Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

A quiet piano room, windows decorated with curtains, a clear sky, and the wind passing through the piano room.

A pair of slender fingers danced on the keys, and the pressed notes were struck, and the metal sounds of steel strings tightened one after another, converging together into a continuous musical sound.

The melody goes from gentle at the beginning, to low in the middle, then bursts out at the end, and finally the musical notes pop out tightly, converging into a vast river, until the last note pops out, it stops abruptly, and only the sound remains.

The room was quiet again, and the figure sitting by the piano stood up. She had black hair combed into complicated and beautiful hair accessories, among which were embellished with pearl hair accessories. She was wearing a black dress with layered lace, slightly Conservative and elegant, revealing the beautiful figure.

"Dolores plays really well. Listening to it is like being in the sea in a storm. There is a kind of tension and high spirits that are gradually rising." The girl sitting on the other side of the room spoke. She also has black hair and is wearing Daisy blue dress.

The two stood by the window looking at the early autumn scenery outside. It was autumn in February in the South District 1, and the orange red, emerald green, and light yellow leaves intertwined with each other, embellishing the scenery under the blue sky.

"Has Tilan ever studied music? I see that you are no stranger to music scores." Dolores spoke again.

"I know a little violin, but I didn't bring it with me today." The girl shook her head, and the two quietly enjoyed the rare leisure afternoon.

"Tonight, the 'Hat and Dagger' club is going to compete with the 'Meteor Gun' club in Thunderstorm Academy, will Tilan go to see it?"

"I will go. President Amors has already told me that even if you fail, you must learn from it. You cannot waste this opportunity."

"It seems that he is determined to help you up, and he doesn't even consider other candidates." Dolores turned her head and looked at the familiar but unfamiliar girl beside her.

"I always feel that Tilan still has a lot of secrets hidden from me."

"Well, there are some secrets." The girl admitted helplessly, shaking the hair at the back of her head slightly.

"It's a very troublesome secret. Sometimes I get annoyed, and occasionally I give up on myself. I feel that I am too far away from that goal."

"Is it because you feel that you are not capable enough?" Dolores was very interested.

"Yes, it's not the romantic era of heroism in the past. Even if the individual is strong, many general trends and social problems cannot be solved well."

"Is Tilan worried about economic and institutional matters? This is rare, and most high school students don't think about it."

"Yes, I'm afraid I will be laughed at by everyone. Sometimes I feel that I am worrying and looking for troubles, but both reason and intuition tell me faintly that I must grow up as soon as possible and find a way to change. There will be many irreparable regrets." The girl stood quietly in the wind, her hair and dress swaying gently, after she accepted the behest of Isainessa and Emuraline, she gradually understood that sooner or later she would step into the on a path similar to theirs.

Since fate has given her such a rich gift, if she only thinks about herself and stays alone in the tree hole in the setting sun, she will feel uneasy. Out of some simple desire, she wants to repay this expectation. A beautiful last wish.

Although the current federation seems to be still prosperous and large, many problems have gradually become terminally ill. It is only because the federation maintains a strong force that many problems have been suppressed.

The development model of the capital plutocrats is naturally conducive to profitability. They will definitely make more money than the bottom and have a stronger ability to resist risks. In the long run, the polarization between the rich and the poor is inevitable. The poor get poorer and the rich get richer.

However, the sale of goods, or the profit of a company, ultimately needs to be supported by consumption. No matter what kind of consumption it is, it needs a large population to support it. But when the bottom line earns less and less profit, life becomes more and more difficult Consumption will inevitably continue to decline.

Consumption declines, commodity demand decreases, it seems that the capital of the upper class will suffer losses, but the lower class will also be hit harder, such as employment is more severe, and the unemployment population continues to rise. The increase in the number of unemployed people will also lead to a simultaneous decline in the wages of the employees, because of the famous saying, "If you don't do it, people will do it."

When the economic environment is bad, the competition between people intensifies, and anxiety will spread throughout the society. This kind of anxiety will also squeeze out the free space in the brain. It is difficult for people to calm down and immerse themselves in a story, to learn a certain knowledge in depth , can only constantly use various stimuli to numb themselves, they will become more concerned about face, more sensitive, and more prone to violent mood swings.

It is also because of the spread of this anxiety that various unscrupulous profit models will gradually be developed, and people will worship money and power even more. Even if the means are immoral, they will also be worshiped by some people, thinking that this is the so-called "the strong eat the weak". 'Of course'.

Once this trend prevails, it will break the moral shackles of the original society and make more people start to be immoral. The result is that suspicion and distrust will gradually spread, which will further stimulate anxiety.

Children from wealthy families don’t have to worry about these things because of their family background. They will be more stable and stable, and they will be more likely to grow up in certain industries, which will further widen the division of society.

The same is true for the practice of Transcendental Sequences. When a person is always troubled by various trivial matters in life, his spirit is anxious, which is fine at ordinary times. At the moment of advanced stage, which requires a high degree of concentration and a stable state of mind, different results will be produced .

Geniuses and a small number of determined people may not need to consider this, but the vast majority of people are not geniuses. Under this influence, even extraordinary power, which is originally relatively equal and can change the way out of the future, is gradually affected by wealth. Influence, better resources, better mentor assistance, better mentality, etc., were originally used to break the shackles of the mighty force, but now they have become new shackles, making many people discouraged.

Listening to Tilan slowly telling what she had seen and heard, and still having many thoughts in her heart, Dolores walked over and hugged her gently.

"It must be very tiring to think about so many problems."

"We are just mortals, so we don't need to worry about these problems that only gods can solve." She gently stroked the other person's back and hair.

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"Yes! That's right! Only the gods can solve the current situation!"

In an underground meeting place, tens of thousands of people gathered, and the only light gathered on the high platform. A man was shouting crazily, with an excited and immersed expression.

"I can't sink like this anymore! Countless people are suffering, Isainessa's ideals are being tarnished, Emuraline's legacy is being forgotten, and human civilization is coming to an end!"

"We, you, are all victims of this world! Why don't you change everything, why don't you pray for the real gods to come!"

The atmosphere in the scene gradually became agitated, and some people in the audience screamed and shouted in response.

"Recall quickly! Recall the great sage, the morning star who came into the world, the guiding light of mankind, the eternal cradle wings, and the miraculous crown thousands of years ago!"

"We need a new throne of gods, and the mighty crown of gods that rises from the end of the throne!"

"The Federation deceived us, they all deceived us, fabricated lies to deceive us, so that we dare not touch the miraculous crown that once pushed mankind to its peak, what's the 'dark sun', what is the 'dark past' of the fifth era , Those are just to scare us, we dare not think about the mighty power that once changed the entire galaxy!"

"Yes, I hate religious worship, and I hate making a unified voice in order to fit in, but! We are so weak that we can only let them bully us."

"We have to unite, we must unite, for our own future, for the future of mankind, for the future of the whole world."

"That's right, we want to revive the dust-covered throne of God, we violate the taboos set by the Federation and even the Pan-Human Alliance, we rebuild our miracle star, we change everything today!!"

"Rise up the throne, stand up and sing, under that bright light, whether it's you, me, or anyone! Will be connected to that sacred resonance, our voices, our wills, our prayers, All will respond to it, resounding through the galaxy!"

"Tamp down the decadent system, overthrow those greedy giants, and knock down those proud heads who spurned us. If the world doesn't need us, then we will destroy the world!!!"

In the end, his voice was hoarse, like a cry of blood, and a huge sound wave that toppled the dome erupted from the audience.

"The Throne of God!"

"The Crown of God!"

"The Throne of God!"

"The Crown of God!"

"The Throne of God!"

"The Crown of God!"

The sound is endless, so long, so crazy, and so sad.