Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The roaring engines echoed in her ears as the transport aircraft broke through the clouds and gradually approached the ground. Then, the cabin doors opened one by one, and personnel jumped out from the belly of the aircraft, disappearing into the world below like tiny dots.

Walking to the cabin door, Tilan held the door frame with one hand, looking at the verdant valley below. All she could hear was the urgent wind. She stood on the anti-slip board in black leather shoes, knees slightly bent, then leaped down.

The intense airflow blew her tied long hair upwards, swinging rapidly in the air. As her altitude decreased, the valley mist approached, bringing a refreshing chill.

As she drew closer to the ground, a faint white glow appeared around her, slowly reducing her speed until her toes lightly touched the ground, and the hem of her dress gently descended with the airflow.

At this moment, the area where she stood was surrounded by towering trees, and the forest clearing was covered in fallen leaves and rugged tree roots.

Shortly after, several familiar figures landed nearby, some on trees, some directly crashing to the ground, others jumping multiple times in the air, finally landing lightly on the ground.

About five minutes later, Tilan was surrounded by twenty people.

...

Two hours earlier, the Songstress participating in the combat exercise stood in front of the school's helipad. Yarnasha climbed onto a high platform, announcing the location and rules for this combat competition.

"Each of you can bring a team of 50 people to participate in the combat. Afterwards, a designated transport aircraft will pick you up, and the aircraft will fly over the location along the indicated trajectory." She pressed her hand against the virtual screen interface, which displayed a mountainous area. Several peaks divided the entire map into multiple regions, with valleys, plains, forests, hills, and other terrains between the peaks.

"There are over 50 hidden bases in this area, some large, some small, containing various stored supplies. Once found, you can utilize them. Additionally, occupying these bases will earn you points daily, which can be exchanged for essential items."

"During the entire combat process, Songstresses aren't allowed to directly intervene, but they can use their abilities to grant Divine Protection to teammates. Once the Songstress from your side is approached closely by an opposing team member, it will result in a declaration of failure and elimination."

"The whole combat tournament lasts for two weeks. If any Songstress remains unbeaten at the end, the victory will be determined by the points of both sides."

"Additionally, various neutral factions exist in this area. If you can fulfill their requests, they will also be of use to you."

"Now, please board the aircraft."

...

After recalling the rules explained by Yarnasha, Tilan glanced at the Circle on her wrist. This Circle can monitor her health and activity data. If she operates beyond the limit in terms of speed and combat power, it will issue a warning. This is to restrict the Songstresses' own abilities, encouraging them to use more strategic thinking and related abilities to resolve problems.

"Currently, everyone has reported their positions, and the remaining thirty people are also heading here." Bennett placed a hand on his sword hilt as he approached the girl to report.

"I suggest that instead of gathering together, we can now have everyone disperse according to different landing points to search for bases," suggested the club secretary walking beside them.

"Then let's search for the nearby bases first and regroup locally at night." Tilan nodded.

The accompanying personnel then began task allocation, forming groups of 2-5 people based on their individual positions, and initiated the search.

...

Half an hour later, Tilan arrived at the first discovered base based on the report from her companions.

"It's right here, under the cliff." A girl with short brown hair waved ahead, standing with two other companions.

Following everyone into the narrow entrance under the cliff, Tilan felt the air gradually cool. After passing through tens of meters of rocky tunnel, the space inside the mountain unfolded before her eyes.

It was divided into three levels according to the mountain walls, each with multiple vacant rooms. The central square was piled high with military-green crates, and judging by the external markings, they contained various guns, ammunition, and a few emergency medicines.

However, the most striking sight was the small mecha standing amidst these crates.

It was approximately ten meters tall, its jet-black cold steel form angular, its head resembling a Devil Shark and triangular, with one hand holding a Laser Machine Gun and the other a small shield.

["Devil Shark-c1 mecha, a miniature mecha deployed 60 years ago, prepared for subterranean and breakthrough warfare, small size but highly agile, yet its Sturdy body can withstand the substantial pressure of a mountain collapse."] Maidi displayed the mecha's introduction using her Personal Terminal.

"Honestly, when I first saw this guy, my mind was filled with surprise, and the second glance brought an inexplicable fear," one member spoke.

"Why do you think that?"

"It's simple, the fact that we found this kind of thing here means that other Songstress teams can discover it too. Even a miniature mecha with the lowest combat power possesses battlefield dominance that not anyone can overcome."

"This almost means that in this combat tournament, the role of individual strength will be greatly limited, and whether each team can acquire a substantial amount of these weapons and gather more resources will be paramount."

"Afraid of this now?" A mature woman feigned a yawn, her crimson eyes surveying the crowd, causing a chill to run down the spines of a few wavering members.