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

The Curse Realm was not a dreg.

Shion had realized this the moment she stepped inside.

The composition of this entire world was different from so-called dregs.

Having witnessed the technology of the Mirror Kingdom, she knew what a true dreg world was like.

When she stepped into this world, she was certain this was not a dreg like the Mirror Kingdom that was incapable of generating mana.

The Curse Realm was still continuously producing negative emotions and polluted magic.

It was just that it was too concentrated, and there were only negative emotions and polluted magic.

So concentrated that when she arrived here, she felt a suffocating sensation.

And this concentrated corrupted magic power manifested a certain eerie curse.

It reduced lifespan, caused simple organ failure, and there was something akin to a Complete Witch, filling the entire body with polluted magic.

Without any protective measures, the result would inevitably be a miserable death.

The moment she stepped inside, that polluted magic and those curses, as if finally finding prey, rapidly coiled around her.

For a moment, it even shook her Magical Outfit.

Shion carefully sensed this special magic of the Curse Realm. These curses could not be resisted with mana.

They could even pollute one's Personal Reality.

It was a rule somewhat similar to that of a Full Bloom Magical Girl.

After understanding what the Curse Realm's magic was about, she hesitated no longer.

First, she turned on the lights for this world. After all, being pitch black all the time was uncomfortable to look at.

After illuminating the Curse Realm, she planned to search the entire world.

Then she heard a shout.

She turned to look.

She saw a corpse running.

No heartbeat, no breath, just running towards her.

Its body was constantly melting within the purple magic.

The sound of melting, the other party's shout, and an explosion from somewhere.

Shion casually threw a javelin over.

After the mushroom cloud exploded, it finally quieted down.

She landed and glanced at the body. It was pretty much as she thought.

In this world filled with such massive curses and that terrifying polluted magic, ordinary people couldn't survive. The Curse Realm should theoretically only contain Disaster Beasts.

She bent down to pick up the Grief Seed that had fallen from the other party. Just as she was about to examine it.

The Grief Seed suddenly extended a slender worm, stabbing straight at her eyeball!

Before it could pierce her eye, purple magic instantly ignited the worm, then rapidly spread into the Grief Seed.

The entire Grief Seed sprouted countless tiny worms, trying to escape from it.

However, Shion just gently squeezed the Grief Seed, purple magic enveloping the entire seed.

With meticulous control of her magic, she melted every single tiny worm in the Grief Seed, even the eggs and each tiny cell.

Yet, after all the worms died, the Grief Seed rapidly turned ashen white.

This was similar to the Mirror Kingdom's.

After crushing the Grief Seed, she could see the entire seed had turned into ashen white fragments.

In other words, all the polluted magic here existed dependent on the curses.

Once the curses disappeared, the polluted magic would also turn into dregs.

Unusable polluted magic.

Shion felt a slight pang of regret, because the polluted magic here was just too concentrated, so much that she felt a bit tempted.

Such an enormous amount of polluted magic, if it could be completely absorbed.

It might allow the Calamity Dragon's realm to advance another level.

Currently, whether in Witch form or Magical Girl form, she possessed strength that could step into Half-Step Flourishing Branches and contend with those above the False Realm Cycle Sea.

Only her Calamity Dragon form, at best, was at the mid-stage Blooming realm. When facing the Magical Girl Killer, she couldn't even resist the pollution.

Ultimately, it was a lack of power. In terms of position alone and comprehension of realms, she should have long left this realm behind.

It was because polluted magic was too difficult to convert compared to a Magical Girl's pure mana.

The quantity couldn't increase, causing her growth speed to lag, unable to achieve the qualitative change after reaching an extreme quantity.

If she had enough magic power, she was confident she could further elevate the Calamity Dragon's position. Then she could punch Jiang Ming and Bai Mei, kick Beihai's Bingtang.

Casually suppress the child Yumo, and flick away the witch Keke with a tail swipe.

Even obtaining a Fruit Position and becoming an S-level Disaster Beast wouldn't be a problem.

After all, in her view, she already had a direction on how to solve the Calamity Dragon's biggest shortcoming, its innate deficiency.

No matter how powerful she was now, she was still just an A-level Disaster Beast.

However, from what she learned from the Witch Association about Disaster Beast classification, the distinction between S-level and A-level Disaster Beasts also lay in the mastery of rules.

When you thought about it, the promotion of Magical Girls and Disaster Beasts was quite similar. It was unclear which side copied which.

Before the college entrance exam, she got news from the Xilan intelligence network that the Witch Association planned to implement a new standard for Disaster Beasts and witches, creating something like A-shame, A-lower, A-middle, A-upper, A-peak.

This was clearly copied from the Azure Cloud Sect. Easy to change. She'd go collect the Azure Cloud tax later.

S-level Disaster Beasts had always been benchmarked against Magical Girls. According to Disaster Control Bureau records, many Magical Girls in the past achieved Full Bloom specifically to deal with S-level Disaster Beasts.

There were also many cases of mutual destruction. Theoretically, S-level Disaster Beasts possessed the ability to destroy the world.

Of course, this was just theory. From the Disaster Control Bureau's records, S-level Disaster Beasts at most could only destroy a city.

Probably they just didn't have time to fully develop.

After all, the Disaster Control Bureau's prevention against S-level Disaster Beasts was very strong. Basically, as soon as some A-level Disaster Beasts showed signs of promotion, they would dispatch Magical Girls to crush them.

It was only when some Disaster Beasts broke through to S-level on the battlefield that Magical Girls were forced into Full Bloom...

A gust of wind blew past. Shion looked around her surroundings.

The environment of the Curse Realm couldn't be described as picturesque with peach blossoms and green willows, but it certainly counted as barren mountains and treacherous waters with flying sand and rolling stones.

There wasn't a trace of vitality. Occasionally seeing rivers, what flowed within were also curses.

When Shion spread her magic power, wanting to thoroughly investigate the surroundings, she found that once it exceeded ten kilometers, her magic power could no longer extend.

The curses would continuously pollute her magic sense.

This was the limitation of magic sense.

Under the Golden Age, the likelihood of traditional Magical Girl methods being targeted by various enemies would definitely increase. The essence of magic sense was still the extreme refinement of magic power. Once everyone knew how to use such basic things, it would be easily interfered with.

Relying solely on magic sense for high-level battles was no longer sufficient—like now, being deceived by others in the Curse Realm.

Or future scenarios like being mocked, "Azure Cloud Sect, you rely too much on magic sense," and other such humiliating plotlines.

Absolutely must be nipped in the bud.

Fortunately, ever since realizing the Calamity Dragon had an innate deficiency, Shion had already started using her little brain.

Inquiring about three thousand paths, daily wandering in the Great Void, seeking answers from the controllers between the Primordial Universe and the Chaotic Universe, then leaping out of the Sea of Light and Void, closely observing the battles of Dao Fruit powerhouses in the supreme battlefield of the Origin Star.

Now the answer to the Ultimate Great Dao lay before her like the first exam paper's real questions she had just experienced—

Shion figured it was time for spiritual sense to take the stage.

Thinking this, the Dao Seed within her body suddenly exerted force.

[Heaven-Grade Spell·Mùjǐn's Tears]!

With the foundation of the ancient Great Emperor supporting her, the profound mysteries of space combined with magic sense actually allowed her magic sense, originally stopped ten kilometers away, to further expand outward.

Indeed, for cultivators, the necessity of spiritual sense was undeniable.

Although it was still far from the spiritual sense Shion envisioned, the direction of developing spiritual sense based on spatial power was correct.

Her original impression of Mùjǐn was only dementia and crying. Now it seemed more like, "Weathered not necessarily by clear tears, I transform into calamity wind to wash away sin's dust."

Mùjǐn was too useful.

In the future, she must develop the Spatial Great Dao with even greater effort.

Shion sighed, her pseudo-spiritual sense rapidly extending to more distant places.

The feedback from the surrounding environment was all pitch-black curses.

Every inch of land in the Curse Realm was filled with filth.

She raised her hand, pouring magic power into the sky.

Purple magic clouds, like the previous gray mist, began to spread across the sky—

This place was just too dirty, triggering her cleanliness obsession.

When purple lightning began to streak across the sky, all the pitch-black curses on the ground started to stir.

This cursed magic seemed to have a life of its own.

She could even feel the ground itself squirming.

Looking down, from beneath the ground, swarms of densely packed worms emerged, trying to burrow into her body.

Majestic thunderbolts descended from the sky!

Centered on Shion, violent plasma exploded into a boiling sea of lightning a thousand zhang in diameter!

Countless blue-purple ionized flame flowers stretched, twisted, and shot out, hissing in the air!

The ground's soil, rocks, gravel, including those trembling, densely packed maggots, were instantly submerged and repeatedly smelted within the lightning plasma!

Until everything turned into glassy, molten slurry, its surface constantly bubbling and erupting with white light blasts, splattering with blinding electric fire. The air was filled with the sharp, pungent smell of ozone and the scorching, burnt odor of steel and protein mingling.

Shion stood within it, the purple-gold lightning plasma reaching past her ankles. Each time she lifted a foot, it pulled up thousands of struggling strands of lightning. Electric currents constantly traveled over her body, splashing into even finer showers of fiery trees and silver flowers against her petite, exquisite silhouette.

With each step she took, the lightning in the sky roared, spreading and spreading more wildly!

Dense bolts of lightning poured down from the sky like waterfalls, piercing through heaven and earth!

For now, let's just clean the surface once.

Thinking this, she moved forward, wrapped in a force of thunderous momentum.

"Magical Girl?"

Suddenly, a hoarse inquiry pierced through the shriek of thunder, reaching the girl's ears within.

So she stopped walking and turned her head.

An old man, bundled up tightly, crouched down and hugged the remains—just some ashes—of the previously melted Disaster Beast. Yet the old man held it as if it were a treasure, carefully cradling it.

"You are a Magical Girl, right? I am a witness of the Curse Realm, also a messenger communicating with all old worlds."

Yet there was no response.

The old man looked up. Terrifying thunderbolts continuously fell, and wave-like lightning plasma surged past him, not piercing his body.

It seemed to be waiting for him to speak.

In the eyes of the people of the Curse Realm, the curse was the most terrifying thing in this world.

Yet when he raised his head, gazing at that magnificent, majestic lightning, that seemingly infinite, mighty power of heaven and earth.

Under this grand, imposing force of nature, he felt his own insignificance and powerlessness.

Only then did he suddenly realize.

Ah, this was the true natural disaster.

A walking natural disaster.

More terrifying than curses, more direct, more straightforward, more efficient.

Even the most terrifying curse, under this lightning, seemed to become an insignificant, gentle lesion.

...

"Magical Girl," the old man murmured, "why did you kill the leader of the Curse Realm?"

Thunder roared, yet that purple figure remained so dazzling amidst the crisscrossing lightning.

Those gem-like purple pupils simply watched him without any emotion.

What a lofty gaze, as if he had never been placed in her eyes.

The ashes in his hand scattered in the gale.

Amidst the howling thunder, the old man took out his weapon.

It was a pistol.

"Do you know how difficult survival is?"

"Do you know, in a world of despair, just staying alive, giving hope to others, is such a... magnificent thing?"

"Do you know how hard they worked to prolong this world?"

He wanted to use words to shake this god-like existence.

Yet all his words seemed insignificant and minuscule within the thunder.

"I have witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, the birth and demise of empires. Across countless years, only the foolishness of mortals is eternal. Yet under the baptism of the curse, only the foolishness of mortals struggling to survive can surpass despair."

"Even the Emperor's wisdom and glory, within the endless curse, will eventually fall and dim. Only the ignorance of mortals is immortal, only the desires of mortals never cease!"

"This world doesn't need you, Magical Girl!"

He pulled the trigger. A bullet carrying a curse shot out.

A massive thunderbolt crashed down!

The bullet and curse melted within the lightning. Purple thunder struck the old man!

However, the power of this thunderbolt wasn't that great. The old man's tightly wrapped black clothing was tattered. He knelt on the ground, his entire body smoking.

Yet he refused to bow his head, just raised it, staring fixedly at that natural disaster who still showed no expression, didn't speak.

Just watched him indifferently.

Her pupils shifted slightly downward, as if looking down at an insect.

Heaven and Earth are not humane.

Treating all things as straw dogs!

The old man remembered the phrase that echoed in the sky when she appeared.

It was like the final judgment and verdict on this world.

All the grievances, pain, and unwillingness accumulated over so many years burst forth.

All the hardships and efforts along this journey seemed meaningless.

If before the curse, the Curse Realm could still resist like humans.

Gaining hope and a faint, distant future from their struggling resistance.

But before this natural disaster, that kind of illusory, ethereal hope didn't exist.

The people of the Curse Realm were like pigs and sheep awaiting slaughter, without any human dignity or value.

Life and death rested solely on her whim.

Truly being dogs, worthless sacrifices.

He reached a hand towards the sky, crying out somewhat maniacally amidst the lightning.

"Say something! Say something!"

"Say something?"

The other party finally spoke, causing the old man, who was about to wail, to choke for a moment.

All his emotions were suppressed. He struggled to look at her.

The lightning still avoided him.

Except for the counterattack from that earlier gunshot, all the lightning just flashed and roared around, melting the ground.

She didn't seem to intend to kill him.

Of course, realizing this, a tiny sliver of hope finally emerged from the despair.

Magical Girls weren't some heinous enemies.

A phrase the Emperor once said when she still existed.

"Magical Girls, they really are naive. Even facing enemies, they still want to save them... It seems in the future, if we encounter Magical Girls, just kneeling and begging for mercy should let us survive, heh."

No matter how cold a Magical Girl was, she was still ultimately a Magical Girl.

"We didn't want to harm others. We just had no way out..."

So he began to show weakness, beg for mercy. He recounted the hardships of the Curse Realm.

The people here had no choice.

They were born with curses. Everyone sought survival in an already dead world.

The old man held a pocket watch, introducing it to the powerful Magical Girl.

This was once a keepsake of Rika, the former leader of the Curse Realm. When the curse hadn't yet spread worldwide, before anyone recognized the terror of the curse, Rika had already resisted the curse alone for a hundred years for the people of the Curse Realm.

Even after becoming terrifying, feared and shunned by everyone, she never stopped fighting the curse.

Ultimately, she was completely devoured by the curse.

Then he took out a crown, speaking of the Emperor.

That was the great leader after Rika, who gathered the spreading curse upon herself, then used the curse of the Death Note to suppress it.

Sitting on the throne, she bought the Curse Realm much survival time.

It was even from the Emperor's time that the Curse Realm began seeking external help, attempting to ally with other old worlds, searching for ways to save their own world.

Brilliant and strategic, though autocratic and cruel, she was undoubtedly the savior of the Curse Realm.

Until the very last moment, she still maintained the dignity and pride of an Emperor, charting the path forward for everyone.

Even today, after her death, the people still survived within the Emperor's legacy.

How many heroes had been sacrificed in the brilliance and radiance humanity burst forth in life and death? How much suffering had they endured to barely reach this point?

Reaching this point, finally obtaining hope.

"The Curse Realm is absolutely not some small world that should be easily destroyed. The history of the Curse Realm, the people of the Curse Realm, are all weighty and living existences. What you destroy isn't a world, isn't a group of ants, but a civilization, a group of humans who throw themselves forward without regard for their own safety!"

Every person's wishes, every person's pursuits, every person's efforts and lives.

The old man recounted all the heroes who had dedicated everything to the Curse Realm, all those ordinary people struggling, to that god-like Magical Girl.

Begging for her pity and soft-heartedness.

"It is precisely because of these heroes' successive efforts and struggles that the Curse Realm managed to barely survive with some people. They are proof of those past heroes' great deeds. They are the proof of the miracle created by everyone in the Curse Realm!"

He watched as the girl's expression shifted from indifference to showing some interest.

He couldn't help but shed hot tears.

The ancestors of past generations not only saved the Curse Realm in their own time.

Even after death, relying on their respective achievements, they carved a path for the Curse Realm amidst despair!

"Please save everyone! They are just innocent, pitiful ordinary people, struggling to survive in the despair of the curse! Every single one of them is not a bad person. Just give them an area where they can survive. They don't need anything... just a piece of land to live on is our greatest extravagant hope..."

The girl within the lightning finally turned her head, looking at him. "Where are the people?"

The old man wiped his tears, finally getting up with some joy, pointing towards the previous Prayer Hall. "There! Everyone is there!"

He wanted to run back, to tell everyone the good news...

Boom!

A waterfall of lightning plasma instantly submerged the area the old man pointed to!

Viscous lightning plasma almost flipped the entire ground. Glassy molten slurry seeped underground, filling all the Safe Rooms!

Screams and wails pierced the sky!

Almost overwhelming the thunder!

With each step she took, the lightning in the sky roared, spreading and spreading more wildly!

The Magical Girl like a natural disaster, her pupils as if filled with lightning, were as still and unrippled as an ancient well.

"Why..."

Feels inferior to Luo Zu still being on Earth in Swallowed Star.

"First, correct a mistake." Shion raised her hand, somewhat languid and free and easy, pointing at the old man.

Purple thunder struck him head-on!

"You are not the proof of the past people of the Curse Realm struggling to survive." Shion withdrew her hand, turning away. "You are the lingering ghosts of the Disaster Beast curse."

The old man, now like charcoal, lay sprawled on the ground, slowly melting, turning into countless dead maggots.

"Granting peace to the already dead is a cultivator's virtue."

The girl stepped forward. Lightning plasma roared, spreading across the entire world!

"You're welcome."