Chapter 56: New Appointment! Space Station

【Magical Girl Little Circle World·Street】

Black Tower, who was holding Kuibi and trying to forcefully analyze its "wish mechanism" principle, suddenly felt an inexplicable chill, causing her to shiver instinctively.

(…What's going on? Could someone be scheming against me?)

She furrowed her brows suspiciously, then refocused her attention on the white creature in her hand that kept trying to disrupt her research by saying "Let's sign a contract to become a Magical Girl."

Meanwhile, Kuibi was internally collapsing.

It felt its ears were about to be ripped off by this absurdly strong, completely unlistening "girl," and worse, its proud assessment system was nearly failing in front of her.

(This individual… is absolutely abnormal! Must terminate contact immediately!)

【Star Dome Train - Secret Cabin】

Black Curtain Lady stood before an elaborately decorated floor mirror, carefully studying the reflection.

The system doll stood quietly beside her, data streams smoothly passing through its violet‑red inverted‑cross eyes, recording the master's rare grooming.

The person in the mirror had completely changed appearance.

The signature gray‑white long hair vanished, replaced by waist‑length flax‑colored hair cascading like a waterfall, its strands smooth and glossy.

On her head sat a more playful and mysterious Purple Witch Hat, with two delicate purple flowers, seemingly never wilting, attached to the brim.

Her eyes, originally a dull purple‑black lacking highlights, were now clear bright purple, like fine amethyst, sparkling within.

The outfit's main hue remained purple‑black, but the details leaned toward a more Black Tower style—an off‑shoulder cut that traced elegant clavicle lines, a sharper skirt cut, paired with sheer black stockings and knee‑high purple boots, the overall aura adding a touch of genius flamboyance and fashion within the mystery.

The finishing touch was a small, exquisite key pendant hanging at her neck, swaying gently with her movements.

She faced the mirror, tilted her head slightly, then spun, the skirt tracing a graceful arc.

"System, how is it?" Heimu opened, her voice no longer the previously ethereal, echoing indifference, but crisp and pleasant, with a slightly rising intonation, full of confidence.

The system doll immediately responded with its flat electronic tone, in a near‑aria rhythm: "Black Curtain Lady is unparalleled, Black Curtain Lady is supremely intelligent, Black Curtain Lady is a beauty that makes fish sink and geese alight…"

Heimu's mouth twitched imperceptibly, evidently speechless at such flamboyant praise.

But she did not intervene, instead casting her gaze again at her reflection.

She faced the mirror, lightly cleared her throat, as if adjusting the final intonation.

Then, she slightly lifted her chin, her eyes showing a casually superior look, speaking in a clear, confident, even slightly entitled proud tone:

"Human, female, young, beautiful, cute," she paused, her fingertip lightly tapping her lower lip, the corner of her mouth curving perfectly, "Genius Club seat 83, Black Tower."

Whether in expression, tone, or that slightly rising tail, she was a living replica of that genius, even more vivid, even more… Black Tower.

The system doll beside seemed to have its program re‑triggered by this perfect imitation, about to open its mouth to continue its "praise mode":

"Black Curtain Lady…"

Heimu instantly turned her head, her purple eyes flashing a glance, the look clearly meaning "You may Shut Up (Cocktail Technique) now."

The system doll's words abruptly halted, as if an electronic duck's throat had been squeezed.

Then, with Heimu's tacit consent, the system doll's petite body also began to change.

Her dark‑toned Lolita Dress gradually deformed, a signature black beret appeared on her head, flax‑colored long hair replaced the previous deep purple, the purple markings on her cheeks quietly faded, revealing a delicate face seven‑tenths similar to the Black Tower yet more youthful, and her purple eyes' inverted‑cross pattern turned into ordinary pupils.

In the blink of an eye, a "miniature" Black Tower appeared in the carriage.

She tilted her head, using a tone slightly more childish than the original electronic voice, yet still emotionless, repeating the praise:

"Black Tower Lady, unparalleled, Black Tower Lady supremely intelligent, Black Tower Lady a beauty that makes fish sink and geese alight…"

Heimu watched the system, which had instantly transformed and persisted in completing the "praise Task," her mouth twitching uncontrollably again.

She raised a hand to her forehead, then simply waved off with a carefree gesture, exuding a resigned "Fine, whatever you say" vibe.

"Alright, alright,"

She interrupted the system's potentially endless praise loop, redirecting her gaze outward, as if seeing through the void to the massive structure floating amid the starry sky—the Black Tower Space Station.

In her purple eyes flickered an eager, mischievous spark, a excitement like a pigeon usurping a magpie's nest, akin to a child finally given a chance to cause trouble, yet perfectly encased within a genius's arrogant shell.

"Let's go," she commanded succinctly, her voice full of Black Tower flair.

"Destination?" the system asked.

"Black Tower Space Station."

The crisp voice carried undeniable resolve, like a true queen preparing to survey her realm.

It was time to stroll through the backyard garden of that "official" genius who was away.

Surely, there would be many interesting "toys" and "data" awaiting her, the "unparalleled" "Black Tower Lady", to "grace" them.

【Beloberg·Goethe Inn·Late Night】

Xing Xin left San Yue Qi's room contentedly; the vigorous pillow fight earlier had drained much of her energy and also took away some of the day's fatigue.

She yawned, strolling leisurely back to her own room.

The room was dimly lit, only a faint cold glow reflected from the eternal ice plain of Beloberg outside the window.

Her gaze unintentionally swept over the nightstand, where the uniquely styled Heimu doll sat quietly, seemingly exuding a faint mysterious aura in the gloom.

(Come to think of it, Black Tower Lady seems quite angry about this doll?)

Xing casually picked up the doll to play with it; its texture was soft, craftsmanship exquisite, and aside from a slightly dark style, it was indeed quite attractive.

She placed the doll back, about to flop onto her soft big bed—

"Dong, dong, dong."

A gentle knocking sounded.

Xing's movement paused, a hint of confusion.

(So late, who is it? Dan Heng or San Yue Qi dropped something?)

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, trudged slowly to the door, murmuring vaguely, "Coming, coming…"

"Ka da." Lock clicked open.

Xing opened the door, peering outward under the hallway wall lamp's dim yellow light—

Then, she was stunned.

Standing outside the door was a person who looked exactly like her.

The same shoulder‑length gray hair, the same golden eyes, the same slightly dazed expression as if just woken up (?), even the style of clothing was almost identical!

Xing's mind didn't process for a moment, and she blurted out instinctively, "Who put the mirror at my door?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized something was wrong.

How could the image in the mirror still be breathing?

However, just as her brain finished processing this bizarre information, at the instant her pupils began to contract—

The "Xing" outside the door moved.

She lifted her hand expressionlessly, and at some point a familiar bat had appeared in her hand, moving as fast as lightning, without the slightest hesitation, aiming at the forehead of the genuine Xing at the door, with precision and steadiness—