I’m a Guy, So How Did I Become a Magical Girl?

Three years after I transmigrated, I finally understood. This lousy world has no spiritual energy, no cultivation arts, and no golden finger. I’m just an ordinary guy, working every day to support my little sister. We’re so broke we have to split a cup of instant noodles into two meals. My only hobby is shouting at the moon in the middle of the night: “I shall prove the Dao!” The neighbors complain about the noise, and the old lady downstairs thinks there’s something wrong with my head. Then one day, a rift opened in the plaza, magical beasts poured out, and a five-meter-long insect queen tried to kill my sister. A white cat-rabbit appeared. “Hey, kid, want to become a magical girl? I can grant one wish.” Looking at my sister in my arms, I gritted my teeth. “I wish…” Wait. “Magical girl??? I’m a guy!” The cat-rabbit said, “Gender doesn’t matter. It’s just that after you transform, you might… well, be kind of cute.” “What do you mean???” Before it could finish, a wave of pain hit me. When I woke up and looked down… A black-and-red Gothic dress, thigh-high socks, little shoes, hair white as snow, eyes red as a rabbit’s. Trembling, I felt my chest. Flat. Completely flat. The insect queen charged again. I punched it and reduced it to dust. Then, standing amid the pile of corpses, I made the most important decision of my life: “No matter what I look like, I will prove the Dao and become an Emperor! Heavenly Emperor Fist, First Form: Subdue Evil! Second Form: Break the Boundary! Third Form: Shatter the Stars!” The Bureau of Magical Affairs came to register me and asked my name. “I am Su Mu, Quasi-Emperor!” They wrote on the form: Su Mo (female), seventeen years old, chuunibyou (transformed into a girl).