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

Chapter 783 Fireworks of Life

Sigmar Mechanical Council.

It has been a year since we came here. Not only Tilan, but also hundreds of thousands of members who came with us have settled down here and gradually adapted to the life here.

This is a world filled with mechanical life, an environment completely different from the Rose Federation.

"Hello, this is today's breakfast, I wish you a pleasant meal~"

On a park bench, a young employee on his way to work sat down, ready to breathe in the fresh air and enjoy a moment of peace before leaving. At his feet, a small cylindrical robot came over, greeted him, and then opened the hatch on the top, revealing a freshly prepared and hot breakfast.

"Thank you~" He waved to the little robot, and a happy expression appeared on the other's display panel.

Then he took out the corn sandwich, taro milk tea and egg tarts and slowly enjoyed them.

After about a few minutes, he finished eating and put the leftovers and the empty cup into the trash can beside him. Then he stood up again and walked towards the tall building not far away.

It's only 15 minutes away from where he lives, but he won't take the bus unless he's in a hurry.

Thanks to the ample space on the Mechanical Council side, almost every living human can choose where to live.

After entering the building, he waved and greeted his colleagues, among whom were humans like him, but more were mechanical life forms.

"Good morning, Ling." A girl with orange-chestnut hair came towards them. She was holding a clipboard. Even in a professional suit, she couldn't hide her extraordinary figure.

"Good morning, Manager Valerian." Facing those light blue and curious eyes, Ling had to turn his head away to avoid their sight.

Although this boss is really good-looking, and both her temperament and figure are what he is attracted to, but——

She is a mechanical life.
He kept reminding himself of this in his mind and then walked across.

Hmm? A faint fragrance wafted from the tip of my nose.

Did the other person use perfume today? Ling turned around subconsciously, but this time he met Valerian's waiting gaze.

"Ling, do you like this scent?" Although it was a very ordinary sentence, Ling's heartstrings subconsciously jumped.

"Well, I like it more." He touched his hair lightly with his hand to hide his somewhat unnatural expression.

"Then I will use this perfume from now on." The other party said this naturally, then smiled and waved at him, and continued to walk away.

For the whole morning, Ling was working absent-mindedly, as if his soul was not in this body. It was not until the lunch break at noon that he came to his senses.

What's wrong with me? I'm so upset because of what the other person said. He tapped his forehead with his hand.

As a top student in the Federation, his IQ is not low, and he knows very well what mechanical life is like. Emotions may be the result of hormones, instinct, intuition, and sensibility in humans, but in mechanical life, they are action templates derived from the analysis of a lot of big data.

It's really scary. In just one year, they have become just like real girls, making people's hearts beat faster and it's hard to calm down. Their small movements and expressions are becoming more and more difficult to distinguish. Sometimes, if it weren't for reason reminding him, he would have mistaken them for real humans.

How could a girl in real life be so perfect, with such a good temper? As my boss, she cares about me every day and picks perfume just for me. Ling tried to remind herself not to go astray and become a captive of mechanical life like the brother next door, willingly bowing down to those strings of data codes.

After lunch, he returned to his workstation, prepared to lie down in a chair for a short rest before starting work again.

When he woke up again, Ling found that his temple was being gently massaged. The force was just right and made him feel comfortable. When he opened his eyes, he saw Valerian standing behind his chair. The hanging badge was lifted up by the arc and hung above his head, swaying his mind.

"How is it? Are you feeling better now?" Valerian's gentle voice brushed across his heart like a delicate sponge.

"Better now. Actually, I'm not that tired." Ling sat up without changing his expression.

As a superhuman, he didn't even notice when the other party approached him while he was sleeping. Was he too careless, or was this Miss Valerian too strong?

"I noticed you weren't in a good mood this morning, and I was a little worried." Valerian continued, then loosened his hand and stepped back a little, keeping the same distance as usual, so that there would be no problem to find, just like normal care and concern between friends.

"This may be because I played games too late last night." He did play games last night, but he also ensured 6 hours of sleep, so this shouldn't have happened. As for the reason, it was all because of Miss Valerian in front of him.

"What kind of games does Ling like to play? I'm a little curious."

Oops, the other party has found the topic again. If he knows more about me and makes more targeted moves, how can I resist him in the future?

Ling thought about many things in a few seconds, and then answered, "I prefer combat action games, and enjoy the hearty combat to relieve stress."

In fact, he likes a lot of games, even romance-themed ones.

"So that's how it is." The other person blinked, as if he understood something.

What did this guy analyze again? Could he have accessed some psychological database to analyze the motivations behind my preferences, Ling complained in his heart.

Just when he was thinking about changing the subject and talking about something else, Valerian took the lead and started talking about his afternoon work.

"We will continue the experiment this afternoon to study the working principle of the secret method of transformation. This time we will have more advanced instruments to record the entire process and understand how the ancient dragon sequence allows humans to transform into another creature in a short period of time."

"I know."

Ling nodded. This topic was one of the key cooperation projects between them and the Mechanical Council. There were about 14 groups working on it at the same time, and his group was one of them. It had nearly a hundred members. The group leader and deputy group leader were humans and mechanical life forms respectively. Miss Valerian was a middle-level manager in the group, responsible for more than a dozen people including him.

"Last time you said that the realization of this secret method might not be to change human biological characteristics, but based on the realization of a fantasy, that is, to transform oneself into a fantasy existence, and the appearance of dragons, phoenixes, and other exotic beasts are just symbols that carry the fantasy."

"Yes." When talking about his professional field, Ling quickly calmed down.

"Most of the ancient supernatural beings had not systematically studied biology, and did not have a deep understanding of the body structure, internal circulatory system, and many subtle features of dragons. However, they were able to transform into life forms that were almost as powerful as dragons. There must be a special way to fill this unrealistic gap."

"In a sense, it is precisely because they are not real dragons that there is a time limit, because this is a 'form' maintained by extraordinary power and is not real."

“But the supernatural power is also great and magical. It spontaneously makes up for the deficiencies and makes the entire system run, just like a real living thing.”

"If this form can be improved and fixed, it means that humans will no longer be limited to a certain form. This will benefit many fields and allow humans to break through the shackles of the biological framework."

"Form is no longer a limitation..." Valerian repeated the words, touching his chin with a finger.

“I’m really looking forward to it.”

……

Another corner of the city

On the green grass, Tilan and Mel walked beside a huge wild boar. The wild boar had a bag on its back and a lot of things hanging on both sides.

"Hmph." The big brown-haired wild boar lay down after reaching the center of the grassland.

"This is it, Heshia~" Mel pressed the sun hat lightly with both hands and turned around.

This classmate, who once went to school with Tilan at the Iridium Academy, followed Tilan to the Sigma Mechanical Council without hesitation this time, and also brought many of her older friends with her.

Compared to thirty years ago, Mel now looks much more mature, but because he is a superhuman, he looks only about 26 years old.

She comes from a wealthy family and has been keeping company with various supernatural animals since graduation. She seldom participates in the life of secular society, and her character has not changed much from the past.

"Okay." Tilan also stopped, and then the two of them took the ice cream maker off the wild boar's back and placed it on the lawn.

"Then there's the ice and drink maker, and the small table we'll use." Mel said with a little joy, her long dark purple hair tied into a single strand in front of her.

"The kids will be here soon, so we must prepare today's ice cream and popsicles. Oh, and we also need to make a price list. After all, Tilan said that not everything can be free." "That's right." Tilan followed her and got busy. Today she was wearing a light sportswear and a ring-shaped sun hat on her head, so no one could tell that she was the famous singer of the Federation.

Half an hour later, a group of children, led by their teacher, came to the grass to play. Several of them saw the ice cream stand there and ran over immediately.

"Wow, there's ice cream, Lily, look~"

"I saw it, hum, no need for you to remind me."

"Let's go eat."

"Go, go, go~" Several children gathered around Tilan.

"I want... cranberry flavor." A child put his hands on the edge of the table.

"I like the purple vanilla flavor."

"No problem, just wait a moment." The black-haired girl behind the table raised her finger, blinked her purple eyes quickly, and then made the ice cream with brisk movements, adding fruits and chocolate chips to the ice cream according to their requests.

After receiving the ice cream, the sweaty children sat on the grass and enjoyed it happily.

"What is that? Is it a pig?" One of the children then noticed the big wild boar behind the various facilities in the stall.

At this time, the brown-haired wild boar had taken off its backpack and was lying under a tree to rest, grunting occasionally.

"It's a pig, but aren't all pigs white?" Several children looked over.

"There are black pigs, too. I've seen them in games."

As they spoke, they walked over curiously, but did not dare to get too close.

Mel was free now. She came to the big wild boar in a breathable long skirt, touched its head (actually its cheek), then took out an apple and stuffed it into the wild boar's mouth.

After a while, the big boar ate the apple like a small candy, and then rubbed Mel.

"Be good and don't scare anyone." Mel stroked the baby with a smile, then waved to the children not far away.

"This is the first time I've seen such a big pig. I've only seen it through videos before," said one of the children.

“There aren’t many wild animals here.”

"Is it big sister's pet?" One of the children walked over carefully.

"Yes, if you want to touch it, you need to be gentle, or comb its hair, it will like it very much."

"Okay~" Hearing that they could get closer, the children became happy again. They walked over with small steps and gently touched the wild boar weighing several tons with their hands that were smaller than a pig's trotter.

For this brown-haired wild boar, such a touch was not even a tickle. It just took a look and then squinted its eyes and continued to sleep.

Although the big wild boar didn't care, the children seemed to have found a treasure. They felt endless fun in this simple touch. They exchanged the small combs and tried them one by one.

On the other side, Tilan, who had finished her work, turned around. She walked briskly across the grass in her sandals, then simply tied her long hair behind her head and walked closer with a dashing posture.

"Do you like wild boars? You can come and touch them tomorrow."

"really?"

"Yes, we will come here in the next few days." The black-haired, purple-eyed girl smiled as she bent down, picked up a child, and placed him on the back of the wild boar.

"Wow, it's so hot and there's hair." The child was amazed at everything beneath him. The hardness and touch of the hair fibers were like another new continent.

Yes, things that seem commonplace to adults are a whole new and vast world to children who have never experienced them.

"Me, I want to play too." Seeing the child being carried on the wild boar's back, another little girl with dark purple hair also raised her hand enviously.

"Yeah, no problem." The girl took her hand and placed it on the wild boar's back.

In this way, a group of children played and played, and only after a while did they reluctantly return and leave until the teacher called them.

In the following time, Tilan and Mel packed up the ice cream machine they had brought and placed it on the wild boar's back, preparing to return.

But at this time, the teacher who had been busy taking care of other children came over.

"Hello." The young female teacher was wearing a long snow-colored dress.

"I'm the teacher of the group of children just now. My name is He Xin." She first introduced herself, and then asked about the two people's origins.

"We are also residents who followed Lord Tilan here. We are currently doing some odd jobs to make money." Mel introduced himself.

"Did you raise that big wild boar too?" The teacher was curious when he saw the wild boar carrying goods beside the two men.

"Yes, I'm a breeder and I have many extraordinary animals." Mel continued to nod.

"I see. Actually, I want to take the children to know more about real animals. However, this is the world of the Mechanical Council and there are almost no wild animals. So I would like to ask you for a favor." She thought of something.

"If that's your request, we can help." A black-haired, purple-eyed girl walked over.

"We have all kinds of them. Of course, you have to buy our ice cream too." She shook her finger.

"Haha, that's no problem." The teacher nodded with a smile. In fact, ice cream was not expensive, and in today's world, there were not many places to spend money. She thought that the two of them were doing this out of interest.

After that, the three of them talked for a while, then said goodbye and parted.

On the way, Tilan talked with Mel.

"The kids are so cute." Mel recalled the scene.

"Yes." Tilan's eyes were attracted by the falling leaves on the street.

"Some of these children are not human." She suddenly talked about the scene she had just seen.

"Ah, I didn't recognize it." Mel was surprised.

"They are not human children, but they are similar. They are all immature mechanical life forms. This is an experiment. We deliberately slow down the process of mechanical life forms' cognitive construction outside the laboratory and gain knowledge through continuous observation and summary."

"We don't know what life should be like, so we follow the historical experience and carry it out again." Tilan recalled the original intention of this plan.

“Perhaps according to the truth of the world, life is not necessary and not precious. We are just a flash of light, and the universe has no special place for us.”

“Therefore, we cannot find the support for the inevitable existence of life in truth and law. We can only continue the path we were born on and rekindle the spark once again.”

"The moment the spark gained consciousness, the desire to continue was born, and life began to exist in this world."

"Although I cannot point out the future path for the mechanical life forms, when they choose to save themselves instead of allowing themselves to collapse and be destroyed, their lives are truly born."

"Because they want to survive, whether it's to continue working, to experience more, or to grow more."

"They were born into this world the moment a line of code decided that continuing was more valuable than self-destruction."

(End of this chapter)