, her grey hair whipping wildly in the strong winds as she flew all the way from the neighboring Xianghua City.
She was an auxiliary dispatched by the Magical Girl Association Headquarters to assist Zhennu Yibai.
A Special Grade Magical Girl, she served as the guardian of the adjacent Xianghua City, operating under the codename ‘Fleeting Radiance.’
Given her proximity to Tanhua City, she had been assigned to provide aid as a priority.
However, mid-flight, she halted, not continuing her journey forward.
Her personal reconnaissance device was blaring an alarm.
Le Feiying was clad in a long, grey-black gown, devoid of any superfluous ornamentation.
Save for her eyes, bound by black satin—a necessity for her cultivation.
At that moment, she gently stroked the reconnaissance mechanical sphere hovering at her side.
This was a high-tech mini-robot, a smart reconnaissance device, allocated to her by the Association.
It projected holographic text, with crimson alert warnings flashing ceaselessly:
[A magic-blocking barrier exists twenty-four kilometers ahead.]
‘Hmm, magic-blocking?’ Upon seeing this, Le Feiying’s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
Immediately, a wisp of pale purple spiritual energy condensed at her fingertips, which she gently tapped onto the sphere’s surface.
The shrill alarm abruptly ceased, yet the sphere continued to tremble.
Its internal magic circuits meant that entering the barrier would inevitably lead to a loss of signal.
However, Le Feiying was unlike magical girls who relied on magic circuits.
Blocking magic? One would need magic to block it in the first place.
Within her dantian flowed spiritual energy, cultivated through absorbing the primordial essence of heaven and earth.
She was a sword cultivator, hailing from the transcendent system of Eastern ascetics.
She harbored no fear of so-called magic-blocking.
She was not a denizen of the Northern World but originated from the distant Eastern World, having stumbled upon this ‘Land of Daughters’ during her travels.
Indeed, it was a human nation comprised entirely of women, a place that, while not a paradise, was certainly novel.
Coincidentally, as a child, she had read ‘Journey to the West,’ which happened to describe a ‘Land of Daughters.’
Yet, this real-world ‘Land of Daughters’ belonged to the Northern World.
Naturally, the Iris Feather Kingdom possessed no ‘Mother-Child River,’ and women could indeed bear offspring with each other.
Le Feiying had simply decided to reside here temporarily.
Being an outsider, yet powerful and beautiful, the Magical Girl Association staff had even assigned her a job when she applied for her visa: to become the guardian of Xianghua City.
The longsword hummed.
Enveloped in sharp sword qi, she once again cut through the air, heading directly towards the source of the distress signal.
***
A short while later, the snow cocoon slammed into the vicinity of the East Gate of Acacia Plaza, shaking the very earth!
Shards of rock mingled with snow flew skyward, as screams and cries of agony erupted in a cacophony.
Three or five passersby, unable to evade in time, were flung away by the shockwave.
Several other unfortunate souls perished instantly, their blood blossoming into ghastly ‘red plums’ upon the snow.
At the edge of the snow crater, the crowd recoiled in terror, several individuals already dialing emergency services.
Yet, some women, captivated by this ‘fallen snow’ from the heavens, found their curiosity stirring.
They formed a wide circle, synchronously approaching, eager to glimpse its true form.
Soon, as the snow mist began to dissipate, numerous women had gathered closer.
Amidst the swirling mist, ice crystals fractured and scattered.
In the center of the snow crater lay a figure, their ethereal appearance drawing all eyes.
The figure possessed short, silver hair, plastered messily against their temples.
The women observed, surprised by the rarity of short-haired girls, estimating the length to be around thirteen centimeters.
The individual wore a grey pleated skirt and a tight white shirt that exposed their navel and even strained into wrinkles, clearly ill-fitting.
Curiously, their lower abdomen boasted an eight-pack of abs and a defined ‘vest line,’ utterly devoid of excess flesh.
It seemed they maintained an excellent physique, comparable to a model’s.
The pleated skirt hung askew at their hips, revealing a pair of white-stockinged legs, slightly curled.
This gender-neutral attire, blending softness with strength, utterly astonished the onlookers.
‘Is this a new trend, some kind of alternative fashion?’
‘I don’t know, it seems like a style of masculine beauty…’
‘Yes, indeed, it certainly embodies a masculine aesthetic.’
Still, the women in the crowd couldn’t help but wonder why this person had fallen from the sky.
Nevertheless, they didn’t rush into the crater to investigate, opting instead to wait for the ambulance to arrive.
***
At this juncture, a faint cough shattered the silence.
Silvia weakly coughed a few times, his eyelids fluttering before he groggily opened his eyes.
A hoarse groan escaped his throat.
He turned his head, observing the ground mere inches away and the women gathered around the crater’s edge.
In that moment, his gaze met dozens of curious eyes head-on.
Furthermore, the distant wail of an ambulance, mingled with the rising chorus of whispers, reached his ears.
Only then did Silvia truly register his situation: he hadn’t been killed by the fall; this must count as a safe landing, he mused.
‘Heh, a moment between life and death. It’s good to be alive.’
Consequently, Silvia pushed himself up to a half-sitting position, yet he still couldn’t sense any magic within his body.
This indicated that the magic-blocking device remained active.
However, Silvia felt… odd, a strange sensation regarding his body.
Why was his white shirt so much tighter?
Instinctively, he reached to tuck his hair behind his ear, only to find nothing there.
Silvia hadn’t yet comprehended what was happening.
Perplexed, he reached for the back of his head.
Instantly, his movements froze; the sensation… his smooth long hair had been replaced by stubble!
Was this… the stubble of short hair ends?
This was… short hair!
‘Ah~’
He cried out, but upon hearing his own voice, he froze in astonishment.
His voice was coarse, like sandpaper scraping against his throat, and his Adam’s apple bobbed with each swallow.
Silvia then reached for his own throat.
‘Wait, why is there a protrusion on this throat? Is this even ‘her’ own body anymore?!’
Panic seized his heart, and Silvia tremblingly tore open his collar.
He saw that his once full chest was now flat, with taut pectoral muscles rising and falling with his breath.
He further fumbled with the hem of his shirt, revealing the distinct abdominal muscles on his flat stomach.
Furthermore, he directed his attention downwards, and as a sense of urgency assailed him, he tried to move his bladder muscles.
The result… the sensation there was entirely different.
Was this still the original equipment?
Especially the incongruous bulge beneath his pleated skirt…
No, it couldn’t be.
Every single detail of this body screamed ‘stranger,’ utterly wrong, profoundly wrong.
‘No… impossible…’
He clamped a hand over his mouth, his voice thick with a sob.
What on earth was happening?
How had he lost his female characteristics?
Silvia realized that ever since his magic had been blocked… he had