Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 1409 - 74: The Girl Who Makes Wishes in Candlelight

The blue crystal gradually dimmed, and the girl awoke from a dream over two thousand years old.

Supporting her somewhat fatigued, dizzy forehead, Tilan leaned against the bedhead to recover a bit, then glanced at the remaining three crystals.

Unexpectedly, before becoming the Black Sun, Amorrenqin was merely a research apprentice; apparently, the other Black Suns were that old professor Helang and the junior schoolmate Sailian.

Eager to understand the origins of the Silver Wings now, even though she was a bit weary, Tilan mustered her spirits, took out the silver crystal, and immersed herself in it.

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The black world, where everything was silent.

A soft beep echoed in the darkness, then a door’s outline appeared and subsequently opened.

The entering figure turned on the light, saw herself sitting in the living room, bent down, and patted her head.

"Why didn’t Sailian turn on the light? Sitting here alone, aren’t you scared?" She couldn’t distinguish the person’s features, probably the owner of this memory couldn’t recall either.

Amid the haziness, Tilan felt as if she stood up and said something, feeling somewhat elated and happy inside, she then began following that person around the room, entering the kitchen and living room alongside and finally sitting at the table for dinner.

After these activities, she contentedly returned to the bedroom, gradually entered a dream state, and fell asleep.

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Waking up once more, the house felt somewhat cold and her stature seemed to have grown considerably, at least able to sit comfortably in a chair at the dining table and gaze directly at the empty seat opposite.

Dining alone, she wandered through the empty house, in and out of vacant rooms, finally sitting in the study, clutching books worn to ragged edges as she unfolded them.

The time slipped by in a daze, and when she raised her head once more, she had arrived at someplace entirely unfamiliar.

Sitting by the window of the shuttlecraft, she carefully examined the outside world; it was quite a cool-toned planet, with the land covered in monotonous silver-white rocky soil, and the shuttlecraft cautiously landed within a ring-shaped crater. Afterwards, the floor gradually descended, delivering the shuttlecraft into a subterranean base.

The slight tremble made her instinctively grasp the armrest and chair back before her, and at that moment, a strong arm embraced her, instantly calming her down.

"It’s okay, it’ll pass soon, Sailian." The other person said reassuringly; the voice seemed familiar, easing her tension and unease.

Afterward, when the shuttlecraft came to a stable halt, she followed that figure through a lengthy tunnel full of intricate turnouts and corridors, finally meeting the old man in the office.

"From now on, Sailian will be my student." The figure announced, then the world gradually dimmed.

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Several years of learning and research life were quite stable, at least from Sailian’s perspective; she was like a diligent yet clumsy little bee, going back and forth between the laboratory and her residence, although she had no relatives here, she encountered many colleagues who were kind to her, sometimes even receiving delicious snacks and candies from some elder sisters.

Feeling the vibrant and fulfilling emotions within, the girl pushed open the laboratory door, entered the room filled with precision equipment and cold light reflections, passed the sparsely populated front hall, and headed directly to the laboratory’s depth, where security was tight. The empty hall was lined with cultivation tanks, within which floated figures resembling humans, below which were various distinct codes.

"If we also want to harness the power of the Black Sun, then unavoidably, we must create suitable species as the cornerstone to bear it all." This was the slogan proposed by Professor Helang during the meeting.

"Sailian, as my student, it’s time to start drafting and designing your first graduation thesis. Since our project group is focused on the Throne of God plan, your task is to design a newborn race capable of bearing the Black Sun."

"Of course, this project is extremely challenging for you; it’s inevitable to encounter numerous issues in your first attempt, so as long as the species you design can meet 60% of the standard requirements, you’ll be considered graduated."

"If you have any questions, you can consult your senior brother for advice; he’s not only adept at gene editing surgery but also an outstanding AI technology expert."

"Brother Qinlun, right, I understand, thank you, teacher." The girl was filled with anticipation, and this scene seemed especially etched in her memory, making it lastingly memorable.

Several months later, a cold youth wearing glasses leaned against the table, flipping through the documents in his hand, then raised his head and pushed his glasses.

"Is this the thesis report you’ve submitted?"

"...Yes... it is." Sailian answered with some anxiety and nervousness; in her eyes, this senior brother had always been rather authoritative and a brilliant genius, someone she couldn’t match.

"It’s nothing, I’m not criticizing you." Seeing Sailian’s unease, the other person sighed, put down the documents, but such a response only made Sailian feel even more anxious, for she knew when her senior brother was truly satisfied, he wouldn’t speak this way but would simply nod and reply with a hmm, and that would be it.

"...Is... there anything wrong?" She mustered the courage to ask.

After asking, the young man across didn’t immediately answer but glanced at the record board and silently tapped his fingers on the desk.

"There are some issues that need improvement." Sure enough, he commenced enumerating the shortcomings.

"You designed and edited by using the standard template given by the teacher and adding some insect elements, right?" As students of Professor Helang, they had all grasped some entomological knowledge, more or less.