Superman Termination Manual-Chapter 592 - 282 Christmas Eve Sled Xiaohongmaos

Chapter 592: Chapter 282: Christmas Eve, Sled, Xiaohongmao’s Origin Card_2 Chapter 592: Chapter 282: Christmas Eve, Sled, Xiaohongmao’s Origin Card_2 She turned her head towards Kobe, asking in a disheartened tone: “Where are Red Hat and Senior Hui Jin?”

“Out.”

“Going on dates every Sunday, how sweet.”

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At the same time, in the teaching building of Yandai Elementary School.

A gothic-dressed girl wandered the hallway, glancing sideways at the Ferris wheel outside the window. Just past noontime, a warm breeze carrying golden leaves fluttered through Huanjing, lifting the tips of her hair and the gray ribbons on her head fluttered in response.

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More than one set of footsteps echoed in the corridor. Turning back, she saw another girl dressed in a Christmas costume trailing behind her, her complexion pale and her expression indifferent, like a thin sheet of snow that might vanish into the city in the blink of an eye.

Leading the way, Ash pondered, then asked without turning back.

“Do you really want to try?”

“Yeah, I’m really interested in creating original cards.” Red Hat nodded, following behind with an expressionless face, “Doesn’t Senior think I’ve improved fast… I think it’s time I tried.”

Magical Girl Ash hugged her shoulders, her fingers tapping lightly on her arm.

She spoke slowly: “Though you’ve improved quickly, you’re still not at the level to create original cards… I’ve never seen anyone who just became a magical girl for one or two months manage to create their own card, not even a genius could describe such people.”

“At least I want to try.” Red Hat said.

The gothic girl frowned slightly: “Let’s get this straight, historically less than a hundred magical girls have been capable of creating their own cards. If you fail later, don’t bow your head and whimper stuff like ‘We girls who grew up swallowing garbage really aren’t suited to create our own cards.'”

“I understand, does Senior have her own original card?”

“Of course… That Paralysis Magic Missile is my own creation, I’ve used it in front of you before.”

“When fighting the zombies?”

“Those were people infested by parasites, calling them zombies is a bit harsh.”

“It was Senior who first called them zombies,” Red Hat muttered.

“Really? Doesn’t matter… I feel like they’re still not as much of a zombie as my elder brother.”

“Senior mentioned before that Master Xizi Yue has more than one original card, but Senior only has one?”

“I’m not very interested, so I just made one.” Magical Girl Ash paused, then continued, “Has anyone from the Alliance told you about the concept of ‘origin card’?”

“Origin card?”

“Origin cards are also original cards, but each magical girl can only have one origin card. This card symbolizes the innermost being of the magical girl; what kind of person you are will determine the type of origin card you can create… That’s how my mentor explained it to me.” Ash said.

“What’s the difference between an origin card and other original cards?”

“Regular original cards can’t evolve. They stay at the level they were created at forever, but origin cards are different—they can upgrade as the magical girl grows stronger and her understanding of magic deepens… For instance, my grand mentor’s origin card ‘Time-Space Train’ was initially a C-grade card that could only operate within a small city, but it gradually evolved to function nationwide, and later to a global range.”

The gothic girl paused, then hummed, “Sounds impressive, right? That’s the power of my grand mentor, a once-in-two-thousand-years magical girl.”

“It can evolve, sounds amazing.” Red Hat rested her chin on her hand, thought for a moment and then asked, “Senior, do I have a chance to create my own origin card?”

“No.”

“Senior is bullying me… indeed, we girls who grew up swallowing garbage are not meant to have origin cards like those who grew up with a silver spoon.”

“Look, there you go again… nevermind, when I say you have no chance, it’s because even I haven’t created my own origin card.” Ash added after a pause, “But ultimately, it’s just because I’m not interested in magic cards. My Cinderella is enough for me; cards would only affect my performance in the heat of the moment, so low.”

“Senior just wants to be different from other magical girls.”

“Am I that childish?” the gothic girl glared, casting a chilling gaze.

“I’m sorry.”

During their conversation, the two stepped into the empty classroom.

Magical Girl Ash summoned a magic book, her eyes drooping as she slowly flipped through it, then took out a blank card mold used for card-making, and a magical card named “Extreme Dream,” which had a vague, muddled color pattern on the front, resembling an ocean constructed from vibrant oil paints.

She looked up at Red Hat, saying, “You take the card mold first, take out your Comet Fragment, just like I taught you before.”

“Okay.”

Red Hat took the blank card model from her hand, recalling the card-making process while extracting a Comet Fragment shrouded in a dim halo from her chest.

In that moment, Magical Girl Ash crushed the magical card “Extreme Dream,” gently raised her fingertip, lifted the brim of Red Hat’s hood, and tapped her smooth forehead.

She said, “Close your eyes, this card will guide you into the depths of your own heart.”

Hearing this, Red Hat closed her eyes, and a bizarre array of dream-like images flashed through her mind.