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Chapter 4 : Coincidence, Yet Inevitable
Magical Girl Happy Life was a lethal toxin for pure-hearted children who dreamed of becoming magical girls. At the same time, it was also widely praised for its unique storytelling that twisted familiar clichés.
After the series ended, it was even adapted into a game. And the final boss that appeared there had specs like this.
Pandora Requiem.
▶ Basic Information
Rank: Earth-Heaven–class
Type: Mental
Threat Level: —
Stats
HP: 84/100
Mental Power: 67/100
Attack Power: ∞
Defense: 48/100
Agility: 58/100
Special Ability: 99/100
Е̌n̆ ùm̂.а . і̄d
▶ Unique Abilities
[Final Requiem] – S+ Rank
– Materializes the target’s trauma and fear
– Mental corruption increased by 600%
– Duration: Unlimited
– Cooldown: 24 hours
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[Despair Absorption] – S Rank
– Absorbs victims’ despair to strengthen HP and stats
– Absorption efficiency: 145%
– Max stacks: 7
[Chorus of the Dead] – A+ Rank
– Controls the souls of deceased victims
– Mental damage increased by 300%
– Duration: 30 minutes
– Cooldown: 1 hour
Resistances / Immunities
Physical Attacks: 35% resistance
Magic Attacks: 75% resistance
Mental Attacks: Complete immunity
Special Notes
– Grows stronger as the number of victims increases
– Stats increase by 30% in places filled with despair
– Regeneration doubles under a full moon
We_ḃn̄ о̇v e l Е́nú m̈ ӑ
Magical girls are destined to carry trauma.
Making a contract with Moongmoong and becoming a magical girl means you had a wish you were desperate enough to stake your life on. In that sense, Pandora Requiem is the absolute worst possible matchup for a magical girl.
No matter how powerful they are, at their core they’re still immature girls who haven’t even become adults yet. When their trauma is directly attacked, most of them can’t endure it.
And as if that weren’t enough, this lunatic of a monster gets stronger the more people it kills.
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And I’m supposed to hunt something even worse than this crazy bastard.
The condition Moongmoong gave me to break the magical girl contract was simple.
Е ǹ uḿ ã .і d
Hunt a Heaven-Slayer–class monster—something even higher-ranked than Earth-Heaven–class.
Judging by the difficulty alone, Moongmoong was right. Quietly collecting Starlight would be much safer.
The problem was that doing so led to the worst possible bad ending—where the protagonist personally kills every magical girl.
“…It’s cold.”
A sudden gust of wind made me pull my collar tight.
It was late spring in April. The days were warm enough, but once the sun went down, the temperature dropped fast.
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I glanced at the giant clock in the park. The hour hand had already passed ten.
People who’d come out to exercise were starting to head home one by one, preparing for tomorrow.
Even after meeting Moongmoong and getting the information I needed, there was a clear reason I was still wandering outside.
I had no idea where my house was.
No cheats. No memories.
I’d hoped that if I walked around long enough, something might come back to me—but nothing did.
Еn um̂ а̃
Looks like I had no choice but to use the last resort.
I reached into my pocket for my phone—
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…Huh?
A phone?
“Ah.”
That was when it hit me.
Е̃ň ŭ ma
The moment Moongmoong trapped me inside the Otherworld Barrier flashed through my mind. I’d been scrambling, desperately trying to escape the creeping shadows closing in on me.
I’d planned to contact someone the original owner of this body knew—my final option.
But instead, I’d been left standing there in shock, painfully aware of how empty my pockets were.
What the hell do I do now?
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In 21st-century South Korea, losing your phone isn’t just losing a way to call people.
It means losing your credit cards, payment apps—everything.
Eṅù ṁа̌
In other words, I’d instantly become a penniless bum in the middle of Seoul.
Damn modern science. How does losing one phone ruin your life this completely?
“Moongmoong, you bastard…”
I spat out the curse, but nothing changed.
Rather than standing around like this, it’d be better to hurry back to where I’d last seen Unibel.
If I was lucky, maybe the phone would still be there.
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Just as I turned around, I noticed someone running toward me from the distance.
…Out for a jog?
But her outfit was way too light for that.
Like I said, April nights are chilly.
Maybe she just didn’t get cold easily—but something about the desperation on her face bothered me.
Then our eyes met.
Ё n̈ù m а
I was about to ignore her, thinking there was no way I knew her—
“Why are you still out this late instead of coming home?”
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She spoke first.
***
“I seriously can’t believe you. If you lost your phone, you should’ve come home first and told me. What were you thinking, wandering around looking for it? Do you know how worried I was?”
The girl sitting across from me at the table complained nonstop.
Е̃n ũ m̆ а .íd
Her name was Lee Hye-jin.
She was Lee Woo-jin’s younger sister—the original owner of this body—and it seemed the two of them lived alone together.
I wanted to ask what had happened to their parents, but bringing that up now would’ve been way too unnatural.
“I really can’t live because of you, oppa.”
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With her hands on her hips, Hye-jin finished her rant and carried food out from the kitchen.
The menu was doenjang stew and a few side dishes taken from the fridge. A completely ordinary home-cooked meal.
Е̂.num_а̃
“…This is good.”
“What’s gotten into you? You’re praising me without a fight? Are you sick or something?”
Honestly, I was surprised.
Since it was such a basic meal, I’d assumed she’d just reheated leftovers.
But after actually tasting it, I realized—
Every dish was perfect.
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The doenjang stew had a rich, savory aroma, and even the ingredients inside—things that could easily turn mushy if overcooked—still had their proper texture.
And more than anything, what impressed me were the side dishes.
I picked up a bite of stir-fried dried squid. It was slightly sticky with rice syrup, but it separated easily. Considering how rice syrup hardens over time, this had clearly been made recently.
The same went for the other side dishes. Food stored too long in the fridge inevitably dries out and loses flavor—but these hadn’t.
They were all still moist.
Which meant the food Hye-jin had casually brought out had actually been cooked shortly before I came home.
Е̂ňu ṁа. і̇ d̃
It wasn’t hard to imagine.
The girl waiting anxiously at home, cooking while hoping her brother would come back soon.
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She’d probably been waiting to hear him say it was good. Instead, he didn’t come home until late at night, and the food she’d worked so hard on had gone cold and ended up in the fridge.
She must’ve been upset.
Most people would’ve sulked and locked themselves in their room.
But she’d only complained a little.
Ĕ ń u m̀ а . і́d̊
She even looked relieved—there was a small smile on her lips.
She really is mature, I thought.
And at the same time, guilt crept in.
Because the person she cared about so much… wasn’t really her brother.
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“Thanks. For always making such good food.”
“W-What are you saying? Don’t touch me, it’s gross.”
Е̃ ń u m ä
Well, her attitude wasn’t exactly honest.
After dinner, Hye-jin and I sat on the living room sofa and watched TV.
Seeing how she’d wordlessly left space between us when we first sat down, this was probably their usual routine.
When I habitually switched the channel to the news, Hye-jin reacted like she’d seen something disgusting, but soon lost interest and started fiddling with her phone. Still, she didn’t leave.
Maybe the fact that her brother had disappeared without a word was still bothering her.
“Oppa.”
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“Yeah?”
“I think someone picked up your phone. They said if we tell them where we live, they’ll bring it back.”
She showed me the screen. Just like she said, there was a message. Looks like they’d contacted her after seeing the name saved in the phone.
Someone willing to personally return a lost phone in this day and age—what a good person.
I borrowed Hye-jin’s phone and replied.
There was no way I could shamelessly ask them to bring it to me, so I said I’d go pick it up myself.
Е nú m̆ а́
That was when an unexpected word popped up.
Hwaryeon Middle School?
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That’s the school I work at.
***
“What’s this?”
After showering in the first-floor bathroom, Ga-yeon came out and noticed something unfamiliar in her room.
E nū m̂а. і̄ d̈
A black smartphone, covered in scratches.
It didn’t belong to her—or her parents.
Her gaze instinctively shifted to the culprit.
If neither she nor her parents brought it in, there was only one suspect.
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—I picked it up because it was on the ground. Humans said it’s an important item, right?
Inside a small basket lined with a soft cushion under the bed, Moongmoong lay there using its chubby tail as a pillow.
Е̄n u m̄ а ._ì d
Hearing that, Ga-yeon felt her head go blank.
“You can’t just pick things up without saying anything.”
If you find lost property, the best thing is to take it to the police. If that’s not possible, leaving it where it was is safer.
Otherwise, if the owner accuses you of stealing, things get messy.
There were plenty of stories online about people getting cursed out for trying to do a good deed.
“What do I do…”
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Holding the phone, Ga-yeon fell into thought.
It was too late to go out to the police station.
And if her parents saw, they’d definitely tell her not to go out—it was dangerous.
Putting it back where she found it was out for the same reason.
That left only one option.
“Good thing there’s no lock pattern.”
Ê n̈ü m̀ а . їḋ
She checked the contacts first.
The phone’s owner didn’t seem to have many close connections—there were only about three contacts saved. Among them, she carefully sent a message to one labeled “Younger Sister,” clearly a family member.
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The reply came quickly.
They said they’d come pick it up themselves.
Giving her home address to a complete stranger felt risky.
After some thought, Ga-yeon gave the name of the school she attended.
Еǹ ũ m а́ .id̂
A school had teachers, security guards—help would be nearby if anything happened.
Thankfully, the other party agreed right away.
They said they’d wait at the school gate after classes tomorrow.
“Phew…”
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Only then did she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
She wasn’t particularly shy, but talking to a faceless stranger like this was still nerve-wracking.
W̆ ӗb̊ ň ov́ е̂ l Е n̆û ṁ а̇
Ga-yeon shot Moongmoong—who was lazily yawning and wagging its tail—a sharp glare, then flopped onto her bed.
As she tried to sleep like usual, a question suddenly crossed her mind.
What kind of person are they?
No lock screen. Only three contacts.
It suggested someone who didn’t interact much with others—or just didn’t care about that sort of thing.
Still, the fact that they insisted on coming to pick it up instead of having it delivered made them seem like a decent person.
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Once curiosity took hold, it kept growing.
It felt like accidentally finding someone else’s diary. You know you shouldn’t look—but you can’t stop thinking about it.
“J-Just a little bit should be okay, right?”
Ga-yeon made her choice.
How often do you get the chance to legally read someone else’s diary without being caught?
Even so, she still had a shred of conscience.
Ӗṅǔm̊ а̇
No photos or videos.
No private messages like KakaoTalk.
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Only things that weren’t deeply personal.
For example… browser history. Bookmarked sites.
“What if there’s something dirty?”
The naughty thought made her glance around even though no one was watching.
E ñümа̇ ..í d
She reached out and tapped the screen.
“Urban legends… strange phenomena… magic…?”
Not what she’d expected at all.
“Magical girls… and Unibel…”
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The smartphone slipped from Ga-yeon’s hand and hit the floor.
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