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"Foolish child. You think paper and blood can touch a concept? I am not a ghost. I am the idea of fear."

"Worth it," she muttered, but her hands were shaking.

That meant fight. Tails meant paperwork. magical girl chinese

The King of a Hundred Ghosts didn’t look like a monster from a scroll. It looked like a businessman. It wore a gray suit, polished shoes, and a face that was just slightly too symmetrical, like an AI-generated image before the glitches were fixed.

She groaned, slipped out of the classroom while the teacher was erasing the blackboard, and walked toward the pool. By the time she reached the locker room, her school uniform had shifted. The white button-up became a of shimmering jade silk, high-collared and slit to the thigh, but over it, she wore modern combat greaves and armored bracers etched with protective runes. Her ponytail was bound with a red string that glowed faintly, and her eyes turned the color of old bronze. "Foolish child

"Exorcise," she whispered.

"And you," Meihua replied, flipping her coin, "are about to learn why you don't mess with a girl who has a physics test tomorrow." I am the idea of fear

She was okay. She was tired. She was seventeen, and she had saved the world before breakfast.

The problem with being a magical girl in China wasn’t the monsters. It was the paperwork.

The King of a Hundred Ghosts didn't die. You can't kill an idea. But it retreated, screaming, back into the crack on Luofu Mountain, and the seal—reinforced by Meihua’s blood and a very official —held.

"You are the seventh fox," it said. Its voice was the sound of a thousand whispers compressed into one. "The first five died. The sixth lost her joy. You? You haven't even finished high school."