98 – Like Family (9)
Red Spica.
Real name: Ahn Su-chae.
A lovely girl who loved the colors of the evening as she greeted her mother returning from work.
Due to the nature of her single-parent family, she could easily become rebellious due to loneliness, but she always attracted love from those around her with an innocent attitude.
A girl with outstanding appearance and a kind heart.
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It was not a difficult story in this era for such a girl to awaken special powers due to her mother’s crisis.
The problem is that the timing is too fast.
She became a magical girl at the age of 6.
The incident happened before she even entered elementary school.
The media reported this incident extensively. It was the moment when the youngest magical girl was born in Korea.
“Thank you!”
Although dumbfounded, the girl happily received the attention. Being a magical girl was something she had longed for, and she didn’t mind receiving attention from others. More than anything, she thought that she could avoid causing trouble to her mother.
She was still young and didn’t know much about money, but she knew very well that her mother was having a hard time because of money.
So the girl was happy for a while. I was so busy with work that I couldn’t go to elementary school properly, but there were times when monsters would appear at night and I couldn’t sleep while working.
Others laughed as much as she worked hard. So the girl was happy too.
Her senior magical girls also cared for her a lot.
She made sure to avoid as much work as possible. It covered provocative questions posed by reporters and protected them from seeing strange articles or public opinion.
But she also finds out that her body is big.
She realizes her shortcomings, she feels the sharp gaze of reporters, feels jealousy and inferiority complex in the gaze of a few of her classmates, and her Red Spica realizes one thing.
The fact that the world is not always kind to oneself.
Of course, the majority of ordinary people are favorable to magical girls. But malice is like an awl, punching holes in the flat love.
One person out of 100 is a minority, but when that one person gathers as a group, it becomes a majority. The Internet, where I didn’t have to reveal my personal information, was an area where a small number of people gathered together. Unfortunately, they had too much time and energy to waste on criticizing others.
It took an instant to transform an ordinary girl with an inferiority complex into a clever brat who was greedy for money.
Of course, no one seriously believed this. It was just a bad game played by people who had fallen behind in reality.
Freedom of expression, the habit of criticizing, and suspicion are not bad things. The problem is that people who use it can be bad.
For those who considered their freedom to be the most important, it did not matter that the target of their criticism was a child who had not yet developed secondary s*xual characteristics.
Soon, an uproar broke out in the Internet world.
A movement arose to protect Red Spica. To most people with a sense of ethics, spreading rumors about an elementary school girl only seemed ugly. As if to counter this, they supported her with her beautiful stories and famous scenes from Red Spica.
However, there is also a backlash to Suho. Red Spica’s anti-fans also increased accordingly, using the excuse that her fans didn’t like her behavior.
Surprisingly, the girl was not seriously hurt by this incident. She had learned in her life that if she was a celebrity, she was bound to be attracted to crazy b*tches, and she was confident that she would also become one of them.
At the same time, this was an event that made Red Spica reconsider her perception of people.
‘It’s not something I wanted to become.’
They always have to fight for their lives, and because they don’t have time to spend the money they earn, they have to be separated from their only family from a very young age.
But why do you have to endure such comments? Why do they write things like that without the slightest fear while being protected by me?
You must have been certain.
I am confident that no harm will come to me.
Because being a magical girl is a job only for people like that. A supernatural being chooses them and gives them power. The target is limited to women with outstanding appearance and gentle nature.
Only girls who have a strong aversion to harming others will become magical girls, so they will feel safe even if they swear. Moreover, even if it were implemented, it would create enormous social repercussions and responsibilities, so it would not even happen.
Red Spica was one of those people. However, words that crossed that line met the delicate emotions unique to adolescence and caused a huge backlash.
“What am I… I’m not even a slave.”
I’ll have to file a complaint next time. Red Spica promised. And after that, she actually sued some of the malicious comments in the name of the Magical Girl Association.
She received a lot of criticism for attacking civilians as someone who was supposed to protect them, but she didn’t care.
If you tease them, they’ll come fight. Or just quietly boycott. Fortunately, the small number of boycotts did not have any impact on Red Spica’s influence.
With the settlement money, I went to an expensive restaurant with my mom.
The girl was still happy.
The girl has grown to the point where it is no longer awkward to call her a woman. Behind her, she had more juniors, younger than her, whom she could not count on her own two hands.
The girl was no longer the youngest child loved by everyone, and a great deal of responsibility followed her.
And then, a problem occurred.
S-class monster. Intelligent supernatural phenomenon. A monster on a different level from before. She has been a magical girl for over 10 years and is a person that is hard to find. It happened during her rescue mission, of which she was the leader.
The rescue rate is the highest among current magical girls. So many people have died that it becomes ridiculous to say things like this.
I heard a lot of ridicule and a lot of resentment. I still can’t forget the insults I heard from the victim’s relatives when I went to the incense burner.
As usual, the various nonsense that stragglers said on the Internet no longer sounded like nonsense.
Red Spica felt skeptical.
‘…Am I really that bad?’
I think so.
If a magical girl can’t protect people, wouldn’t she just be a b*tch who makes money by selling her face?
At the same time, it was unfair. It was an enemy that did not match her own means. What should I have done? No matter what you do, there will be a death, and the family will blame you.
Even if we tried our best, the result was the worst for someone.
‘…I wish I had died then.’
It would have been packaged as a death in the line of duty and at least received praise. A magical girl’s best is usually doing crazy things that she rushes into like a moth to a fire even though she knows she’ll lose.
You probably haven’t heard things like being lazy or sabotaging.
The girl wanted to forget everything. She feels a sense of self-destruction and selfish resentment towards the people she was unable to protect.
Soon, the girl gets a chance to forget all this.
I forget who gave it to me, but I came into contact with a certain machine.
The lens reflected the light and bothered Virgo’s eyes. A very long time has passed, once again.
A belt attached to the watcher’s waist. Its shape resembled the machine she last saw when she was human.
“Why now…!”
She thought she had forgotten all along. Virgo gritted his teeth.
“Don’t remind me!”
She shouted at the thunderbolts that were approaching her every moment. She pretended to look strong, but she couldn’t hide the slight tremor in her voice. Virgo was afraid.
No matter how many rays are poured on him, he does not stop moving.
Virgo even brought up a move he had never wanted to use.
“Am I easy enough? I’m telling you! “Don’t come!”
The power of twin stars. The power to create an alter ego identical to yourself. Every time I use it, Virgo is overcome with a strong sense of discomfort. It’s like he’s looking at himself like a mirror. Looking at myself objectively, I am truly embarrassed and ugly.
It’s okay when you’re distracted, but it’s difficult when you still have some memories like this.
But now there was nothing left. There is very little distance left, and any delay will lead to beheading.
The thunderbolts that gathered without even being able to discern the appearance of the ax seemed to indicate that there would be no hesitation in his slashing.
“You too! Ignore me! “It will be blasphemous!”
I was afraid of death. It was a feeling I had not felt in a very long time.
“Why are you resisting so hard?!”
Virgo stopped his hand slightly in the air and then removed it. The empty space that had been covered with his hand just moments ago. Someone with a blurry outline appeared behind the Watcher.
He was himself. A girl with an artificial glow that makes you feel sympathetic. A girl wearing a flowy, gothic-style black dress that I don’t particularly like. It has the power to kill at any time.
“We’re all going to die anyway!”
A devil who actually used his power without hesitation and piled up countless corpses. Her black wings are in full bloom. The black masturbator surrounding her purple pupil distorted.
The size of the light compressed from her was enough to blind even her own eyes.
Even though it was ugly, it was beautiful.
A ray of light was shot that could easily melt a person’s head.
“The world will be destroyed anyway! “Everyone will die and become useless!”
This was the last scene I saw as a human being, the scene I saw while in contact with a machine. A landscape of destruction. A terrible sight where humanity is fading away and monsters are ravaging every city.
The beauty of the four seasons, the brightness of the morning, the loneliness of the night, and the charm each person harbors have all disappeared, and the world is simply painted in gloomy purple.
Virgo went crazy when he saw that. She couldn’t help but go crazy. She realized that everything she had worked hard for was meaningless and that everything she loved was gone.
That’s why Virgo forgot everything about her. It was some kind of defense mechanism for her. The hurt that her own love would inflict on her was resolved by erasing her love from her memory.
The beam went straight for the Watcher’s heart. If the Watcher gave up even now, she had the intention of stopping that beam of light.
“So, stop now….”
He cut off the beam of light coming from behind without even looking back.
There is only one step left.
“You.”
Watcher, Han Jae-joong, who was hidden in that thunderbolt, asked her.
“Have you ever seen stars?”
“…I told you that a long time ago.”
Virgo held in her hands the mechanical device she had promised to give to her Watcher.
“I already forgot! Stop! Otherwise, I will destroy this machine….”
“I see.”
He came in front of her without stopping at all.
“Then, let me remind you of it again.”
Kwasik!
The ax filled with lightning drew a line.
Just one movement.
The purple that dominated the girl was overlaid with white.
