Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The copper bullet spiraled out after passing through the rifling, hitting the shoulder of the black 'beast', drawing some blood, but it did not cause a fatal wound; instead, it further aggravated the beast's ferocity.

At this moment, Tilan could clearly observe the beast's condition. It was the size of a common lion or tiger, weighing over 400 pounds, covered in gray-blue fur, light at the bottom and dark on top, with black spots. Although its limbs and claws were as sturdy and powerful as those of a lion or tiger, its head was particularly wolf-like, with a bear-like white scarf of fur pattern. It opened its ferocious long mouth, revealing its dark gray rock-like teeth.

"Damn it! I'm going all out with you." As he spoke, the small figure being chased dropped the gun, which he had no time to fire a second shot with, pulled out a short gun from his waist, and stabbed at the black beast rushing at him.

This is... Tilan watched as the ordinary short gun in the distance instantly became sharp, like gray iron, the tip of the gun piercing along the beast's open teeth, crashing into the throat, while the beast's rock-like teeth bit into the small individual's arm, breaking a few fragments, and the remaining parts embedded deeply, twisting its head to pull and tear.

The man and beast stalemated for a few seconds. Then, the small figure, despite the injury, held the short gun in his hand again, deeply piercing through the back of the beast's head, finally killing it.

"Hmph." The small figure groaned in pain, slowly pulling his arm out from the beast's mouth, then took out some medicinal powder and poured it simply into the wound to stop the bleeding, finally catching his breath.

But the good times didn't last long. A series of rustling sounds echoed through the woods, followed by long howls, similar to wolves. Responses resounded one after another from afar.

It seemed that there were far more beasts pursuing him, and these beasts had intelligence far surpassing ordinary animals, not natural creations.

"Damn!" she shouted the unknown exclamation again, then picked up the nearby gun to flee, and the direction coincidentally somewhat overlapped with Tilan's.

If she doesn't show up now, the other party might lead the black beasts towards Ores; Tilan decided to come out to stop her.

She proactively walked out, preparing to speak with the person, but didn't expect such an appearance would terrify the small figure, who nearly screamed and ran away, even ready to retaliate with her gun.

"I have no malice, just want to ask for directions." Hearing this, the other party's eyes showed a moment's surprise, relaxing slightly but still cautiously retreating. However, there wasn't much leeway to engage in conversation because the pursuing black 'beasts' had already spotted her.

Three similar black 'beasts' dashed out from the woods, starting to accelerate, running towards the small figure. During this, one of them also noticed Tilan, but unexpectedly didn't focus on her and pursued the small figure with full force.

"You pack of wild dogs, you think you can take my life? We Iron Core Species are not to be messed with." She yelled to encourage herself, then pulled out her backpack. A signal flare wobbled into the sky.

Then followed a few gunshots, continually aiming at the pursuing beasts. Afterward, she skillfully picked up the gun stock, threw it deliberately for a running beast to bite and block its mouth, then picked up the short gun at hand, aiming once more at the attacking beast, precisely piercing its throat. Her skills and experience were seasoned, but even so, the last black tooth beast bit her pants leg, knocking her over, and then the three tooth beasts were ready to tear her apart.

At this moment, Tilan finally made a move. She tried to act gently to avoid tearing internal wounds, and then the branches accurately pierced the throats of the three beasts, causing them immense pain, with dark blood dribbling from their mouths, and they looked at Tilan, then turned and fled, having no intention of combat whatsoever as they left.

"Huff, huff..." Only then did the small figure stand up.

"Who are you?" She slowly gathered her weapon, now slightly lowering her guard.

"I am... accidentally fell here, not sure which Star Domain this is?"

"Star Domain? What a strange naming method, this is the forest southwest of the Gray Tomb Wilderness, you can't be from the Gray Tomb Wilderness, right?"

"Uh, seems like it, is there something different there?"

"The geomagnetic there is special, many falling meteors land there, the ground is full of rocks, impossible to live on, though there's no pollution, there's no food or water, therefore no one is willing to stay there."

"You're dressed so well, you must be a young lady from a major faction out here for leisure." She looked at Tilan's black dress with white edges and guessed.

Thinking for a moment, Tilan replied, "The vehicle my friends and I were on crashed, and now I desperately want to find a densely populated place. Can you take me there?"

"That's difficult, because this area is very barren, and settlements are particularly sparse. The nearest stronghold should be the 'Shilin Mountain Castle' of the Grey Feather Species 300 miles away. They are known for their fairness and unity, having gathered many small factions around to form a loose alliance."

"Wait, isn't the Grey Feather Species the one that resembles insects in youth, undergoes complete transformation in adulthood, and excels at concealing their aura and form?" Tilan recalled the history she read in the library.

"Oh, it seems you're quite knowledgeable. Indeed, have you met them before? I've heard the Grey Feather Species is quite rare in other places."

After listening, Tilan shook her head, "I've only learned about them through books."

However, according to Federation records, the 'Grey Feather Species' was massacred by the 'Phantom-Eyed Race' led by Dark Sun · Diluxili after being defeated by Dark Sun Roland. During those early years, the inactive Dark Sun · Diluxili and her 'Phantom-Eyed Race' steadfastly guarded the legacy of ancient humanity. Before the Phantom-Eyed Race, possessing seven fundamental color perceptions, the 'Grey Feather Species' concealment abilities were useless, making them nearly natural enemies.

The two conversed for some time more, but considering the delay might cause Ores to worry, Tilan asked the other to wait at the spot temporarily, then went under a tree to find Ores and brought her along.

Upon seeing Ores, the small-statured person expressed surprise.

"So beautiful, even more attractive than the 'Charm Form Race' on the market. No wonder you are worried about her." Compared to common species, Ores' long silver hair was particularly eye-catching.

"Her pointed ears and silver hair resemble the 'Silver Wings', though she lacks wings. It's said that the 'Silver Wings' with silver hair and silver eyes, bearing wings on their back, are an extremely rare and powerful species." The small-statured one shared their insights.

"What you've described seems to be all newborn races, aren't there any traditional humans around here?" Tilan cautiously inquired.

"Oh, you mean the ancient humans? There are some, but their numbers are few. Nowadays, it's hard to even call them the original humans." The other's words carried a faint mockery.

"Since you saved me, I promise to help you, guiding you on the route to 'Shilin Mountain Castle'. But it's quite far, and you might need to temporarily stay at our settlement for a couple of days."

"Settlement?"

"Yes, you definitely are a young lady who never ventured out, aren't you? Completely unaware of the outside world. We, the various species living on the land, often have to migrate to evade the Reapers of the Mechanical Council, and commonly form these small settlements. Usually, they are made up of individuals from the same species, but often also include diverse species working together to survive."

"When you venture outside, if you see those war machine-like nomads advancing, be sure to keep your distance. For thousands of years, these minions of the Mechanical Council have split and multiplied, following their set programmed personalities, to search every corner of the world, aiming solely to slay us."

"They are utterly vile entities. Many of my family members died under their scythes and gun barrels. These war machines consume our flesh and blood, burning it as fuel, leaving no trace behind."

"Ever since the Holy Sun Hephaestus was extinguished, our ancestors have struggled on this planet, but our Iron Core Species have exceptionally high talents. Almost every stronghold welcomes us, hehe." She said while tapping the plate on her chest.

"Everyone needs blazing iron and steel, and our talent is refining the finest, sturdiest metal, forging great paths."

"May Hephaestus guide you, making you as strong and resilient as I am."