Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1650 - 92: The Worst Ending (Part 2)

"Why do you say so?" Tilan lowered her head.

"Your birth was an accident, even a twisted result, all because of my wrongdoing. Not only you, but Temisia and Yongrong have also become unfortunate because of it."

"I see..." Tilan's voice was particularly soft, not even knowing when she uttered those words.

"I..."

Although she had lived alone since she was 14, as long as her father was still alive, there was a faint longing; as long as one day her father returned, home would still exist.

But now, the other party denied her existence with his own words. This kind of denial from the closest person can almost destroy everything about a person, making her voice choke and unable to speak.

"Don't be so sad, you've grown up, you can live well even without me." He shook his head slightly.

"Regarding your background, I think you've done a lot of investigations yourself, haven't you figured it out?"

"I often wonder if everything would be better if I hadn't impulsively stolen that embryo back then, or perhaps if I had known later and hadn't abandoned you but instead accompanied you as you grew up, it could have compensated for past mistakes."

"Unfortunately, I failed to do anything, let you down, Tilan."

"Now I'm just a fool trying desperately to make amends." He slowly drew the Light Saber from his waist.

"Let's put a period on everything of the past right here." At the last sound of his words, he turned the knob, and the cyan Sword Edge emerged from the hilt, the sizzling current sound remarkably clear in the quiet room.

"You want to kill me, don't you?" Tilan looked up, staring at the man holding the Sword Edge in front of her.

"Yes." The other's gray-blue eyes flashed with reluctance and regret but eventually suppressed those emotions slowly.

"For..." Tilan shook her head, not asking the reason anymore, or perhaps the reason no longer mattered.

The last thread tying her to this world dissipated at this moment, making everything and everyone feel distant and cold.

What did the future and condition of humanity, the world, and civilization have to do with her anymore? Past attachments and reluctance cooled, turned to ash, and vanished quickly.

The originally black long hair gradually turned dark gray, light gray, and lastly, as pale as Moon Rock, solitary and cold.

The barrier disappeared.

The deep blue in her eyes gradually dimmed; her past refusal towards Temisia's persistence crumbled step by step.

In the depths of her Soul Consciousness, the azure and demonic purple swirled around like two pursuing fish, and now the blue-purple fish drew closer, the Vortex spinning faster.

They began their final fusion, just as promised in the ancient prophecy.

Seeing this scene, the gray-haired man advanced quickly with the sword, aiming at the stunned girl and slashed down.

Blood, fresh blood flowed on the ground.

The beautiful dress was gradually stained with spreading blood.

The once incomparably beautiful Songstress girl, at this moment, was torn apart like a rag doll, chopped into halves.

Facing the dead girl, the man knelt to the ground, covering his forehead with both hands, choking and trembling, emitting a beast-like painful roar.

"What wrong have I done!"

The girl's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, a teardrop silently rolling down her side face.

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At the same time, outside the Cave Church.

Prin and her companions slowly ascended to the top of the ancient giant tower, where one could view far and wide scenery, the undulating crimson hills in the distance, and the tiny valley town below, all fell under sight.

They took photos here, chatted and laughed, enjoying the relaxed afternoon breeze.

"When you can see the distant scenery, you become part of the scenery."

"...That's what they say, right." Several miles away from this tower, hidden in a hillside, a long extended giant sniper rifle slowly focused on its target.

This was not a weapon used by humans but a nearly 50 meters long giant weapon, operated by a special Mecha lying silently on the hillside.

Utilizing the special ability of traversing Subspace, this Mecha's cloaking system rendered all mainstream Federation detectors ineffective, providing an opportunity for an attack.

"But there's only one chance, so I can only apologize to you, Biao Xing, Misa, Wade, Que Lin." The figure in the cockpit murmured a prayer, gradually aligning the sight on the red-haired figure.

"Paying tribute to those who sacrificed for this cause."

He finished his words, pulled the trigger, and a deep red Particle Torrent lit up instantly, submerging the figure on the top of the tower, turning into evaporated atoms.

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Aijieka Network World, Council of Seven Sages Hall.

The once busy hall was now marked all over with twisted traces, the scars left from battles in the Network World. At the center of the hall, the once highly respected Hui Fangyan was now pierced with twisted crimson spears, seemingly cursed, spreading bizarre patterns from where they were embedded.

"Give up, Hui Fangyan, these spears are inscribed with eroding code. The Defense systems you once built are all twisted and polluted by them and can no longer function." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

One by one, indistinct figures hovered above the hall, each a jumble of chaotic lines pieced together.

"We appreciate the contributions you've made to the organization, leading the Children of the Stars to glory, but the times have changed, and your ideals and thoughts no longer align with the current aspirations of the Children of the Stars." Another voice echoed in the hall.

"We actually reminded you many times, hoping you would give up your notion of continuing to ally with the Volcano Songstress, but you never heeded our advice."

"If Prin Coco continues to rule, the Rose Federation will become her autocratic Empire, and the voice of the Children of the Stars will never be heard."

"Our purpose in uniting and coming together was never to become her black gloves, dealing with political adversaries, handling media manipulation—this goes against our original oath."

"Please rest in peace, the world from now on will be led by us, just as you taught us back then, towards a more equal and beautiful future."

As if realizing that his death was certain, Hui Fangyan at the hall's center no longer struggled, a tear rolling down from the only intact eye.

"So, I'm no longer needed."

He understood their thoughts, even wanted to agree, but reality is never that simple. He merely wished to wait a little longer, for a relatively gentle opportunity to resolve the issue.

Having lived for so many years, he shouldn't be this overwhelmed and feeble. Yet, facing death, he still felt an indescribable pain and sorrow.

"I was wrong, Idrylia, maybe I should have given up back then." In life's final moment, memories flashed of a century ago that afternoon when he crawled out clumsily from the manhole cover to see that blue-haired girl.

That day, the sky was uncommonly brilliantly sunny. The Songstress girl smiled brightly, extending her hand with an invitation to him to create a Network World conveying beauty and understanding.

In the end, it was just a dream...

He slowly closed his eyes, and his form in the virtual space faded away like sand through fingers.

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"So, how do you plan to construct the new era of Federal order?" The seaweed-haired researcher stood beneath the Star Sea sky, asking the floating sixteen-cornered crystal behind him.

"The Federation needs a Songstress, needs the influence and power of a Songstress, it's the Federation's foundation. If we refuse to center around a Songstress, how will the future order structure be built?" His hands in his pockets, he continued questioning.

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"Oh, so you've been hiding this plan, huh." The seaweed-haired researcher pushed his glasses with his middle finger.

"Evelyn was rescued by you back then and has always been with you all these years."

"Are you saying Evelyn was persuaded by you, agreeing to your request."

"Willing to abandon her own consciousness, becoming your eternal Throne foundation, allowing anyone to utilize her mind and Soul to activate the Crown."

"Indeed a quite ingenious method, with the power of the Songstress, unified under her name and image, yet without worrying about her possessing an independent personality to interfere with national governance and administration, like a humanoid stamp tool."

"Even for someone as calm as me, this step you've achieved is quite shocking."

"It's slightly intimidating, as such a future breaks common sense."

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"Do you think this will be a brand new beginning?"

...

"What a great era, haha."