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This was a mistake.
He never meant for any of this to happen.
All of this, based off of a goddamn wish— he can't even scrounge up the courage to say that he wishes that this never happened because that's exactly what he asked for —and he only has the fallback of a shit core and cultivation he can barely use.
Which led to the current situation of him sitting in a circle of his own blood, makeup shoddily put upon his face in a manner nothing like his mother, and desperately trying to forget the shoved away parts of his old life underneath the haystack in the corner.
He only has this one chance, because if he messes this up, the Incubator may not forgive him for this transgression.
Really, the only reason that he even has this window of time to do this is because most magical girls aren't even cultivators, let alone have the ability to do demonic cultivation.
The Incubator has never faced this dilemma so Xuanyu’s going to make this a problem for it.
He has the resources he needs, and the Incubator is too busy being occupied with the sudden influx of Witches and Familiars in Yunmeng for it to realize that anything is going to happen to him—because if there’s anything that Xuanyu is confident about in relation to the enigmatic Incubator, it’s that he is actually quite valuable considering he’s one of the few adult magical girls and he’s had a fair amount of “despair” within him that’s culminating into something that could wipe out a medium-sized clan.
Closing his eyes, he takes in a deep breath and prays his apologies to his mother for not being able to see her again in the afterlife.
He doesn't die.