My Magical Girl Syst Chapter 69: The Offering Ceremony

Chapter 69: The Offering Ceremony

Andrey glanced at the system’s ergency warning and let out a short, dry laugh. "You’re telling

this now? A little late, don’t you think?"

He didn’t have ti to complain further. A dark projectile scread toward his face.

His katana flashed, deflecting the blast but the force behind it was overwhelming. The impact sent him skidding backward across the polished floor, his boots leaving scorched trails on the marble.

Gea didn’t give him a mont to recover. She closed the distance in a heartbeat, her claws raking toward his throat. "Don’t die too quickly, little mouse. We’re just getting started."

Andrey’s katana was still recovering from the block. He couldn’t bring it up in ti.

So he didn’t try.

His hand swept to his belt, and in a flash, the katana vanished into his inventory ring. A collapsible staff replaced it, extending with a sharp crack. He caught Gea’s claw on the reinforced tal, sparks flying as dark energy clashed with Ki-infused alloy.

Gea’s crimson eyes flickered with amusent. "A little stick won’t save you."

She opened her mouth.

Purple light flickered deep within Gea’s mouth, gathering between her sharp teeth like a second sun. Her throat pulsed with each swell of energy, and the air around her grew heavy, thick with the sll of ozone and burning stone.

He couldn’t dodge. The beam erupted from her lips, slamming into his chest before he could even raise the staff. The impact hurled him across the chamber. He hit the far wall with a sickening crunch, cracks spiderwebbing outward from his body.

Damage Absorb flared bright red, drinking as much of the energy as it could, but the pain was still white-hot. His ribs scread. His vision swam.

Andrey pushed himself up, coughing. Blood dripped from his lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, forcing his breathing to steady.

Gea walked toward him slowly, her heels clicking on the stone, her tail swaying lazily. "A woman shouldn’t be shooting lasers from her mouth, you know," Andrey muttered, his voice hoarse.

Gea stopped, tilting her head. A slow smile spread across her lips. "Are you trying to lecture ? How sweet."

Andrey’s hand slipped into his inventory ring. His fingers closed around two small, cold objects. "No," he said, eting her crimson gaze. "I’m just buying a little ti."

He crushed them both in his fist.

The fragnts exploded into golden, brilliant light, flooding the dark observatory with warmth.

System: Magical Girl Summoning items activated! Choose your summons.

Andrey didn’t hesitate. "Sarah Chen. Lisa Sadine. I choose them."

The light intensified. White-hot, blinding.

Gea’s eyes widened. "What are you doing?!" She raised her hand, dark energy gathering to strike him down—

But the light was faster.

Two figures materialized between them, wreathed in pink and mint-green radiance. Sarah’s transformation flared first, her frilly dress manifesting mid-spin, her wand already raised. Lisa appeared a heartbeat later, twintails snapping in the summoned wind, her barrier snapping into place just as Gea’s dark blast struck.

The barrier held—barely. Cracks spread across its surface, but Lisa poured more mana into it, her teeth gritted.

Sarah didn’t waste a second. "Love’s Apocalypse—right in her face!"

The column of pink energy slamd into Gea, driving her back. The demoness hissed, dark energy flaring to shield herself, but the impact pushed her across the chamber.

Lisa dropped to her knees beside Andrey, her hands already glowing. "Refreshing Breeze! Andrey, hold still!"

Healing energy washed over him. The cracked ribs knit. The cuts on his face sealed. His breathing steadied.

"Thanks," he said, pushing himself upright. "You ca."

"Of course we ca," Sarah snapped, not taking her eyes off Gea. "You are the one who summoned us."

Gea stepped out of the dissipating pink light, her dress singed but her smile intact. "Huhu... summoning your little friends? How cute." Her crimson eyes glead. "But you’re still trapped in here with ."

Andrey stood, katana back in his hand, staff in the other. "We’re not trapped in here with you," he said quietly. "You’re trapped in here with us."

Gea’s smile faltered.

For just a mont.

Then she laughed—a genuine, delighted sound. "Oh, I like you, little mouse. Kill you last, maybe."

Sarah’s wand blazed pink, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Sorry, but that’s not going to happen. I’ll be the one to kill you first."

Then Gea chuckled softly, a sinister "Huhu" escaping her lips. "Killing you first seems more interesting," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with dark amusent. Without another word, she thrust her hand forward, and swirling black particles erupted from her palm, crackling with an ominous energy. They shot through the air like a storm of miniature voids, each fragnt hungry to consu, as Gea launched her attack without hesitation.

Lisa sidestepped a spray of dark energy, her mint-green barrier flickering from the impact. She turned to Andrey, confusion and worry mixing on her face. "Andrey, are you sure about summoning

here? Wouldn’t Sein have been better? She deals way more damage."

Andrey parried a shadow tendril with his katana, then glanced at Lisa, his expression calm despite the battle raging around them. "Sein has sothing more important to handle right now. Besides, you’re just as useful, Lisa."

Lisa’s cheeks flushed. She bit her lip, a small smile breaking through her tension. "Oh... I see."

Sarah’s head whipped toward them, her eyes blazing. "Hey! Don’t start flirting in the middle of a fight! And Andrey—if you had an item like that, you should have told us from the beginning! I almost had a heart attack when that light swallowed . I thought I was about to explode!"

A dark blast scread toward Sarah’s back.

Lisa’s hand shot up. "Prismatic Wall!" A shimring barrier snapped into place, the attack shattering against it in a shower of sparks.

Gea’s voice echoed across the observatory, dripping with mockery. "You’re having so much fun over there. Don’t leave

out of the conversation."

She pressed her assault, claws and dark energy and shadow tendrils weaving together into a relentless storm of attacks. Lisa’s barriers held, but cracks spiderwebbed across their surfaces with every impact. Sarah’s counterattacks splashed against Gea’s defenses like water against stone.

Sarah dodged a tendril, her breathing ragged. "Andrey, what’s the plan?! I already hit her with my ultimate skill, and she doesn’t even have a scratch! S-rank really is on a whole different level."

Andrey sidestepped, katana flashing to deflect a dark projectile, his voice steady despite the strain. "Relax. We’re just buying ti. I need Sein’s coordination for what cos next."

Lisa’s eyes widened between barrier casts. "The synchronization mode?"

Andrey nodded. "Exactly. We hold her off until Sein is ready."

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anwhile, in the grand hall, chaos still reigned. Heroes fought desperately against the summoned monsters, their powers suppressed by the dark barrier that enveloped the building.

Sein’s gauntlets blazed as she punched through a shadow hound, but her eyes kept darting to the spot where Sarah and Lisa had vanished, swallowed by light.

"Damn it!" she snarled, scanning the crowd. "Where did they go?! Did Andrey teleport them without ?!"

A massive shadow, a four-ard creature with claws like scythes lunged at her from her blind spot.

Sein didn’t see it in ti.

But Simmon did.

His twin swords flashed, intercepting the creature’s strike. The impact sent sparks flying, and Simmon held his ground, his black glasses catching the dim light. His white hair was disheveled, but his voice was calm.

"Easy there. You’ll get yourself killed daydreaming like that."

Sein’s green eyes narrowed. "I don’t need your help. Move."

She shoved past him, her gauntlets flaring. Her fist connected with the four-ard monster’s chest, and crimson flas erupted, sending the creature skidding back across the marble floor. It screeched but didn’t dissolve—rely staggered, its dark hide smoking.

Simmon watched, his expression unreadable. "These monsters... you can fight them. But they’re not easy, are they?"

Sein glanced at her gauntlets, then at the creature. "What’s your point?"

Simmon pushed his glasses up, his sword still raised. "The barrier. It’s not just suppressing our power. It’s equalizing us. Anyone above B-rank gets scaled down to match the level of the monsters. C-rank, A-rank, S-rank—we’re all fighting at roughly the sa strength now."

Sein’s jaw tightened. "What’s the point of that? We can still fight. Equal strength ans we just overwhelm them with numbers."

Simmon shook his head slowly. "As always, you’re too quick to jump to conclusions."

Sein’s eyes flashed. "What did you say?!"

Before she could lunge at him, a figure stepped between them—Allen Franquiz, his navy suit torn at the sleeve, his sword dripping with dark ichor. His breathing was steady, but there was weariness in his eyes.

"Simmon’s right," Allen said, his voice calm but grim. "This barrier isn’t ant to kill us directly. It’s ant to wear us down. Each monster we fight drains our stamina, our mana. We’re not getting any reinforcents, and the barrier shows no sign of weakening. They’re grinding us down."

Jane stood beside him, her erald gown now smudged with soot, her hands still crackling with frost. "And Ernando... he’s not affected. Look."

She pointed toward the far end of the hall.

Ernando Bainz stood in the center of a cluster of heroes—B-ranks, A-ranks, even a few S-ranks who had managed to push through the chaos. He moved like a machine, his fists and sword striking with relentless precision. Each blow sent a hero stumbling back. So fell and didn’t rise.

Hope was there, her crystal sword flashing. She parried one of Ernando’s strikes, but the impact drove her to one knee. Her golden hair was matted with sweat, her silver gown torn and stained. She pushed herself up, lunging again, but Ernando sidestepped and backhanded her across the face. She spun, caught herself, and raised her sword once more but her movents were slower now, her breathing ragged.

Sein watched, her fists clenching.

Allen’s voice was low. "Ernando isn’t being suppressed by the barrier. He’s fighting at full S-rank strength. Against everyone else who’s been scaled down to B or C."

Simmon added, "That’s the real trap. The monsters are just to tire us out. Ernando is the executioner."