Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 781: The Sound of Breaking Free from Reincarnation

In the quiet room, the singing voice as clear as moonlight seems to brush across the curtain of heart with the most gentle gesture, bringing some ripples.

Tilan sat on a chair by the window, holding the violin in one hand, gently pulling the bow with the other, closing her eyes and singing slowly.

This is a house on the starship. It has the same appearance and interior as the real one. It is extremely comfortable and makes people feel like they are falling into an old dream.

Listening to the girl's gentle voice, a faint sense of peace surrounds my mind, as if my body has become light.

……

After a long time, the singing ended, the girl put down the bow, and then opened her beautiful eyes, which blinked gently, as if there were thousands of words in them.

At this time, the lights in the room were turned on again. The warm light filled the corners and cast a trembling shadow on the ground under the girl's skirt.

Dolores stood up from the table and chair in the distance, came to Tilan, put the violin away with her, and then sat beside her.

"How can I praise and compliment you? In fact, over the years, I have used countless words to express your beauty and uniqueness." Dolores stared at the figure in front of her and expressed her inner feelings.

"Just smile." Tilan replied, then looked at the orange night light beside the table with nostalgia.

"When I was a kid, I didn't like greeting adults, and I couldn't remember their names or titles. At that time, I knew that I just needed to smile and show my kindness. In fact, no one expected me to say anything clever."

“Beautiful things are mostly pure and simple, and do not need much embellishment.”

The two sat at a small table, talking about the past and correcting the simple and naive ideas they had at that time.

"Looking back now, I realize that a lot of the depression was caused by people worrying too much. It's like holding a piece of fine porcelain in your hand and holding it too tightly for fear of breaking it, which ultimately leads to pain."

After saying this, Tilan shook her head and looked at Dolores.

"You are worried about something. Is there something you want to talk to me about?" As a singer, she is very sensitive to this.

“This…” Dolores lowered her head and twirled her black spiral hair with one hand.

"Actually, it's about the current Federation. With the help of the Aigeka network, we temporarily established contact with the Federation and learned some of the situation."

Hearing this, Tilan nodded slightly. She also knew about this matter, and even knew more about what was happening in the Federation than Dolores.

"What does Tilan think of Prin?" Dolores was curious.

"She is very lively, cheerful and not fussy about trivial matters." Tilan recalled simply.

"That's not what I meant. You know it's not right. You were teasing me on purpose." Dolores puffed up her cheeks and looked at the girl opposite her.

Seeing Dolores like this, Tilan covered her mouth and chuckled, then turned her eyes to the window, where there was a simulated sky and some moonlight and starlight.

"I've also thought about what Pulin did. Actually, we have no conflict on this point," she answered frankly.

“I had exchanged similar ideas with her when I was studying economics in high school.”

"She was also very interested in this topic at that time, and we talked a lot."

"Because we all come from the Four-Leaf Crystal Star Region, we all have a deep understanding of the consequences of economic decline."

“It was not a sudden death, but a gradual loss of imagination for the future and vitality of life in a bleak atmosphere and environment.”

"At that time, she said that if she had the ability in the future, she would definitely arrest all those guys who made money by dishonest means, haha."

"But I still advised her that as long as the economic model remains the same, such people will always be born."

“The law of economic cycles is a constant rise and fall, over and over again.”

"If it were an ordinary person, he would probably just want to take advantage of some opportunity to make some money, but we probably won't be satisfied with the idea of ​​making a small profit." Tilan looked at his own vague figure on the glass with a dazed look.

"As singers, we are already at the pinnacle of many people. The so-called financial freedom and billions of assets are simply things that are within reach, and no singer is satisfied with just this." "What she and I want is greater prosperity, the kind of prosperity that is enough to rewrite history." Tilan said slowly.

"Just a cyclical boom is not what we are looking for."

"However, we were unable to come up with a more sophisticated and intelligent theory at that time, and the discussion also ran into a dilemma at this time."

"After entering university, our communication gradually became less and less, and we no longer discussed our pursuits in great depth."

"Then, Tilan, what do you think of all the measures taken by Prin? Are you satisfied and agree with them, or do you reject them?" Dolores was particularly curious at this moment.

"I don't object to what Pulin is doing now." Tilan stood up.

"But do you know why we didn't come together to work together?"

“Because although I don’t object, I also know that this path has never escaped the framework of human society and cognition in the past.”

"This won't work. Such a victory will only delay and repetition." Tilan shook her head.

"You should have heard me say a lot of negative words, but I rarely tell you what I really want." Tilan opened her eyes.

"Yes." Dolores nodded, feeling that there was a rare depth and distance in Tilan's eyes.

"What Pulin is doing, I once wanted to do, but later I vaguely realized that this is still an endless cycle." She put her hands behind her back, leaned against the window, and stared out.

"A raging fire will burn out, a galloping horse will become exhausted, and a chariot will move towards more and more extreme paths, because extremes are the source of its power."

"Then, how can we break this Möbius-like cycle?" Tilan sighed.

"I'm tired of watching dynasties rise and fall throughout history."

“Whether it’s the dark past of the Fifth Era or the civil wars in the Federation, the tearing apart and reunion.”

"What I hope for is a complete change in human civilization. The change I'm talking about here is not just the social framework, not just gene editing, not even just the current flesh and blood bodies of humans, and all the cognitive systems currently constructed."

“The word human may not only describe an intelligent creature with a head, two hands and two feet. It can be a logical fragment on the Internet, a fish swimming in the sea, or a meteor streaking across the sky. Life is not just this life, it can also be countless lives. The past can be traced back, and the endless deep space can be crossed and reached. You can be a living life, or you can be countless living lives.”

"However, the spiritual cognition required to control such a powerful and complex life posture is also extremely demanding."

"The more intelligent and advanced animals are, the longer they need to grow. 20 years is too short, and 100 years may not be enough. It is probably after 300 years of hardship that a human being can be considered truly mature and be able to clearly control his own reason, thinking, spirit, will, and that powerful strength."

"Raising livestock does not require instruction, but the greater the ideals and demands of life, the more polishing it will undergo before it can be accomplished."

"An adult is civilization, because he possesses all the knowledge and power of civilization. He can cross the sea of ​​stars and be a star, the sun, or anything in the world. He is no longer bound by any rules, but his intelligence and power allow him to easily choose cooperation, because the efficiency and benefits brought by cooperation are higher than fighting."

Listening to Tilan's story, Dolores opened her mouth slightly, not knowing how to respond. It was not until a long time later that she looked at Tilan again.

"If Pulin wants hundreds of years of prosperity and greatness, then what you want is a future like the myths. By that time, humans will probably be just individuals, no different from the gods of today."

"Yes, because only such a future can break free from this repetitive cycle."

"In addition, the path I have chosen is not something that no one has ever reached. Even tens of thousands of years ago, humans touched the threshold, and that was the glorious era of the Transcendents."

"Now, I just want humans to impact the broken road again, but I will be more cautious in choosing the method and process." Tilan opened her eyes, and a hint of obsession flashed in her blue eyes.

"Dolores, did you scare me? That's why I haven't told you yet. Because we still have a long way to go and many problems to solve in the distant future."

"I went to the Sigma Mechanical Council this time to discuss solutions to many problems with them. They will also reintegrate into human society within that larger framework, and achieve a state where humans, machines, and even more life forms can switch between each other."

"The pen that can write the answer has not yet appeared on the examination table, and what we have to do now is to find and create the pen that can write the answer."

“That’s my real wish.”

(End of this chapter)