Chapter 2 Meeting the Passionate Female Protagonist from My Own Writing
Staring at the star-shaped emblem that shimmered with a gem-like luster, Sumu’s mind briefly went blank.
It’s impossible, it absolutely can’t be possible that monsters would use a Magical Girl transformation device—
My body won’t melt away like a candle, right?
Maybe it was his male self-awareness at play, or perhaps it was the memory of his cross-dressing in forums, but Sumu was strongly resistant to this idea.
He could imagine being arrested by a Magical Girl, and he could also envision a future of continuing his stable life, but he just couldn’t picture himself becoming one of those Magical Girls.
After all, his past accomplishments constantly reminded him of his own identity.
The first post was a fanfiction featuring the Magical Girl L defeated as the female protagonist.
It could be considered a casual write-up driven by interest, mostly telling the story of Magical Girl L being defeated by tentacle monsters.
With the unique imagination of a teenager, the scenes were described in such detail that one could almost see L struggling in the enticing grasp of those slimy and powerful tentacles.
During that time, Sumu was chased by L’s fans for nearly half a month, with some strongly insisting he mustn’t treat them differently and had to write about all the Magical Girls…
You bastards, you just want to take off, don’t you!
Fine, I’ll find a way to satisfy your unreasonable demands!
Surprisingly, the final collection of this series was quite high, but unfortunately, it had already been completely deleted.
After gaining some traction, Sumu gradually revealed his fangs.
First, he pretended to be a Magical Girl, posting a large number of remarks as a Female Demon.
“Those pathetic uncles are always falling into crises, and after being saved, they still look at the battle suits with lewd eyes—it’s only right they get punished.”
“Commoners just need to call for help, while us Magical Girls have so much more to consider. If we don’t save them, they’ll blame us. A bunch of pathetic beings—don’t think paying taxes makes it all justifiable!”
At first glance, it seemed harmless, but in reality, he was stirring up discord between Magical Girls and ordinary civilians.
It was the kind of thing that felt unpleasant, yet the exact problem was hard to pin down.
No wonder they call Sumu the legendary cross-dresser! He truly was a gifted type of player.
Moreover, his talent as a monster was his ability to make his insults more impactful, even online.
In every trending topic, he would cross-dress and be bombarded daily with thousands of private messages, eagerly countering and harvesting negative emotions.
I must say, it was a very effective method, though it required some mental fortitude; constantly being attacked by a barrage of trash talk could turn anyone into a cyber troll.
But Sumu wasn’t a troll, at least not yet, and definitely didn’t want to be judged by Magical Girls for their justice.
“Rabbit Sister, is there any other way?”
“There is, but it comes with conditions.”
After seeing the other party’s consistently straightforward reply, Sumu instantly cast aside the previous annoyance of having his brain invaded by a virus.
“What conditions?”
“For example, being able to outrun an airplane, or having the strength to face off against two Level C Magical Girls with just your bare hands.”
Sumu suddenly realized he was being toyed with, and his fondness for Gray Bunny plummeted.
Indeed, how could someone who had even opened their own box have good intentions?
“If I had that ability, would I even need to ask you?”
“Don’t be anxious; there’s no telling what kind of abilities you might have after you transform.”
—Ultimately, it all comes down to me transforming.
Screw it!
Sumu lay down on his bed dejectedly, staring blankly at the gray ceiling.
At least before those two Level C Magical Girls arrive, he still had some time to calm down a bit.
Do I really have time to calm down?
Knock, knock, knock!
A heavy and forceful knocking suddenly reverberated, filled with a thick aura of resentment, shaking the metal security door.
Sumu sprang up from the bed, his eyes dazed as he scanned the surroundings, his hands and feet fidgeting restlessly.
Can I pretend I’m not home?
Knock, knock, knock!
The rhythmic pounding echoed like a drum, hitting Sumu’s chest, making his pupils tremble violently.
“Excuse me, is anyone home? We’re law enforcement officers. Please cooperate with the investigation, okay?”
The sweet voice of a girl outside was speaking in an extremely dangerous tone, making Sumu’s heart skip a beat.
He tried standing up, but his legs felt weak, and he could only inch toward the star-shaped emblem, clutching it in his hand before pressing it against the wall and heading toward the bathroom.
His heart was racing so hard it felt like it would burst out, yet why did he have no strength in his body?
Sumu had always had poor physical fitness, and combined with his overly cute appearance, he was often mocked by boys his age for looking like a girl.
While he had always resented it, why did his body actually feel like a timid girl now, so uncooperative?
It felt as if he was using all his strength to push open the bedroom door, but there was still some distance to the bathroom in the living room.
To get there, he had to pass through the door.
Thinking about this made Sumu even more nervous, his fingers inadvertently brushing against the wall, collecting a lot of the peeling wall dust.
The mottled wall was crumbling down, seemingly unable to withstand the force of that strong girl outside, and this old house was starting to feel like it wouldn’t hold up.
“If you don’t answer, I’ll count to ten and come in.”
Sumu gritted his teeth and glared in the direction of the voice; he wouldn’t mistake that voice—it had to be L.
That allegedly delicate but violent maniac!
If she catches me, I’ll probably be bruised everywhere before finally getting my share from one side to the other!
The more he thought about it, the heavier his footsteps became, his slender legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to lift up.
“One.”
Even though he couldn’t move, he had to move. Sumu raised his sweat-soaked face, brushing away the stuck pink strands of hair with his hands, holding his breath as he gradually inched toward the bathroom.
“Two.”
The girl’s countdown was like a death sentence—tight and urgent.
“Three.”
Sumu desperately suppressed any sounds from escaping his mouth as he walked past the bedroom door; for a moment, he felt as if he was only a door away from that girl outside.
Fortunately, she didn’t notice, lost in her own counting.
“Four.”
It was almost there, as long as he could reach that spot—
Sumu’s mood suddenly lightened as he looked at the doorknob within reach; he unconsciously extended his hand.
“I’m coming in!”
Wasn’t it supposed to be counting to ten? Or was it actually counting to four? What kind of inhumane countdown is that?
Sumu’s shocked expression froze on his face; at that moment, half of his body was already across the threshold, yet he still witnessed his sturdy security door, which had stood for over ten years, fly away like a broken kite.
He could vaguely see some water-blue hair fluttering among the debris, but Sumu had no time to appreciate it; he desperately dove into the bathroom and locked the door.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Sumu couldn’t help but feel a sense of disconnection from reality.
His hand, clutching the emblem, had turned white from exertion, and he couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but it seemed a gleam flashed across the emblem.
