As the Villain, I Have a Persuasion System Chapter 302 : Reaching Consensus

Even among full-elent Magical Girls, differences exist.

Anemone first reached Withering Stage then gradually completed the missing elents from each of the previous four realms, ultimately achieving her current state.

Each step was incredibly arduous. For Withering Stage, a single elent's difference creates complete distinction. For many years, she was the only Magical Girl who gathered all 15 elents—unique.

Hyacinth followed the three-elent advancent path through each realm from the start—difficulty surpassing even that.

Both pursued a royal road, treading unprecedented achievents.

Who is superior?

In their mutual gaze, intimidation has already clashed first. Storms sweep through, thunder illuminates the sea, and waves could overturn buildings. This intimidation seems to treat the ocean as a basin for casual stirring. Energy impacts force Magical Girls with insufficient strength on the scene to retreat.

But this doesn't an the battle between Salvation Church and Obelisk ends. Those engaged in one-on-one matches have no intention of stopping—for no other reason than to test each other's ttle.

"Though I only rember two eras, my intuition has always been accurate: sothing must be different this ti. Is it you?"

"After fighting, we'll naturally know. You think so too, right?"

"I thought you'd be curious about other eras."

"I have zero interest in topics that expose old wounds." Hibiscus's aningful words make Anemone slightly stunned, then she hears: "Regardless of changes that have already occurred, I'm stronger than you and will create more possibilities."

"Big talk!"

As if amused, the gothic dress girl's entire regalia boils with flowing flas, bringing the surrounding environnt under her dominion.

Since arriving at Okinawa Island, she's been puppetizing the surrounding environnt, constructing a ho field. No matter who the opponent is, Anemone is always cautious. This place possesses suppressive power rivaling domain magic, trapping enemies within.

"Let's change venues." Suddenly Hibiscus virtually pats the sea surface direction, forcibly using regional pause to tear open a semicircle lifting both of them.

In one breath ascending a thousand ters, seawater gradually freezes into a massive cannonball pushing the puppet away, while the surface's high-speed rotating relative velocity continuously impacts the summon itself.

Now she can easily use two skills simultaneously.

Experienced Anemone imdiately chooses to compress the summon's volu, even transforming into softer material to deflect attacks.

Her summon is actually an extension of her main body, because summoning can also encompass the main body—this puppet actually mixes magic and Origin projection.

Actually this is very dangerous, but whatever—death is death. She's tired of living.

Hyacinth's projection also manifests!

Two behemoths treat the sky as their battlefield, venting dominance. Thousands of puppet hands and Hibiscus's Origin mutually consu each other, back and forth. Each clash brings city-destroying storms. Regional pause can tear planets apart, puppet threads manipulate all living things—their contest is unstoppable.

Rumble!

Continuous magic power tides surpass any on record. Ocean cyclones burn crimson throughout while water boils.

It can't even protect itself. For powerful Magical Girls, "drawing blade to cut water" exists—Origin can annihilate any object.

Having ascended to the highest peak, they have no attention for anything but their opponent. Fairy squads arriving upon hearing news quickly deploy barriers to prevent damage expansion. Just-arrived Edwina and Julius are dumbfounded.

When did Hyacinth already reach Queen's Guard level?

No, even more—full-elent Magical Girls instantly surpass the sa tier upon advancent.

Guardian Knight level is insufficient to discern this realm's contest. From intimidation alone, it feels no less than blasphemous angel Laetitia, even more exaggerated...

"Now they represent Magical Girls' highest stage."

Edwina murmurs. Beside her, Julius agrees: "Now I believe Her Majesty's judgnt of this generation's potential. Everyone uniting indeed might defeat Disaster Beasts."

But what if neither yields to the other?

Another battlefield.

Salvation Church and Obelisk high-end forces separately finding opponents to spar also clash intensely—clearly white-hot, jointly resonating energy tides faintly catching up to the two arena protagonists, virtually scattered natural disasters wandering everywhere.

Rather than having grudges, it's more like a dispute over routes against Great Catastrophe—isolationism versus resistance.

Having understood each other's will, only decisive battle remains—let's see who's more skilled.

The two most unpredictable magic holders, Peony and Erena, drag each other down, neither able to provide battlefield support. This tests teammates' abilities.

The angel regalia girl smiles faintly: "We're taking match point."

"Roar!"

World Serpent's dragon breath defeats Ageratum, whose complete transformation form dissolves into direct unconsciousness. Against the strongest mythology type and Church's first assault specialist, supporting until now was already difficult—a breakthrough appears!

In the causality and domain type duels, Lycoris and Cockscomb unsurprisingly lose fighting capability.

The greatest commotion cos from Tulip's continuous pursuit of Rabbit-ear Umbrella. Lightning's ultra-high speed and wide range ultimately suppress spatial teleportation through overwhelming force—one flaw results in complete paralysis and falling.

Admittedly, every one of them belongs to first-tier magic with decent other elents, but still can't match Church's battle-tested aces.

However, the real key point lies beyond the atmosphere.

Everyone has thoroughly witnessed Withering Stage Magical Girls' power.

Whether Hyacinth or Anemone—whichever victor retains even a shred of fighting strength after victory suffices to overturn the battle situation and decide the final outco. Their progress is unexpectedly fast, with one side's life force rapidly declining, yet magic power turbulence prevents identifying the target...

Who is it?

In starry space, Hibiscus gasps for breath, her exhaled air becoming ice crystals. Her left arm along with a large portion of internal organs have been annihilated, yet she lacks any excess magic power for regeneration.

Equally bedraggled, Anemone has only a head remaining—or rather, with her regalia damaged, her body structure is completely woven from dozens of hands, identical to her summon. Revealing the shell, this form barely possesses life force.

She says eerily: "Have you seen it? The price for surviving the Great Catastrophe—can you bear it?"

"Thanks for the reminder. I'll either win or die—I won't choose your appearance."

"You think I live for myself? Hyacinth, at our level we must believe in the heart's power. Carrying burdens makes one strong."

Puppet Show's main body—dozens of hands each clutching traces of magical energy, already too weak to produce any interference, yet containing wisps of will—the world's most ti-enduring relics?

"My friends entrusted to bring magical information to later generations, letting everyone awaken early to face a crisis, but each ti it's one step ahead."

"Who?"

"Pollution Saint Dragon—ultimate contamination and purity."

Great Catastrophe's core is Great Disaster Beasts. This point has been corroborated by various intelligence sources, not unfamiliar to Hibiscus.

But hearing Pollution Saint Dragon's na for the first ti—certainly extraordinary, after all being existence enough to threaten Fairy Queen, and current Anemone is also full of wariness. Always being slightly outmatched by opponents—who could be happy?

The completely puppetized girl before her sighs deeply.

"Originally this magical information could let deeply understand so magics, guide their developnt ahead of ti, even transmit magic power for rapid target strengthening..."

"So that's Obelisk's situation? I thought so price had to be paid."

"I'm not crazy to that extent, but unfortunately these past comrades' relics grow dimr. Now I've even forgotten what they looked like, what their nas were. Only driven by mission to survive wretchedly. Yet always being one step behind Disaster Beasts destroying the world—I'm not just a failure, I've failed countless tis."

She stares blankly at these magic power ssages, her gaze gentle, yet no faces surface in her mind—empty emotion.

Only now learning this, Hibiscus is also surprised. Indeed, netizens' so-called self-destructive tendencies were correct—Miss Puppet has had enough of the world.

"You've done very well—at least great contributions in establishing organizations and sheltering Magical Girls."

"Forget it."

Anemone smiles bitterly, allowing her body wounded by Sands of Ti to gradually collapse under spaceti power grinding, not using Origin to resist at all. Too tired, too weary—nothing matters anymore.

This era has done its best. A full-elent Magical Girl capable of replacing her has appeared—no need for further struggling.

Now conspiracies and sches are rely passing clouds, not worth ntioning.

The gothic dress girl says sincerely: "You've defended the strongest throne. My mission is also accomplished. I have no regrets long ago. Rather, staying would be painful—farewell here..."

Not letting Hyacinth caress her cheek, her other hand slams the remaining trace of Tree Seed Source fiercely into the puppet body. Surging life force forcibly pulls her back from death.

"You're adding unnecessary troubles."

"No. Has anyone ever invited you to witness victory? Anemone, I want you to see that future."

Seeing her still unmoved, Hibiscus continues: "You know my prophecy rumors, right? Actually Sands of Ti has already helped change many things. Inertia shaped today's everything—the gathering of eight strongest magics. Don't you want to see the outco of giving everything? Death can wait until then."

She lacks qualification and ability to forcibly retain a suicidal person, but can present current facts to show a glimr more hope.

After pondering briefly, Anemone actively accepts the life force.

The next mont, this puppet body rapidly grows arms embracing each other to form a torso, then regalia damage repairs to cover the body without a hair hard.

However, her aura clearly weakened a notch—in magic power consumption, she surprisingly didn't exceed the newcor.

Regeneration.

While repairing herself, Anemone sighs: "I dedicated this body to magic and to carry comrades' entrustnt. Even the most skilled summoning can't match primitive life, so I'll stop at incomplete Withering Stage, while you still have opportunity."

"Breaking shackles above it?"

"Seems you've already sensed it. I can tell you that's a level transcending magic power environnt where oneself resembles a world. Specifics are for you to explore."

Hearing this, Hibiscus's eyes light up as she nods. Actually, she imdiately thinks of netizens' so-called strongest battle fragnts—Jin Ruochu and Ti Priestess maintained full confrontation throughout without status decline...

Relying solely on environntal magic power would have exhausted long ago, so both ultimately faintly transcended shackles.

Nan Zhiyi's epilogue also counts as evidence. World-level domain projection capable of creating false starry skies—does it really need to absorb energy? Without self-circulation, such scale is absolutely impossible, so Magical Girls have great possibility.

"Hyacinth, let's exchange any ideas together. Ti to go back."

"Let's go."

Upon their descent, they find battlefield ruins while Magical Girls from both organizations rest in place, gasping for breath.

Witnessing two opponents who fought life-and-death return safely, they're slightly stunned, then show joy—at least from the atmosphere, they haven't beco mortal enemies?

Moreover, Hibiscus clearly retains superior magic power and life force, shocking everyone. Indeed, whether veteran or not doesn't matter—the key is consistent full-elent advancent building solid foundations for soaring success.

"As everyone can see, we unanimously believe cooperation is more important. Lady Anemone will assist us. As for choosing the ark, this question can be shelved."

"I'll continue Plan Two but absolutely won't affect frontline forces."

"Regarding Dream Painter magic handling?"

Hibiscus, raising this point, looks toward the artist miss, who tightly embraces Erina's main body, refusing separation. After all, she's also one of the points of divergence. If sothing else happens, it's over. Now she only hopes the creator survives the present before discussing awakening.

"As you said. I'll also help, but need to rest first."

The Magical Girls on scene breathe relief—clearly the two top leaders have reconciled, avoiding a decisive death battle.

After briefly announcing, they continue their own topic, nothing but discussions around magic, organizations, and situations... clearly becoming good friends who talk about everything, very seriously discussing future directions.

Anemone reveals having controlled Indian Ocean and Atlantic theater high-level news.

Hibiscus shares predicted catastrophe progress.

Remaining organization mbers need no longer be antagonistic. The urgent task is recovery.

That recent battle wasn't easy—both sides suffered varying degrees of damage but harbor no resentnt, even feeling exhilarated.

Fairies quickly diate by treating everyone. Actually they're the most shocked—never expecting the once weak tribe to suddenly produce two full-elent mbers. Their final collision mont rivaled Lilith, possibly not inferior to Great Disaster Beasts.

Gaps exist within the Withering Stage—for instance, newly advanced 11-elent versus 15-elent differs greatly. Like Hyacinth and Anemone, they're directly world first-tier.

Unfortunately, those guys coexisting with pollution arrive with Great Catastrophe's magic power, often attacking with absolute ho field advantage—very difficult to handle.

"Wonderful."

As one of the conflict focal points, Erina breathes relief—at least the main body is saved.

Everyone present feels lightened. From now on, it seems they've truly gathered the Magical Girl family. At this mont of shared hardship, with Great Catastrophe about to destroy everything, the final assembly call received strong responses—all-out effort.

Simultaneously, Hermit Island slowly approaches. Cheers co from the beach—they sense this pre-battle inspiring atmosphere.