The Real and the Fake Silver Moon

Just as the officers were still discussing, a loli-like voice came through the radio.

“Good thing this uncle hung up fast, otherwise there would’ve been trouble.”

Yu Dun looked at the oversized clothes on his body—big enough to be used as a blanket—and thought that next time, he really should avoid using his ability again right after recovering.

His macho form hadn’t lasted long at all.

It was like a trial version expiring—gone in the blink of an eye.

Suzuki Megumi came out with two cups of tea.

Seeing that Yu Dun, who should have finished paying the price already, had turned back into a loli again, she immediately guessed the reason.

“Old Yu, you used your ability again.”

Because the sleeves were too long, Yu Dun could only helplessly stick his hand out from the collar, rubbing his forehead.

“I went to deal with some things just now.”

What he hadn’t expected was that the Web Weaver had already extended her reach into Qingteng City, and had even planted insect eggs meant to transform people into monsters—without anyone noticing.

What exactly was she planning to do?

More importantly, Yu Dun was worried that if the Monster King of Lin’an City was doing this, did that mean other Monster Kings might also start invading other cities.

That would definitely not be a good sign.

“Forget it, I’ll leave these headaches to the higher-ups.”

He’d already done everything he could.

Yu Dun took the tea and had just taken a sip when it burned his tongue, making him stick out his little pink tongue in pain—causing Suzuki Megumi’s eyes to light up.

Tch, this body is such a hassle.

If it were me just now, I could’ve downed the whole cup without my face changing at all.

I remember Flona’s friend had someone who could help me.

Maybe I should call and ask.

I’ve got Flona’s contact info anyway.

“Flona, it’s this uncle—Old Yu…”

“No, no, the higher-ups still haven’t replied.

I’m calling about that thing—whether your friend can help me…”

“You’re busy?

Alright then, you go ahead.”

“Oh, right.

One of the sacrifices the Web Weaver set up in Qingteng City got away, so be extra careful.”

Not even two minutes later, the call ended.

Yu Dun let out a sigh.

“So realistic, huh?

No news, and you don’t even bother with me.”

Who would’ve thought Flona was this slick.

She really didn’t look like someone her age at all—this old man can’t even compare.

If Flona knew what he was thinking, she’d only say that the number of followers she’d dealt with far exceeded the amount of alcohol Yu Dun had ever drunk.

Seeing that Suzuki Megumi was still there, Yu Dun asked in confusion,

“Xiao Hui, it’s so late already.

Why aren’t you heading home?”

“I was planning to,” Suzuki Megumi said, changing her mind as she looked at him.

“But seeing you like this, I decided otherwise.”

She picked Yu Dun up and headed toward the bedroom.

“Let’s sleep together tonight.”

She’d wanted to experience what it was like sleeping with Yu Dun in his different forms for a long time now.

It was just that Yu Dun had always avoided her before.

Today, her wish was finally going to come true.

“Stop!

Didn’t we break up?

Sleeping together isn’t appropriate!”

Yu Dun tried to struggle.

“Then let’s get back together—for now.”

“Can you even temporarily get back together?

Talk things out properly—don’t strip my clothes!”

“These clothes don’t fit you anymore.

You’ll definitely sleep better in something smaller.”

“Let me do it myself!”

…

Meanwhile, Muraki Ichiro successfully shook off the police and hid in a forest on the outskirts, panting heavily.

How did things end up like this?

Even now, Ichiro couldn’t figure out when exactly their plan had been exposed.

The sacrifices had been completely wiped out—leaving only him.

It was as if an invisible hand had strangled all dangerous sprouts before they could grow.

“Not running anymore?”

A familiar figure stood high above, looking down at Muraki Ichiro.

Moonlight reflected off a flowing silver-gauze dress, shimmering brilliantly.

A book hung at her waist.

“Magical Girl Silver Moon!

How did you find me?”

He clearly—

“Clearly didn’t commit any evil, yet I still found you, right?”

Xi Bai saw straight through Muraki Ichiro’s thoughts.

Tilting her head, she sneered.

“Because you’re a monster.”

The current Muraki Ichiro no longer looked human.

His entire body was covered in armor-like carapace.

His fingers had turned into sharp insect limbs.

His head was completely deformed, human facial features blurred beyond recognition.

His mandibles opened and closed, dripping with murky fluid.

Run—

The voice in Muraki Ichiro’s heart sounded again.

But it was quickly cut off.

And Xi Bai’s words had already completely enraged him.

He roared,

“If you’d come to save me when I was kidnapped, I wouldn’t have become like this!”

“When the insect egg was implanted in me, I begged desperately, hoping you’d appear.

You never came.

And now, only after I’ve become a monster, you show up.

Don’t you think that’s ridiculous?”

“And then?”

Muraki Ichiro had thought these words would stir Kirishima Xi Bai’s heart, letting him use the button to stimulate her negative emotions faster.

Instead, that single “And then?” not only extinguished his rage—

It shattered his entire scheme.

“If it were someone else who was forced to become a sacrifice, I would feel sorry.

Silver Moon truly failed to protect them.”

“But you’re different.”

In Xi Bai’s eyes, the malice and magic within Muraki Ichiro were not chaotic like those of the mantis monster.

He retained complete clarity of mind.

It was obvious—he had willingly allowed himself to be transformed into a monster.

“You’re talking nonsense!”

As if his last shred of shame had been ripped away, Muraki Ichiro screamed hysterically, trying to deny her words.

He pulled out the button and slammed it toward Xi Bai.

“Let’s see if you can withstand the power of the button this time!”

Last time at the school gate, someone helped you.

This time, let’s see who can help you!

Run!

She’s not the real Magical Girl Silver Moon!

As the button was activated, the voice in Muraki Ichiro’s heart came back online.

But it was already too late.

Silver Moon’s figure blurred.

Golden hair fluttered with her movement.

The threads shot out from the button were grabbed by her bare hand.

In an instant, holy light surged back along the threads.

Ah!

Muraki Ichiro also heard a scream of agony from deep within his heart.

“So you finally decided to use this.”

A triumphant smile appeared on Flona’s face.

The scale-like bracelet on her wrist jingled in the wind.

Fake?

Muraki Ichiro said in disbelief,

“I was a hardcore magical girl fan, and I couldn’t even tell a fake magical girl apart!”

Flona asked back,

“Have you ever actually seen a magical girl’s transformation?”

This illusion disguise had been refined bit by bit, with Serianna closely studying Xi Bai’s transformation videos.

“Looks like you understand them better than I do.”

Muraki Ichiro gave a bitter smile.

“Let the Web Weaver come out and talk to me.

I know she can control your body.”

Flona tugged on the threads as a threat.

The Web Weaver?

Muraki Ichiro was just about to ask—

But the confusion on his face quickly vanished.

His eyes turned hollow in an instant.

The next second, his posture twisted unnaturally.

His waist swayed softly on its own.

Every movement should’ve been alluring.

But combined with that monstrous body, Flona only felt disgust.

“You win this time.

Hurry up and release the threads.”

The Web Weaver Witch spoke irritably.

Still tough-mouthed!

Flona raised an eyebrow and said nothing.

She increased the amount of holy light flowing through the threads, causing the Web Weaver Witch to scream repeatedly.

“Stop, stop!

I can undo the threads inside Kirishima Xi Bai’s soul!”