Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

From a high altitude overlook, below was a hellish scene, countless corpses and mechanical wreckage piled up. The once beautiful Angels resembled shredded rag dolls, with scattered limbs and flesh randomly strewn about, scorched black smoke and lingering dark red sparks adorned the land.

To quickly annihilate this planet fostering newborn races, in the late stages of the war, starships in space conducted radiation bombardments to destroy the planet's environment, dazzling streams of light poured over the earth, evaporating the original oceans, submerging numerous lands in boiling tides, while the radiation's contamination also destroyed the genes of most creatures on the ground, even the plants were nearly wiped out.

"I don't know what happened later, because during the descent operation I got injured, and mid-term, my companions temporarily placed me in this base for repair. This process was supposed to end in 1-2 months, but after falling into sleep, I was never awakened. Once I woke up this time, the atomic clock reminded me that over a thousand years had passed."

"Weren't you afraid of the manifestation of the Black Sun during the battles?" Tilan thought of this question.

"Don't worry, because during the conquest, there were 43 battlefields going on simultaneously, distributed across various Star Domains and planets. If they appeared here, they would lose more important nodes, so our sacrifice was worth it." Loloria replied.

43 battlefields meant that the Mechanical Council had deployed at least hundreds of billions of Mechanical Combat Units; according to Loloria's description, this wasn't even the limit of the Mechanical Council at the time. Yet this mighty Mechanical Council ultimately was defeated, strangled and annihilated by four Black Suns. Hexia could not imagine to what extent war in that era had developed, near abandonment of all moral principles and ethical constraints, human civilization ran blindly down a path of mutual destruction like a runaway horse.

With such thoughts in mind, Hexia was somewhat absent-minded during dinner later, with images and words still swirling in her mind.

Once dinner was finished, and everyone sat down to rest, they began to discuss their exploration this time.

"I didn't expect Miss Hexia's origin to be so special." Flan stroked his chin, seemingly having guessed the identity of the girl as an original human.

"What identity?" Sherry still seemed confused, as Tilan and Loloria battled, he had already passed out, so he didn't understand the specifics.

"It's good you don't know," Flan teased, smiling without explanation.

"Regardless of Hexia's identity, she saved me and the boss Elk, so she's a friend; that won't change." Sura didn't care much.

"As for me, I won't ask much." Guy wasn't the rigid type and didn't care about the massive conflict between newborn races and original humans, since in this era, just surviving is good enough, why burden oneself with such deep-seated enmity?

As the main two spokespersons of the settlement expressed their views, Sherry, being a new member, didn't probe too much, especially since Hexia saved him, else he would be disabled for life, and here, being disabled is akin to being dead.

The issues concerning identity were temporarily set aside by the group, and their topic shifted back to the relic itself.

"I don't mind taking back some of the aging damaged chip components to exchange for useful materials." Flan spoke up.

"The Slami Association buys these things, whatever you want, you can also tell me."

"I want a set of lightweight and decent protective armor." Sherry was the first to speak.

"I actually quite want a high-grade machine tool, so many things can be made." Sura thought it over.

"As for me..." Guy pondered, glanced at the battle bow that had long been unused beside him.

"Get me a good long-range weapon."

"OK, these are all doable." Flan recorded everyone's needs.

"And Miss Hexia, what would you like?" Flan turned his gaze to the girl staring dazily at the flame.

"I..." The girl awakened.

"If there was a world map, and a chronicle of this planet, that would be great."

"That really hits the pain point, in fact, the Association sent us out precisely for these two things." Flan smiled and shook his head.

"I can think of a way for the map, but as for the chronicle, Miss Hexia may have to personally visit the Association's headquarters on the Southern Continent to borrow it."

"I believe the chief will welcome you."

In everyone's mind at this moment, the black-haired girl was not an ordinary person, likely the core heir of some major power, given her exhibited strength and knowledge weren't achievable by mere self-study.

In terms of combat power alone, it's feared that no one within hundreds of miles could defeat her.

"If there's an opportunity later, I will visit." Tilan temporarily put aside guesses about the true situation of the Fifth Epoch.

After a night's rest, the next day everyone cleared out valuable items from the relics, Loloria helped a lot with this process, after all, it was where she lived previously.

'Can the wings be repaired?' Tilan asked concerned, looking at the steel wings removed from Loloria's back.

"Fully repairing them is difficult; the components here are incomplete, many are also aged." Loloria shook her head.

"However, wings are not essential parts, we also mount different components based on combat needs, not having wings just reduces air combat capability."