Jina lay on her stomach on the bed, her legs kicking back and forth in the air, her fingers rapidly typing on the virtual light screen.
[Jina]: Saeko, Saeko!
You’ve met Superman in person.
How was it?
How was it?
Is he super gentle and incredibly powerful?
[Saeko]: Yes.
He looks to be in his twenties and always has a smile when he speaks.
There is a gentleness in his words, and every sentence is genuinely out of concern for our World.
He truly lives up to the name of Superman.
[Jina]: Ooh, I’m so jealous!
If I had enough points, I’d want to meet Superman too!
After sending the message, Jina buried her face in her pillow and rolled over gloomily.
Her envy was very real.
Jina could only watch the text-based broadcast through her screen.
But even if she did save up enough points, would she really summon Superman?
Just for a reason like “wanting to meet him”?
That would be far too selfish.
Superman wasn’t her personal wishing machine; he had so many things to do in his own World.
Jina pushed the thought down and refocused her attention on the two Worlds in the group.
Saeko’s end should be fine now.
The zombie crisis had been nipped in the bud by Superman, the government had stepped in, and order was being restored.
But on the other side..
Jina rolled over, staring at the ceiling as the plot of Magical Girl Madoka began to run through her mind.
The more she recalled, the tighter Jina’s brow furrowed.
Kyubey…
that cute-looking white creature used “becoming a Magical Girl” as bait, specifically targeting naive young girls to sign contracts.
It built the continuation of a Universe upon the souls of countless girls.
To it, this was merely a cold, efficient formula for saving the Universe, but that was precisely what made it so chilling.
And then there was the ultimate fate of those Magical Girls their Soul Stones would become completely corrupted, turning them into witches to be hunted by new Magical Girls, repeating the cycle to gather energy… Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
“This is so hard to solve…” Jina muttered to herself, rolling over and wrapping the blanket into a bundle to hug.
She had never dared to tell Mami Tomoe any of this.
When they were chatting in the group before, Mami had asked her about the “plot” of her own World, but she had stammered and brushed it off, only saying her “memory was a bit fuzzy.”
Mami didn’t press further.
That was just her character as an upperclassman; she wouldn’t put others in a difficult position.
But Jina knew very well in her heart that it wasn’t because her “memory was fuzzy” it was because she didn’t dare to say it.
Because Jina was afraid that once she spoke, that senior who broke down after learning the truth—during one of the loops of the main character, Homura Akemi, when Mami Tomoe learned the truth, she stopped trusting anyone and even tried to kill all her companions with her own hands, believing, “Since we’re going to turn into monsters sooner or later, I might as well end your lives myself.”
This was the price of knowing the plot in advance.
Approaching someone by taking advantage of information, yet not daring to be honest because of knowing too much…
“As expected, this is what it means to be a transmigrator…” Jina sighed, burying her face in the blanket.
…
Ultraman was currently floating in the middle of his room, his fingers scrolling back and forth on the Chat Group’s interface.
Ultraman clicked open every option and looked through them again and again, but there was nothing new.
Aside from the chat function, item transfer, character transfer, and daily check-ins for points, there was nothing else.
Just as Ultraman was about to close the panel, new messages from Jina and Saeko popped up in the group chat.
Saeko was praising him for being gentle and powerful, while Jina was expressing her envy and desire to meet him.
Ultraman raised his hand and touched his face.
Having stayed in this World for so long, he had grown accustomed to being feared, hated, and treated as a ruler who must be obeyed.
To suddenly be described by terms like “gentle,” “powerful,” and “wanting to meet you” felt somewhat foreign to him.
Ultraman pulled his mind back and began to think about business.
Saeko’s World had been roughly figured out there was a time limit on the transfer, and the points saved up could only support a temporary stay.
Once the time was up, he would be automatically pulled back.
Currently, there was no function for permanently settling in another World.
However, he had secretly left behind a few pieces of high-tech equipment in Saeko’s World small monitoring stations hidden in deserted corners before he left.
These pieces of equipment had not returned with him, which showed that the rules for item transfer and character transfer were different items could be left behind in the target World.
“If items can be left behind, what about an Earth shrunk down to a size that can be carried around?”
Ultraman muttered to himself, his fingers lightly tapping.
If he could exploit this loophole in the rules, shrink the entire Earth into his pocket before the Anti-Monitor arrived, and bring it to another World to settle down, then the countdown to doomsday would no longer matter.
“First, I need to confirm if those pieces of equipment are still there, how stable they are, and if they’re being rejected by that World’s laws.” Ultraman nodded, labeling this plan “Wandering Earth Project: Modified” and raising its priority to the highest level.
Once he saved up enough points for another trip, he would be able to get first-hand data.
Right at that moment, a private chat popped up.
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Ultraman opened it and saw her typing status flash several times typing and stopping, deleting and revising.
The text she finally sent carried a visible hesitation.
[Superman]: Is there something you need help with, Miss Jina?
[Jina]: It’s like this, Superman.
Even though it’s really bad of me to keep troubling you…
I’m sorry, and I know doing this is really kind of…
Ultraman stared at the ellipsis and the half-finished sentence on the screen.
Jina was currently rolling around on her bed clutching her pillow, typing and deleting, deleting and typing.
She didn’t want to take Superman’s help for granted.
Ultraman had probably already guessed what she wanted to say.
The World Mami Tomoe was in, which was the World of Magical Girl Madoka…
To be honest, Ultraman didn’t know how to solve that World’s problems either.
Kyubey that cute-looking white creature would be considered a standard cosmic invader in his World, or even more troublesome than one.
In order to delay the heat death of the Universe, they needed to gather energy, and the emotional transition of Magical Girls from hope to despair was the most efficient source of energy.
“Tricky. How on Earth do they grant wishes anyway…” Ultraman sighed.
But if he refused directly, the “gentle and powerful Superman” persona he had established would collapse.
Once the persona collapsed, trust would be gone.
Once trust was gone, his escape route would be cut off…
[Superman]: If you’re facing any difficulties, please tell me.
I will do everything in my power to help you.
Looking at this sentence, Jina took a deep breath, and her fingers finally stopped trembling.
She was just about to start from the beginning and type out everything about the World of Magical Girl Madoka, Kyubey’s conspiracy, and the fate of the Magical Girls
[Ding—New member 『Gotham Orphan』 has joined the Multidimensional Chat Group—]
The system notification sounded in the ears of all group members at the same time.
Jina’s fingers hovered over the virtual keyboard, and she froze completely.
On Mami Tomoe’s end, a “Welcome, newcomer” message had just started to appear, with Saeko’s greeting following immediately after.
As for Ultraman—Ultraman stared at that group name, his eyelid twitching.
Gotham Orphan…
Ultraman slowly leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.