Chapter 1

If we’re talking about symbols of femininity, there would be breasts and a pelvis. Symbols of abundance, fertility, and all that. I like those things too. Plump breasts and a sturdy pelvis are the objects of all men’s desires.

But if it’s my body, the story is a bit different.

The world doesn’t operate on a 50-50 basis. It’s not that simple.

Just as the gender ratio isn’t 50-50, the ratio of good and evil isn’t 50-50 either. However, even if it’s not exactly 50-50, it should be balanced to a similar extent.

Even so, the reason I have to do this is because everything needs to be balanced.

—So said the black cat, which has now become my mascot.

“There are too many Magical Girls.”

One day, on my way home from work. I was just an ordinary office worker, and that day, I was on my way home, planning to crack open a can of beer and relax. I stopped by a convenience store and was heading home when a black cat flew down from the sky and said that to me.

“Huh?”

“There are too many Magical Girls,” it said. Honestly, it’s not that hard to understand.

In this world, there are Magical Girls. Of course, there’s a reason why they appeared.

About ten years ago, an evil organization called the Mogmog Group appeared in this world.

Despite the combined efforts of the military and modern science, this evil organization was unstoppable. They kept sending out minions to attack humans. I almost died a few times back then. But that was when I was young, and now those memories have faded.

Back then, a woman who claimed to be the leader of the Mogmog Group would appear on TV, urging us to surrender. If we didn’t want to, she would provoke us to fight back even harder.

I remember her being incredibly beautiful. Black hair, a black dress, or something like that. She was so beautiful that, ironically, she had quite a few fans. There were even lunatics who wanted to surrender quickly and be ruled by her.

During that time, a war that didn’t even feel like a war was raging. I don’t know how we resisted an enemy that even the military couldn’t handle, but I remember that we kept resisting for years.

But eventually, the end came. Around the time when news outlets were seriously suggesting that we should surrender, Magical Girls started appearing.

One, two, three, four, five… Magical Girls kept appearing and started taking down the Mogmog Group, and people cheered.

The evil organization Mogmog, which attacked people. The Mogmog minions were defeated one by one by the Magical Girls, and the Mogmog Group started to shrink like a deflated balloon.

But the number of Magical Girls didn’t decrease. They kept appearing. Even when the Mogmog Group was almost completely destroyed, the Magical Girls kept attacking them.

So now, the Mogmog Group has almost disappeared. There’s no news of them being completely wiped out, but it’s hard to find any news about them appearing anymore.

Now, the Magical Girls, with nothing to do, have become a serious threat to national security. Although they are affiliated with national institutions like civil servants, they are far from having the loyalty to the nation and its people or the chain of command like the military.

Since the Mogmog Group no longer appears, the existing Magical Girls have formed their own association, claiming that they were the ones who defeated the Mogmog Group, and now they receive all sorts of subsidies and benefits exclusively for Magical Girls.

“So, what I’m saying is, there are too many Magical Girls. Don’t you think so?”

The black cat eventually followed me home. I decided not to care what the cat did. It wasn’t that interesting, and I figured if I gave it a can of food, it would eat and then leave.

Judging by the atmosphere, it seems like it plans to stick around, but whatever. I don’t really like cats.

I grabbed a can of beer from the fridge and plopped down. In this shabby room of my life, there’s no luxurious furniture like a sofa.

*Click*, I opened the can of beer. A chill ran through my fingers, beyond just coolness. I took a sip, and the refreshing fizziness filled my mouth along with the aroma of alcohol.

“Ahh.”

I put the beer can back on the floor. Then, I made eye contact with the cat.

“So, what are you?”

“The mascot of Mogmog.”

An immediate answer. No hesitation.

A flying, talking cat isn’t that surprising.

I’ve seen a lot of cats hanging around Magical Girls, and I’ve seen them talk a lot.

Besides, if you turn on the TV now, you can see Magical Girls on variety shows bragging about their mascots.

The only difference is that those are white or pink, and this one is a black cat.

“Mogmog? Didn’t they go extinct?”

“They’re not extinct. They’re just hiding because there’s no Mother-Body.”

“Is that so…”

“So, what do you think about becoming the Mother-Body?”

“Mother-Body?”

“Yeah. The Mother-Body of Mogmog.”

This is some strange talk. Asking me to become the Mother-Body of Mogmog. Before that, what even is a Mother-Body of Mogmog?

“If Mogmog is to rise again, we need to be able to counter the Magical Girls. Think about it. What happens to power without a counterforce?”

“Hey, what’s with a cat saying such difficult things…”

“Mikhail Bakunin once said—”

“Never mind that, what are you trying to say?”

I quickly stopped it before it could spout more nonsense. I don’t want to look less knowledgeable than a cat.

“Anyway, forces need to be balanced. When Mogmog first appeared, they were evil.”

“That’s right. Wait, they’re still evil, aren’t they?”

“Let’s just say that for now. Anyway, back then, the Magical Girls were the good guys. So when the Magical Girls defeated Mogmog, everyone cheered, right?”

“Well… yeah?”

“But now that Mogmog is gone, what’s happening?”

“You said they’re not gone?”

“Let’s just say they’re not.”

The cat casually pulled over a plate of jerky and started munching on it.

“The Magical Girls, if this continues, will become evil. So, for Mogmog to rise again and counter the Magical Girls, you need to become the Mother-Body of Mogmog. Our Mogmog can only create minions if there’s a Mother-Body.”

Is that so? So, does that mean there’s no Mother-Body right now? Is that why Mogmog hasn’t been appearing?

“Mother-Body of Mogmog…”

Honestly, I don’t have middle school syndrome, but it’s still quite tempting. But if I do this, I’ll have to quit my job. Where will I get money then—

“6 million won a month. Single-person accommodation and meals provided. Guaranteed 5-day workweek, overtime pay for overtime work.”

“I’ll do it.”

Just based on the conditions, it’s much better than my current job.

—

I thought being the Mother-Body of evil wouldn’t be a big deal, but it wasn’t. However, the reflection in the mirror was impressive.

Impressive, or should I say, amazing, or should I say, extraordinary.

Red eyes. But with vertical pupils. At first glance, it gives off a reptilian vibe, but it suits my face well, so it’s not bad.

Incredibly long black hair. A slender figure. Quite voluptuous… no, more like heavy breasts.

I pointed at the mirror and asked the cat flying next to me.

“…You didn’t say I’d become a woman?”

“I said Mother-Body.”

“I thought that was a metaphor…?”

“A Mother-Body is a Mother-Body. You don’t call a man ‘mom,’ do you?”

That makes sense, but shouldn’t you have told me I’d become a woman?

Honestly, even if I lose that useless thing between my legs, I don’t really care. Besides, my current appearance is much better than when I was a man. A beautiful woman’s appearance is much more advantageous in this world than just being a good-looking guy—by my own standards.

“So, what do I do now?”

“Hmm… there’s not much to do. Just exist, and once the Mother-Body is established, we can start producing minions. Just go to the production room and inject some magic power… Besides, just by looking at you, I can tell your magic power is overflowing. You could probably take on dozens of Magical Girls by yourself…”

The cat circled around me, scrutinizing me.

“First, let’s do a broadcast announcing the revival of Mogmog. Declare the revival of Mogmog and start production.”

“That broadcast, you’re not talking about an internet broadcast, are you?”

“What do you think Mogmog is?”

I just realized that cats can make expressions.

“Anyway, got it. Are you sure I can really do this?”

“Yes. I’ll help you, so don’t worry.”

The cat smiled at me, right in front of my face. It’s a bit strange to say a cat smiled, but it literally smiled.

“From now on, you are evil. You’ve become a villain. But don’t forget. The world needs a balance of good and evil. You’re a villain, but you’re balancing the scales.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“Do well, Mother-Body.”