This minor injury actually wasn't anything to Pale.
A magical girl's soul was the magic core.
As long as the core was fine, repairing the shell was just a matter of how much magic power to spend.
The initial extreme burning pain that could instantly collapse any living being had indeed swept through every one of Pale's nerves. She clearly remembered the feeling of her skin curling under high temperature, fat boiling, muscle fibers tearing and carbonizing, bones groaning in the fierce fire.
However, Pale was very fortunate that after the nervous system was completely cooked and carbonized, she could no longer feel that maddening pain.
Those witch derivatives that had been so noisy before—clowns, employees, cartoon dolls—now froze in place as if frozen, collectively trembling, silently shrinking back.
They had never seen such a scene.
Didn't it hurt her? When she ignited herself, wasn't there even a trace of fear in her heart?
Pale ignored the trembling small fry and walked straight toward the teddy bear that had turned to charcoal.
The flames that ignited herself carried a trace of magic power, like a fuse simultaneously igniting the teddy bear in both magic and physical aspects.
Pale's carbonized foot bones stepped on the warm ground, making crisp sounds, accompanied by sticky sounds of carbonized skin fragments and small amounts of incompletely burned fat tissue falling off. Her steps were abnormally firm, without the slightest stagger.
As long as the magic core could still control the body, that was a minor injury to Pale.
Pale bent down, ignoring the scorching heat of the ashes—of course, Pale now had no pain nerves and couldn't feel pain—continuously groping through that charred wreckage.
A few seconds later, Pale's hand withdrew.
Between her finger bones, she firmly held a pigeon egg-sized hexagonal black crystal. Inside the crystal was chaotic pitch blackness, its surface covered in spiderweb-like cracks, still emitting weak and ominous fluctuations.
The witch's corruption seed.
Essentially the same as a magic core, except the soul within had long since corroded and fallen, abandoning hope for madness and despair.
Then, Pale opened her magic space.
Of the three magic stones, two had already been used.
One to rescue a girl, one to battle the Doll Witch.
There was still one...
Pale didn't have the habit of going naked.
Faint purple magic power enveloped Pale's charred body.
Her dress that had turned to ash, those carbonized fabric particles almost indistinguishable, embedded in skin crevices, under the purple magic power's stimulation, as if given life, frantically drew the magic stone's energy, beginning rapid proliferation, weaving, reconstruction.
The hem extended itself, black leather shoes covering over it.
At the same time, pink, fresh new muscle fibers like rapidly growing vines wove along the rib contours, making subtle sizzling sounds. Fat layers formed accordingly, filling the gaps between bones, reshaping the full bosom, soft waist and abdomen, pert buttocks and leg curves.
Smooth new skin covered over at visible speed, replacing the charred carbonized layer.
In just over ten seconds, a voluptuous, stunningly curved, enchantingly beautiful body filled the dress tightly.
"Ugh..."
The newborn skin was incredibly tender.
Every inch was extremely sensitive, all fresh nerve endings nakedly exposed.
The subtle flow of air, sunlight's gentle caress...
In front of others... must stay calm...
The just-reconstructed black dress, with every slide of her skin, continuously provoked her overly acute nerves.
The hem rose and fell with Pale's subtle breathing, rubbing against the newborn, especially tender skin at the root of her thighs.
'Ugh... is the friction sensation at the front that intense?'
Having reconstructed her body so many times, Pale still couldn't adapt.
Even those silk-stockinged feet wrapped in black over-knee stockings transmitted tingling sensations when touching the shoe soles, making Pale's toes curl slightly.
Pale tried to take a deep breath.
Air rushed into her lungs, chest expanding, the dress's top pressed even more snugly against her bosom. That friction made her breathing hitch slightly, her neck and cheeks uncontrollably flushing with an extremely faint pink.
Those witch derivatives still froze in place, fearfully watching her, but their gazes falling on her skin now made her feel an uncomfortable sensation of being watched.
Damn it!
Must maintain a good image!
"Ahem… You'll all return to normal soon. For now, go find a safe place to hide."
After the witch died, the witch's magic influence would gradually fade. These affected people would gradually lose consciousness, and upon waking would return to normal.
There was only one survivor this time, which could lead to accidents while people were unconscious, so Pale would linger for a while.
To ensure her reliable, invincible image became deeply rooted in people's hearts, Pale turned, ignoring the dumbstruck but not daring to approach witch followers, quickly leaving the amusement park.
On the streets, the scene was eerie and silent. Many people still wandered holding shabby dolls, their eyes vacant, steps slow and dragging, like sleepwalkers. But the crazed pink glow belonging to the Doll Witch in their eyes had completely extinguished, leaving only blank, unconscious emptiness.
After the witch died, the magic's influence would gradually fade.
These people twisted and controlled by the witch's power were now equivalent to wanderers who had lost their commands. After a period of time they would fall into deep sleep, treating this period as a nightmare.
Pale prepared to return to check on that girl who wasn't much affected, having her watch over the sleeping people's condition.
Pale's newborn, overly sensitive skin, wrapped in the dress, continuously transmitted subtle yet clear friction sensations with her steps, forcing her to devote part of her attention to adapting to and suppressing this physiological interference.
'Ugh…'
'Good thing no acquaintances are here…'
But just as she passed a dim alley entrance.
Whoosh!
A black and white, furry shadow suddenly shot out from behind a trash can deep in the alley at astonishing speed, moving so fast it almost left afterimages.
"Awoo~!"
Pale didn't even have time to fully turn around, only feeling her right hand subjected to a violent, furry impact. That force was surprisingly strong, completely unlike an ordinary creature. She was distracted adapting to her body's sensitivity, her vigilance slightly lower than usual for a moment.
Pale's hand loosened, and that black corruption seed slipped into the air.
"Awoo!"
That shadow precisely leaped up, opened its long mouth, "snap"—cleanly caught the corruption seed in mid-air, then landed on all fours, kicking up a small cloud of dust.
Pale finally saw the attacker clearly.
A... husky?!
"Wait!"
Pale cried out anxiously.
However, just as Pale forcefully exerted herself, trying to catch up and snatch back the corruption seed.
The patent leather heel ground hard across the ground, making a harsh friction sound. A small pebble pressed into Pale's tender sole.
The subtle vibrations of stockings and shoe soles were magnified a thousand times in this moment...
"Hyeeeee!"
Pale's body betrayed her.
Splat...
Two balloons were pressed into flat cakes, knees directly hitting the ground.
"Damn it! Stinky dog! You wait for me!"
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"Suzune, right!"
Lan, white shirt under a black cloak, the specialized saber in her hand flickering with ghostly blue cold light, the blade tip pointing with undisguised killing intent directly at the slender neck of that blue magical girl ahead.
"I advise you not to meddle in others' affairs."
Suzune quietly stood at the fork in the road leading to the amusement park, her azure blue magic dress shimmering with soft water light.
Around the girl permeated a layer of almost visible, extremely cold magic power fluctuation, causing the moisture in the air to condense into tiny ice crystals, slowly falling.
Her gaze calmly swept past Lan, then over the three other figures eyeing her covetously behind Lan.
Su Jin stretched lazily, gently embracing Bai Meng's petite body from behind, resting her chin on Bai Meng's fluffy head.
"Don't be so angry~ You guys also really dislike Ember."
"That's right, that's right." Bai Meng chimed in.
"We're also eliminating evil for the people."
"That's right, that's right."
"Things you can't do, we at the End Planning Bureau will do, guaranteed clean and efficient."
"That's right, that's right."
Bai Meng held a somewhat worn rabbit doll in her arms, her face expressionless, only a pair of empty large eyes staring straight at Suzune, sending chills down one's spine.
Around this girl who only said "that's right, that's right."
An invisible mental pressure was quietly spreading like a tide, trying to erode Suzune's will.
Zhu Yan directly loaded her magic gun, impatiently cursing, "What's the point of talking to her! Let's just attack directly!"
"Ember may be detestable, but that's no reason for you to take advantage of someone's crisis."
An ice sword suddenly appeared in Suzune's hand.
"As long as I'm here, you won't pass."