Approximately a century ago, humanity was forced to confront an unforeseen catastrophe, utterly unprepared for its sudden emergence.
These entities, which tore through the very earth as they emerged, were dubbed ‘Titans’ for their striking resemblance to the monstrous beings of Greek and Roman myth.
Remarkably, this nomenclature proved exceedingly apt, for within mere years of their initial appearance, the Titans had utterly decimated a quarter of Earth’s civilizations.
Possessing formidable physiques and immense power, their thick hides proved impervious even to the most advanced weaponry humanity could devise.
‘To have become that terrifying monster… Has such a thing ever occurred?’
The notion of a human transforming into a Titan was entirely unprecedented in my knowledge, and, quite predictably, undergoing such a metamorphosis was an experience wholly new to me.
‘This is unmistakably a Titan… Prime fodder for slaughter should a Magical Girl lay eyes upon it.’
My entire body was now encased in a black outer shell, appearing as if it had been forged from solidified volcanic rock.
Its rough, thick texture, reminiscent of a snapping turtle’s carapace, possessed such formidable resilience that it seemed capable of effortlessly shrugging off most impacts.
More than just sheer hardness, I could discern an elasticity akin to hardened leather.
From this menacing defensive bulwark, sharp, obsidian spines protruded.
Like extra spikes affixed to a suit of armor, they exuded a chilling presence, poised to shred anything foolish enough to draw near.
This outer shell was, in essence, a primeval armor, honed to its absolute peak for the sole purpose of survival.
“Ah, that hurts. My teeth are loose… and my jaw feels broken.”
Upon observing this monstrous form, Blackberry showed no trace of surprise.
Instead, she clicked her tongue and remarked,
“I didn’t know Titans could be this small. Do they reproduce?”
“…”
“Seems like it can’t speak.”
Despite the blow undoubtedly landing flush on her face, Blackberry appeared to have sustained no significant damage.
‘What kind of body is this, truly? So resilient, yet possessing such powers?’
This defies all reason. Shouldn’t there at least be some blood?
“Your strength and speed seem useful, but is that all? I’m a little surprised. To think you could break my bones.”
In hindsight, it was only natural.
Blackberry, a Magical Girl, had painstakingly amassed a formidable wealth of experience and power through relentless real-world combat.
In stark contrast, I was a novice who had just thrown his very first punch, utterly devoid of any prior combat experience.
“Did I look easier to deal with than the kid over there? It would have been better if you knew your place. Then you wouldn’t have died.”
Shiiish-shiiish-shiiish—!
A chillingly sharp sound, akin to thin silk being rent, sliced through the very air.
Concurrently, the air immediately surrounding me began to shimmer with an indistinct blur.
What had initially appeared as transparent heat haze swiftly coalesced into innumerable blades imbued with lethal intent, raining down without cease.
The sheer pressure felt as though thousands of glass shards were surging forward in a single, overwhelming wave!
My sturdy carapace shrieked, *Clang! Clang-bang!* yet, mercifully, it remained unpierced.
“…What? Why is it so hard?”
Nevertheless, under the ceaseless onslaught hammering every inch of my body, faint sparks seemed to erupt from the surface of my outer shell.
Confronted by this furious assault, whose origin was impossible to ascertain, I could do nothing but endure the relentless barrage, utterly defenseless.
‘I’d thrown a punch because something felt inherently dangerous, but…’
The courageous attack itself was fine, but that was where my advantage ceased.
The sheer volume of incoming attacks made any further advance impossible.
“This one’s more dangerous than I thought.”
While no truly damaging blows had landed thus far, remaining in this position would inevitably lead to…
‘I might truly die. Though perhaps not immediately, I certainly can’t sustain this predicament forever.’
It seemed highly unlikely that the other Magical Girls would come to my aid; after all, I was a Titan who had appeared without warning. Indeed, they were already making preparations to retreat.
‘If only I could find a small opening.’
Though I was unaware of my maximum speed, at this close range, I felt confident that a single well-placed blow could incapacitate Blackberry.
However, unless that woman was a complete fool, she wouldn’t cease her assault…
[Blackberry’s Magical Girl Gallery Usage History]
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…I found it. Something that could lure her into a moment of complacency.
“Right, then—”
“I was beautiful today, as always. For I was the academy’s most celebrated queenka (TL Note: A Korean slang term, ‘kwin-ka,’ referring to the most popular or attractive girl in a school or group).”
“You… you can talk…?”
“That’s why fan letters piled up like mountains for me.”
Had she truly not caught on yet? Blackberry’s expression clearly showed her astonishment at my ability to speak.
“Hah, I’ve truly seen everything now. Do Titans these days perhaps enroll in oratorical academies?”
Blackberry appeared to find me intriguing, though her interest seemed to lie not in my existence itself, but rather in my unexpected ability to speak.
“If I were a Magical Girl, I’d certainly try to capture you somehow, rather than just kill you. Unlucky for you, wouldn’t you say?”
“It was then that a second-year senior approached me.”
“Wait a minute.”
That was it. She had taken the bait! Blackberry’s expression contorted subtly.
“That sounds awfully familiar.”
“The second-year senior was the handsomest kingka (TL Note: A Korean slang term, ‘king-ka,’ referring to the most popular or attractive boy in a school or group) in school. The senior said, ‘You shall be my kitten.’ I was dumbfounded.”
“You… wait a second.”
The lines I was desperately reciting were, in fact, excerpts from a novel Blackberry had penned a decade prior, published in the Magical Girl Gallery.
Perhaps due to the users’ lack of sentimentality, this grand epic, spanning a staggering eighty thousand characters, had reportedly garnered scant attention.
And, if memory served, the only two comments it had ever received were nothing but malicious insults.
For reasons unknown, I possessed the ability to read the contents of this particular novel.
“I definitely deleted it, didn’t I…? No, more importantly, how do you know I wrote it!”
In this light, Blackberry appeared remarkably like any ordinary person.
To witness her embarrassment over a romance novel penned during her middle school years was quite something.
However, complacency was a luxury I couldn’t afford. That woman was a formidable combatant who had brutally torn 31 individuals apart. It was imperative to press my advantage now.
“The senior said, ‘You resemble a kitten. So adorable, I just want to stroke you… Will you grant me the right to feed you milk?’ I nodded slightly.”
“Hey!!!! Answer me!! How do you know that!”
“The senior was—”
In that precise instant, Blackberry’s barrage of attacks halted, albeit for the briefest of moments.
Seizing this fleeting window of opportunity, I plunged my fist forward, a piercing thrust.
It was a Superman punch, unleashed without any semblance of proper form. Predictably, the blow failed to penetrate, yet Blackberry’s body began to reel.
‘If I stop here, I’ll definitely die.’
I had to continue striking the woman before me until she drew her last breath.
While I possessed no skill in throwing a punch, my strength had undeniably surged, now potent enough to exert immense pressure even on a woman whose defenses I couldn’t breach.
Each successive punch hammered against Blackberry, the resounding impacts reverberating through the air.
The sensation of striking another was inherently unpleasant. Yet, the chilling realization that halting my assault would only invite a renewed, hellish barrage swiftly quelled any such reservations.
“Hoo… hoo…”
KWAANG—! A sickening CRUNCH.
A distinct sound of something shattering reached my ears. Only then did I cease my barrage of punches, gasping for breath as I cautiously retreated.
Was she dead? What if she were to rise again and renew her assault?
Glancing around, I noticed that the surroundings had, at some point, grown strangely dim.
I had relentlessly pounded Blackberry’s body, which was already embedded in the ground, until she had completely sunken beneath the earth.
‘If she manages to withstand even this much, then truly…’
What incredible strength would be required to gouge a hole several meters deep with nothing but bare fists?
Despite enduring such a brutal beating, Blackberry remained stubbornly conscious.
“Something’s broken, then.”
She merely, and quite calmly, assessed her injuries.
Could she possibly continue fighting? I fervently hoped she couldn’t.
“You’ve lost.”
“Now you’re even using polite language? Anyway, how did you find that out…? I even blew up the server data.”
It must have been profoundly humiliating for her.
Indeed, it’s plausible that anyone would go to such lengths if a romance novel they’d written at the tender age of fifteen were suddenly unearthed.
“I can’t tell you that—”
“Shut up and tell me! As it stands, I have no choice but to tear you to shreds with all my might.”
“With that body?”
“You know I can manipulate air currents to gather rain clouds, right? If you don’t want this whole city to be submerged, shut up and spill it.”
From her perspective, she likely believed that if only I perished, her humiliating past would vanish into oblivion forever.
Yet, I couldn’t possibly reveal this truth… How could I even begin to explain that I had simply found it in the Magical Girl Gallery? She would never believe me.
“…Ah, I get it now. You were created at the Witch’s Assembly, weren’t you? All that talk about Titans, and they actually made one.”
A Witch’s Assembly? What on earth was that?
“Ha! Are you humiliating me like this just because I opposed that ridiculous plan? Listen well! I’d rather have my neck ripped off than work with you lot.”
“Witches…?”
“Anyway, you’ve really gone too far, haven’t you? To think you’d use a Titan as experimental material, despite being a former Magical Girl.”
A *former* Magical Girl! That phrase alone conjured images of yet another enemy of humanity.
‘Could fallen Magical Girls have formed their own collective? This, too, was entirely new information.’
Even for someone as close to a civilian as myself, I couldn’t possibly be unaware of such critical information.
The Association must undoubtedly be concealing something; that much was clear.
“Alright! Go ahead. But the moment you spread that novel… I’ll tear you to shreds no matter what it takes.”
Even without her explicit warning, I had no intention of divulging this secret anywhere.
Revealing someone else’s embarrassing past felt rather improper, and, more critically, Blackberry’s promise to personally tear me apart did not sound like an idle threat.
“…If my arm were fine, I wouldn’t be saying such things.”
“Why aren’t you fighting anymore? If you truly want to, you could attack with all your might.”
“Are you asking because you don’t know? I can’t go to the hospital.”
Fallen Magical Girls like Blackberry cannot utilize public facilities.
That would be because she’s a wanted criminal. If she were to suffer further injuries, her ability to act at all would be severely hampered.
“Wait a minute! Just one question.”
“Yes?”
“What’s your name?”
Naturally, there was no need to state my real name. So, I hastily concocted an alias.
“J-Jet. My name is Jet.”
“Jet… Alright, I’ll remember that. The next time we meet, I’ll be sure to tear you apart.”
I certainly didn’t want to meet her again. Giving a rough shake of my head, I departed.
[You poked the opponent’s embarrassing past and punched them in the face! 100 BP added!]
…Leaving that incredible message behind.
