Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The quiet piano room, with its windows draped in curtains, the clear sky, and the wind passing through the room.

Slim fingers danced over the piano keys, striking notes that hammered the taut steel strings, producing metallic sounds that resonated one after another, merging into a continuous stream of music.

The melody began slow and light, deepened in the middle, then burst forth towards the end; the tightly popping musical notes converged into a great river, flowing until the last note was struck and abruptly stopped, leaving only the trailing echo.

The room once again fell into silence. The figure seated by the piano stood up, her black hair arranged in a complex and attractive hairstyle, adorned with pearls, and a layered black dress edged with lace that was both conservative and elegant, revealing her fine figure.

"Deloris plays so well, listening to it is like being in the midst of a sea during a storm, with a rising sense of tension and uplift," said the girl seated on the other side of the room, who also had black hair and wore a Dailan-colored dress.

The two stood by the window, looking out at the early autumn scenery. In the South First District, February marked the autumn season, with orange, green, and yellow leaves interweaving, adding to the beauty under the blue sky.

"Tilan, have you studied music? I've noticed you seem familiar with musical scores," said Deloris, speaking again.

"I play the violin a bit, but I didn't bring it with me today," the girl shook her head, and the two quietly enjoyed a rare leisurely afternoon.

"Tonight the 'Hat and Short Sword' club is having a competition with the 'Meteor Spear' club from Thunder Edge Academy. Will you go to watch, Tilan?"

"I will go. President Amors has already spoken to me about it; even if we lose, we must learn from the experience and not waste this opportunity."

"It seems he's set on supporting you for the position without considering others," Deloris turned to look at the girl beside her, familiar yet mysterious.

"I always feel that Tilan has many secrets that you're keeping from me."

"That's true, there are some secrets," the girl admitted reluctantly, lightly shaking her hair at the back of her head.

"They are troublesome secrets. Sometimes I feel anxious, other times I feel like giving up because the goal seems so far away."

"Do you feel you lack the ability?" Deloris asked with interest.

"Yes, it's no longer the romantic era of heroism. Even if one is strong individually, many major trends and social issues cannot be easily solved."

"Tilan, are you worried about economic and systemic matters? That's unusual; most high school students wouldn't consider that."

"Yes, I'm afraid that mentioning it might make me the butt of jokes. Sometimes I think I worry unnecessarily and create problems for myself, but both my rationality and intuition tell me that I need to grow up quickly and find a solution to change things. Otherwise, there will come a time when there will be many irreversible regrets," the girl said quietly as she stood in the wind, her hair and dress fluttering gently. After accepting the legacy of Isenisha and Emuralin, she had gradually realized that she would, sooner or later, follow a path similar to theirs.

If destiny had endowed her with such rich gifts, she would feel unease if she only thought of herself and remained alone in the hole of a setting sun. Out of a simple wish, she wanted to repay this expectation, this beautiful legacy.
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Although the current Federation seemed flourishing and grand, many issues had slowly become deeply entrenched, only suppressed because of the Federation's strong military force.

The development model of the capitalist aristocracy was naturally profitable; they would inevitably make more money than those at the bottom, and have stronger risk resistance. This long-term evolution would inevitably lead to income disparity – the poor getting poorer and the rich, richer.

However, the sale of goods or the profits of a company ultimately depend on consumption, which requires a large population to support, regardless of the type of consumption. But when the lower class earns less and less, and life becomes more difficult, consumption will inevitably decline.

With the decrease in consumption and less demand for goods, it may seem that the upper classes will suffer losses, but the lower layers will be hit even harder – for example, employment will become more severe, and the number of unemployed will rise. An increase in the unemployed will also lead to lower wages for employed individuals because of the well-known saying, "If you won't do it, there are plenty who will."

When the economic environment is harsh, competition among people intensifies, and anxiety spreads throughout society. This anxiety also squeezes out leisure space in the brain, making it difficult for people to immerse themselves in stories or delve into a field of study. Instead, they continuously numb themselves with various stimulations, becoming more concerned about face, more sensitive, and more prone to emotional volatility.

As this anxiety spreads, various unscrupulous profit-making models will gradually be developed. People will become more materialistic and power-worshipping, even admiring those who use immoral means because they represent the so-called 'law of the jungle' or 'natural order.'

Once such an atmosphere becomes prevalent, it will break the moral shackles of society, leading more people to disregard morals, resulting in spreading doubt and mistrust, which in turn further stimulates the production of anxiety.

Children from wealthy families, because of their background, don't have to worry about these things, and will be more settled and stable, allowing them to grow more easily within certain industries, which further widens the social divide.

The practice of the Transcendent Sequence was also like this, when a person was always troubled by various trifles in life, suffering from mental anxiety and instability, it might not matter on a regular day, but during the moments of advancement, which required high concentration and a stable mindset, different results were produced.

Geniuses and a small number of determined individuals might not need to consider this, but most people were not geniuses. Under such influences, even the originally more egalitarian power of Transcendence, which could alter one's future path, was slowly affected by wealth. Better resources, better mentor assistance, better mindsets, and so on, what was meant to break the shackles had now become new shackles that deterred many from approaching.

Listening to Tilan slowly sharing what she had seen and heard, along with many thoughts from the bottom of her heart, Deloris walked over and gently embraced her.

"Thinking about so many issues must be exhausting."

"We are only mortals, there's no need to fret over these problems that only gods can resolve." She gently stroked the other's back and hair.

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"Yes! Exactly! Only gods can resolve the current situation!"

In an underground venue, tens of thousands of people gathered, with the limited lighting converging on the high platform, where a man was shouting frantically, his expression both passionate and immersed.

"We can no longer continue to sink into this degradation! Countless people are suffering, Isenisha's ideals are being tainted, Emuralin's legacy is being forgotten, and human civilization is heading towards its demise!"

"We, you, everyone is a victim in this world! Why not change it all, why not pray for the true gods to come!"

The atmosphere inside the venue was gradually becoming more agitated, and some in the audience screamed and shouted in response.

"Quickly recall it! Recall that great sage, the descending morning star, the light guiding humanity, the everlasting wings of the cradle, the miraculous crown from thousands of years ago!"

"We need a new Throne of God, and the majestic Crown that rises at the end of that throne!"

"The Federation has deceived us, they've all deceived us, fabricating lies to blindfold us, making us dare not touch the miraculous Crown that once pushed humanity to its peak. Whatever 'Black Sun', whatever dark tales from the Fifth Epoch, those are just to scare us, to not aspire for the divine power that once transformed the entire Milky Way!"

"Yes, I detest religious worship, hate echoing the same voice just to fit in, but how weak we are, let to be bullied by them."

"We must unify, we absolutely must come together for our own future, for the future of humanity, for the future of the whole world."

"That's right, we need to revive that sealed Throne of God, we defy the taboo set by the Federation and even the Pan-Human Alliance, we recreate our own miraculous star, we change everything about the present!!"

"Raise the throne of the gods, stand up and sing together, under that dazzling light, whether it's you, or I, or anyone! All shall connect to that divine resonance, our voices, our wills, our prayers, all shall respond to it, reverberating through the Milky Way!"

"Trample the rotten systems underfoot, overthrow those greedy mega-corporations, knock the heads of those who scorn us from their high horses. If the world doesn't need us, then we will destroy this world!!!"

By the end, his voice was hoarse, like a bloody scream, and a huge wave of sound erupted from beneath, as if to overturn the dome above.

"Throne of God!"

"Crown of God!"

"Throne of God!"

"Crown of God!"

"Throne of God!"

"Crown of God!"

The sound was incessant, so persistent, so frenzied, and so sorrowful.