Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Sitting in the hall of the Titan Flagship, the ground was completely covered by an intricate Brand Magic Circle. Glimmering silver roses and snowflake patterns traced elegant beams of light. Many elf song priestesses standing in the hall prayed together, their bodies also emitting a faint silver halo, blending with the ice elf song priestess on the throne, sharing the immense mental shock slowly descending from the Aijieka Sea.

At this moment, complex symbols rotated in Ores' pupils, and brilliant silver threads of light drifted from her forehead.

Countless voices traversed the distant Star Sea, reaching her mind. Among them were blessings, hopes, complaints, irritations, hatred, sorrow, and more — not all of the supplicants bore goodwill. Even among Ores' devout followers, thoughts varied, projecting all sorts of subconscious emotions, intentionally or unintentionally.

This feedback from prayers mixed with various spirits and emotions impacted Ores' soul consciousness. The more complex and conflicting the emotions, the harder they were to reconcile.

Compared to the generally united Western Star Region, which had common goals and aspirations, the Federation Central Star Domain, despite its larger and wealthier population, had more conflicts and mutual distrust. It was a place where interests converged and where human struggle was at its peak. Everyone had their own desires and thoughts, making harmonizing these complex emotions increasingly difficult.

"Cough—"

Ores' face turned pale, large beads of sweat continuously rolled down her forehead. Her body began to tremble, shaking uncontrollably as if suffering from some terrible illness.

At this moment, she couldn't even maintain a normal sitting position. Her body twisted involuntarily, as if trying to dissipate the pain that felt like tearing apart her consciousness through some extreme discomfort.

The thoughts and emotions of countless individuals flooded into her mind, as if tens of thousands of people were talking to her simultaneously. Each person poured out their emotions, entangling her and demanding a response. Gradually, Ores could no longer maintain rationality; even memories of her past life started to collapse. She began to confuse which were her own memories and which were others', and the part of 'self' within her was starting to disintegrate.

"Hi, Alisa, just stay there, okay? Mom will be back soon." She stood behind the glass door, that familiar silhouette receding, then the sky slowly darkened, silent and lonely.

"I told you, don't come looking for me in the future, just consider me dead!" In front of a flashing-lit shopping plaza, a young couple argued, and finally, one of them walked away in anger.

"Haha, look at her, she's like a kitten crawling out of the water." A group of children surrounded, pouring cold water from a flask over her, the chilling sensation stabbing the heart.

"Didn't you love 'Lagertis' family's cotton candy the most? Grandma bought it for you, eat it quickly." In the sunset, the child held the pink and blue cotton candy, looking at the blurred figure in front, licking it in small bites.

"I'm going to kill you!" In the dimly lit dance hall, two young people grappled with each other, one taunting and laughing while the other had a twisted face full of rage but couldn't break free from the surrounding holds and restraints.

"Salary's coming tomorrow, will you accompany me?" On the balcony in the night, there was only a hoarse echo on the other end of the terminal.

"It's okay, don't cry, sister will buy it for you." Holding the torn clothes, the child sobbed with tears in their eyes, nestled in the familiar embrace.

"I told you, you would definitely succeed." After climbing to the mountaintop, the raised thumb was like a warm iron, smoothing over the original bitterness.

"After that, they never met again, each lived out the rest of their 50 years." At the end of the movie, scenes like old photos slowly scrolled across, the two seemingly separated like worlds apart, each performing different snippets.

"Today is your first day at school, what's your name?" In the classroom, the teacher and a class full of students were watching you.

"I am... I am..."

One different face after another, one familiar name after another flashed by, each seemed real, each seemed incomplete. These countless fragments stitched together, forming a colorful but chaotic world.

Everything in front of her seemed like overlapping shadows, countless indistinct figures talking to her. Ores, in a daze, stood up and then fell to the ground. Though lying face down on the ground, it felt as though she was endlessly falling, leaving her utterly bewildered, with nowhere to place her arms and legs. The originally beautiful appearance and clothes lost their proper grace, becoming utterly disheveled.

In the throne hall, the surrounding elf song priestesses clustered around trying to help Ores up. Yet at this moment, she couldn't hear any sound at all, only fearfully avoiding every figure.

In the Star Sea space, the brilliant silver threads of light extending from the Aijieka Sea continuously gathered, gradually ascending, forming the silhouette of a crown. Then the majestic silver crown's phantom slowly appeared.

But this scene lasted only a few seconds before the entire crown's phantom became increasingly faint, with the internal threads of light gradually losing control and scattering, while at this moment the Western Star Region's United Fleet was already poised to strike.

Under the blessing of the Solar Crowns, a magnificent torrent of particles erupted from the fleet formation, illuminating the entire Star Sea in an instant. This surging salvo shattered the defense barriers constructed by the Sixth Fleet, piercing through the starships within the formation, while a large concentration of firepower also focused towards the Titan Flagship at the center of the fleet formation.