Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1601 - 73: The Voice that Breaks Free from Reincarnation

Chapter 1601: Chapter 73: The Voice that Breaks Free from Reincarnation

The quiet room, that clear moonlight-like voice sings, as if softly brushing past the curtain of the heart, bringing a slight ripple.

Tilan sits on a chair by the window, holding the violin with one hand and gently drawing the violin bow with the other, eyes closed, slowly singing.

This is a room on the Starship, with an appearance and interior just like the real thing, extraordinarily comfortable, making one feel as if falling into an old dream.

Listening to this young girl’s gentle voice line, a faint peace envelops the mental consciousness, as if the body also becomes light and floaty.

...

After a long time, the singing ends, the girl puts down the violin bow, then opens those beautiful and captivating eyes, gently blinking, as if containing a thousand words.

At this moment, the lights in the room turn on again, the warm glow filling the corners, casting a lightly trembling shadow of the girl’s skirt on the ground.

Deloris stands up from the table and chairs in the distance, comes beside Tilan, and together they put away the violin, then sit down beside it.

"How should I praise and compliment you? In fact, over these years, I’ve used countless words to marvel at your beauty and uniqueness." Deloris gazes at the figure before her, speaking her heartfelt feelings.

"Just a smile is enough." Tilan replies, then her gaze nostalgically turns to the orange night lamp lit beside the table.

"When I was young, I really didn’t like greeting adults and couldn’t remember their names and titles. At that time, I knew that just showing a smile to express goodwill was enough. Actually, people didn’t expect me to say any exquisite words."

"Most beautiful things are pure and simple, needing not much embellishment."

The two sat by the small table, recounting past stories, and also about rectifying those simple and innocent thoughts from that time.

"Looking back now, many oppressions were just because everyone was overly worried, like holding exquisite porcelain in their hands, gripping tightly for fear of breaking it, eventually leading to pain."

After saying this, Tilan shook her head, looking at Deloris.

"You have something on your mind, is there something you want to discuss with me?" As a songstress, she is quite sensitive to this point.

"This ah..." Deloris lowers her head, twirling her black spiral hair with one hand.

"Actually, it’s about the current Federation. We have temporarily made contact with the Federation through the Aijieka Network and understood some of the situation."

Hearing this, Tilan nods slightly, as she is also aware of this matter, perhaps even more so than Deloris, knowing all that is happening in the Federation now.

"What do you think about Prin?" Deloris is curious.

"She, ah, is lively and cheerful, not bothered by trivial matters." Tilan recalls simply.

"That’s not what I mean, you know that, no, you’re teasing me on purpose." Deloris puffs her cheeks, looking at the girl opposite.

Seeing Deloris like this, Tilan covers her mouth with a light laugh, then her gaze turns to the window, where there is a realistic sky, seeing a faint moonlight and starlight.

"What Prin is doing, I’ve thought about it too, so there’s actually no conflict between us on this point." She answers frankly.

"Probably in high school, I had discussed similar thoughts with her while learning economics."

"She was also very interested in the topic then, and we talked a lot."

"Since we both are from the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain, we deeply understand the various consequences brought by economic decline."

"It’s not a sudden death, but rather losing the imagination for the future and vitality of life in a desolate atmosphere and environment."

"At that time she said if she had the ability in the future, she would definitely catch all those who make money with a black heart, haha."

"But I advised her, as long as this economic model continues, such people will inevitably emerge."

"The cycle law of economics, rising and falling continually, endlessly."

"For ordinary people, perhaps they only think of seizing a certain opportunity in it to make a good amount of money, but we probably won’t be satisfied with the notion of making just a small profit." Tilan looks at her vague reflection on the glass, eyes in a daze.

"As songstresses, we have already stood at the pinnacle for many people, the so-called financial freedom and millions of fortunes are simple, within reach, and no songstress is simply satisfied by this."

"What she and I desire is greater prosperity, one that can rewrite history." Tilan narrates slowly.

"Merely cyclical prosperity isn’t the goal we pursue."

"However, at that time we couldn’t conceive a higher and wiser doctrine, and the discussion hit a bottleneck."

"Later, as we went to university, our exchanges gradually diminished, and we no longer delved into extreme pursuits."

"So, Tilan, how do you see all the measures Prin has taken now, are you satisfied and supportive, or opposed?" Deloris is particularly curious at this moment.

"I don’t oppose what Prin is doing now." Tilan stands up.

"But do you know why we didn’t end up collaborating on a united front?"

"Because although I don’t oppose, I also know that this path still hasn’t escaped the framework of humanity’s past society and cognition."

"This won’t do, such victory still only delays and repeats." Tilan shakes her head.

"You’ve heard me say many dismissive words, but I seldom tell you what I truly want, right?" Tilan opens her eyes.

"Yes." Deloris nods, feeling that there’s a rare depth and vastness in Tilan’s eyes now.

"What Prin is doing, I once wanted to do too, but I later perceived faintly that this is still an endless cycle." She places both hands behind her back, leaning lightly by the window, gaze fixed on the outside.

"Flames will burn out, galloping steeds will tire, war chariots will travel increasingly extreme paths, because extremity is its source of strength."

"So, how does one break this Möbius loop-like cycle?" Tilan sighs.

"I am weary of witnessing the rise and fall of dynasties in history, one after another."

"Whether it’s the dark past of the Fifth Epoch or the continuous civil wars, tears, and re-consolidations of the Federation."

"What I hope for is a complete alteration of human civilization. When I speak of change, it’s not just the framework of society, not merely genetic editing, not even just the current flesh and blood bodies of humans, and certainly not limited to the cognitive systems composed as of now."

"What the term ’human’ describes, perhaps isn’t just a smart creature with a head, two arms, and two legs; it can be a logic fragment on the network, can be a swimming fish in the sea, can be a meteor streaking across the sky; life isn’t just this one life, it can be countless times, past time can be traced, the endless deep space can be traversed and reached, you can be a living being, or you can be innumerable living beings."

"However, to wield such powerful and complex life forms, the mental cognitive core required is of exceedingly high demand."

"The higher the intelligence of advanced animals, the longer growth time they need. Twenty years is too short, a hundred years may not be enough; after roughly three hundred years of arduous journey, a human individual only truly matures, can lucidly steer their rationality, thoughts, spirit, will, and immense power."

"Raising livestock doesn’t require instruction, whereas lives with grand ideals and aspirations must undergo much more honing to complete."

"An adult person is civilization because they are fully equipped with all the knowledge and power of civilization; they can traverse the Star Sea, be the stars, be the Sun, or be all things in the world; they’re no longer bound by any rules, yet their intellect and power allow them to easily choose cooperation, because the efficiency and benefits of collaboration are higher than contention."

Listening to Tilan’s narration, Deloris slightly opens her mouth, unsure how to respond, and only after a long while does she look back at Tilan.

"If you say what Prin wants is a hundreds of years of prosperous greatness, then what you desire is a mythical future, and by that time, humans, even as individuals, will probably be just like deities now."

"Yes, because only such a future is sufficient to break free from this cyclical repetition."

"Moreover, the path I choose is not unheard of, and even humanity from tens of thousands of years ago had touched this threshold, which was the incredibly glorious era of the Transcenders."

"Now, I just want humanity to strike at that broken path again, but I will choose the method and process more cautiously." Tilan opens her eyes, azure orbs flashing with a hint of determination.

"Are you scared, Deloris? That’s why I’ve always refrained from telling you, because to reach that distant future, we still have a long road and many problems to solve."

"I’m going to the Sigma Mechanical Council this time to discuss solutions to numerous problems with them, and they will re-integrate into human society within that larger framework, achieving a state where humans and machines, and even more life forms, can interchangeably switch."

"The pen that can write the answer has yet to appear on the exam table, and what we have to do now is find and create that pen capable of writing the answer."

"This is my true prayer."