My Brother Can’t Possibly Be a Fallen Magical Girl Chapter 3 Part 1

Chapter 3: Disaster Beasts Attack (Page 1)

**Bus Stop**

Bai Yuze gazed at the vibrant streets, lost in thought.

He couldn’t help but wonder how his adoptive parents had managed to raise such a peculiar child. His younger sister had been born with freakish strength, and his adoptive parents, as if digging for treasure, had enrolled her in martial arts, taekwondo, and fencing classes. Meanwhile, they had signed him up for dance, music, and computer classes. As a result, he was no match for his sister and often found himself pinned to the ground, stripped of any elder brother’s dignity.

This was the one thing he held against his adoptive parents.

Amid the screech of brakes, Bai Yuze boarded the last bus of the day. As he stared out at the neon-lit traffic, the bus’s speakers repeatedly played a broadcast from six months ago, celebrating humanity’s victory over the Black Tide:

“Dear citizens, greetings. The Chairman of the Earth United Nations Federation and the Earth Defense Military Committee hereby announce that, under the wise leadership of the five permanent members of the United Nations and the brave resistance of people across the globe, we have successfully eradicated the majority of the Disaster Beasts and driven the remaining few beyond human-inhabited areas. All spatial rifts worldwide have been sealed, eliminating the threat posed to humanity since the third Black Tide...”

“However, we must remain prepared for the next Black Tide. We will never give up...”

“...We extend our deepest condolences to all those who have suffered during this calamity and pay our highest respects to the heroes who sacrificed their lives to protect the people and our planet...”

It had been over twenty years since Bai Yuze arrived in this world, and he had almost forgotten that he was a transmigrator.

His adoptive parents had passed away in a car accident during his final year of high school, leaving behind a house and a younger sister about to enter middle school. The savings they left weren’t much, but they were enough to see him and his sister through their education. However, without a steady income, Bai Yuze knew he couldn’t afford to sit idle.

During school breaks, he worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk, returning home exhausted, all in the hope of earning a little extra money. It wasn’t for himself but to ensure his sister could have a better future.

His adoptive parents had treated him exceptionally well, even better than their own child. Now that they were gone, he felt it was his duty to repay their kindness by taking care of his sister.

This continued until he met Yalusi, after which he stopped taking on part-time jobs.

After graduating from university, Bai Yuze secured an interview at Qiuyuan No. 1 High School in Yeqiu City through some internal recommendations from his teachers and eventually became a teacher there.

However, considering that a teacher’s salary wasn’t particularly high, he had recently taken on a well-paying, low-effort side job. This meant he would have less free time, but he still made it a point to visit the nursing home regularly.

At the nursing home, there wasn’t much heavy work to do—mostly helping the elderly with chores, trimming plants, cleaning, and giving massages. The tasks weren’t difficult but were numerous and time-consuming. Initially, he had only planned to volunteer for a short while to ease his conscience.

But over time, he found the elderly residents to be kind and wise. As the saying goes, “Having an elder at home is like having a treasure.” Some of the residents had led fascinating lives, and Bai Yuze enjoyed listening to their stories and tall tales during his visits. So, he stayed on, dropping by once or twice to chat and listen to their reminiscences.

The last bus from the nursing home to his house in Yeqiu City overlapped with the routes of the city’s first and second ring roads. During the evening rush hour, the streets were bustling and congested, filled with a steady stream of vehicles.

Shortly after boarding the bus, Bai Yuze gave up his seat to an elderly man in his seventies and a young boy wearing a red scarf. The old man sat down without a word of thanks, pulling the boy onto his lap. The boy, however, glanced at the old man, then turned to Bai Yuze, his face flushed with embarrassment, and whispered a soft “thank you.”

The boy’s voice was quiet but clear, lifting Bai Yuze’s spirits. While he didn’t care much about such gestures, the presence or absence of gratitude made a difference. His mood improved inexplicably.

As more passengers boarded, Bai Yuze was jostled by the crowd until he found an empty handrail near the window, clinging to it like a lifeline in a storm.

Feeling his phone vibrate, he pulled it out and glanced at the screen. A barrage of text messages from the past hour flooded in like machine-gun fire.