Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 1408 73: The Young Man Named Qin Lun (Part 2)

At night, Tilan finished her shower and leaned on the bed, her mind still swirling with the recording she heard during the day, and everything that happened on the spaceship.

During the darkest times of the Fifth Epoch, the π Mechanical Council members struggled to survive, enduring various hardships. Through continuous observation of the Black Sun and research exploration, they finally pieced together a brand new Throne of God plan.

If the accident on the spaceship hadn't occurred, would the members of the π Mechanical Council have worked together to create a new future? Tilan pondered the possibility of this path.

Yet even she felt that this path ultimately wouldn't be optimistic.

Indeed, the π Mechanical Council could create new Solar Crowns, perhaps even unify multiple Suns to confront and eliminate the Black Suns that once lurked in the Milky Way, but what then, after defeating the enemy?

Would the Suns of the Mechanical Council self-destruct and return power to all ordinary members? Just thinking about it, one knows this isn't realistic.

Firstly, human nature is hard to bear, and secondly, can they maintain the personalities formed during those fleeting moments after becoming Divines?

Furthermore, if they truly all self-destruct like Saints, what will the Mechanical Council use to suppress and resist when new Black Suns appear in the Milky Way again?

It's conceivable that these Suns won't dissipate, they'll only bring about the next Fifth Epoch, perpetuating this darkness, with countless creatures merely becoming numb nourishment for the Black Suns, devoid of vitality and life.

A long sigh disperses in the room, Tilan shakes her head, trying to awaken from the deep meditation, as she reaches for the four special crystals she picked up during the day.

The Songstress's Talent allows her to sense the heavy emotional residue on these crystals, and her own Space-Time Authority enables Tilan to attempt to glimpse past memory fragments through them.

Let's start with this crystal, she takes out the blue one among them, gently placing it against her forehead.

Golden sand grains diffuse, everything around her seems to enter a state of Static, invisible ripples soften the surrounding space and time, and the delicate Light Sand within emerges, reverses again, and shrinks back into the small crystal.

Countless light and shadows retrace through the girl's mind, a bizarre world, one strange and fleeting face after another, countless odd and twisted images.

Finally, everything in the view freezes in an instant.

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Sparse water sounds, moist droplets fall from the face, then are roughly wiped off by the fingers, ta raising his head.

This should be the bathroom; through the simple mirror before her, Tilan sees her current appearance, a somewhat weak and scholarly youth.

Feeling the chest pocket of the shirt, she takes out a pair of glasses and puts them on, then the world becomes much clearer, as if entering a high-definition image, giving comfort.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Tilan feels somewhat relaxed and stable, and the glasses on her nose bridge are like a shield, protecting her, isolating outside malice.

This mindset, she experienced similar scenarios in junior high school, very relatable.

After tidying her appearance, she picks up the record board placed far from the wash basin, the youth walks out of the bathroom, traversing brightly lit corridors, seeing many researchers clad in white outerwear along the way, who should be formal members here, while the plain shirt he wears indicates he hasn't yet gained such status qualification.

After several minutes of walking, he arrives at an office, pausing his steps, hesitates for a few seconds, and then gently knocks on the door.

"Come in." A steady and clear voice comes from inside.

Pushing open the door, the youth walks in somewhat awkwardly and tensely, seeing the elderly man sitting behind the office desk.

"Hello, Professor Helang, I'm a student applying to be your graduate student, Qin Lun." Saying his name, he speaks unclear words, probably because he says it too quickly, wanting to skip over it.

"That's a very nice name, Qin Lun, it reminds me of an ancient physicist, Röntgen." The elderly man seemingly notices the youth's tension, replying with a relaxed demeanor, putting the youth somewhat at ease.

"Have a seat; I've looked at your application, the paper is well written too, seems you've put in a lot of effort academically, such meticulous perseverance is rare among your peers."

"Thank you, Professor Helang." The youth straightens his back.

"No need to thank me, it's too early to say these things now, even if I agree, your qualification must be assessed by the committee. Currently, the Mechanical Council has tight finances, and fewer formal member positions are being allocated to our research institute."

"Oh right, you seem new here, probably haven't eaten yet, I'll take you to the staff cafeteria for lunch, they have delicious Earth-era dishes, like potato stew with meat, I know no one who dislikes it."

"Hmm, thank you, Teacher Helang."

The youth nods again, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the bookshelf behind the elderly man, displaying many books related to entomology, the yellowed corners indicate these books aren't decorative but genuinely read.

Teacher Helang, once a noted entomological researcher, pioneered genetic drafting and created several useful new-style insects, was invited eight years ago to join the A8951 research institute, beginning exploration and research on the Throne of God project, as the youth recalls the pre-prepared information in his mind.

Then the light and shadow in his view become hazy, fading, only vaguely remembering the delicious potato stew with meat eaten at noon that day, while the process becomes blurry.

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Years pass fleetingly, as Tilan sees her appearance in the mirror, her demeanor already noticeably changed.

The once tousled hair is neatly trimmed and spirited, the youth's glasses reflect light from above, his eyes are cold, wearing the research institute's formal member uniform, his freshly washed fingers are long, the joints clean and strong, good for holding scalpels and tools.

Taking a tissue from the wash basin to clean his fingers, the discarded paper tosses into the trash bin, the youth clamps the record board, his steps efficiently and rapidly traverse the corridor, he skillfully brushes past the members here, maintaining basic nodding interaction, then continues thrusting into tight work, resembling a meticulous machine.

But surely this day holds something special; otherwise, it wouldn't have been deeply imprinted in memory.

Returning to Professor Helang's office, today there are two unfamiliar figures added here, a man is talking with Helang, from his military uniform, he should be a combat personnel of the Mechanical Council, and in the corner of the office's sofa sits a girl holding a backpack, tense and anxious, her timid appearance reminds the youth of himself from years ago.

Feeling a mix of sympathy and disdain, he glances more at the girl and then walks toward Professor Helang.

"I'll leave Sailian in your care, Professor Helang," the man says, then calls the girl over.

"Come, this will be your mentor henceforth."

"Teacher Helang." The girl timidly speaks.

To this, Helang's expression is somewhat helpless, but the firm brows don't entirely soften.

"I still have to remind you that the final decision lies not with me; she must still pass the institute's review."

"I know, I know, but she's my comrade's only daughter, so, please, Professor Helang." The man bows, forming a 90-degree angle.

Such solemn courtesy renders Professor Helang's last sigh silent, agreeing to try to help, making the girl his official apprentice.

"Qin Lun, she's Sailian; it'll probably be troublesome for you to look after her for a period," Helang finds him alone afterward to instruct.

"I understand, Teacher." The youth nods, his demeanor still indifferent.

Regarding his proud apprentice, Professor Helang is evidently reassured and satisfied. No longer did he worry about Sailian's life, handing everything over to Qin Lun for management, and for Qin Lun, his junior sister's arrival clearly disrupted his previously orderly life and work.

He understands Sailian's timidity, weakness, and anxiety, but deeply loathes such a bothersome personality, just as he once loathed his own timid self.

This unpredictably emotional and vulnerable personality requires extra energy and time, which is precisely an essential resource in his work and career that he must carefully utilize.

If only everyone could be as meticulous and durable as a machine, the world would be a perfectly constructed symphony of truth, all highly efficient and orderly, devoid of noise and surprises, where every scale hits precisely as it should.

He doesn't dislike Sailian, merely loathes the bothersome need for care and understanding she exudes.

He doesn't dislike humans, merely abhors the various chaotic emotions inherent to human nature.

This world needs to be governed by calmness and rationality.