Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Perhaps it is those seemingly useless things that we instinctively like that give us the courage to keep living. After all, humans are not machines; we need meaning and that world which offers us a kaleidoscope of experiences.

Suddenly, Hexia had a sort of epiphany or premonition that the future would not be as many science fiction stories suggest, where human lifestyles and architectural styles become uniform. Those brick-like, neatly arranged and splendid architectural scenes might, after briefly flourishing in the fourth epoch, never appear again.

As material wealth progressively increases, people will slowly turn to pursue their own individuality and preferences. It's actually quite understandable upon reflection; how could there be two completely identical people in the world? Therefore, everyone's character and preferences are bound to be vastly different, with some variations.

In the past, the pursuit of uniformity was to overcome harsh natural disasters and to fight and compete with enemies of different nations. Unity and consistency were necessary to ensure strength, to maintain one's dignity and interests.

However, today is already the Interstellar Era, and humanity no longer curls up on the narrow Earth for a trapped beast's struggle. We have even gradually spread our steps to other star systems.

The reasons for wars between nations have become few and far between. If it weren't for super-space technologies, it might take hundreds of years to even encounter each other. And the so-called rare resources of the past, when seen in the context of the entire universe, are not so special and have lost their eye-catching allure.

Once entering the boundless universe, it's inevitable that various decentralized ideas will spread. How to maintain vast territories and keep the nation model from crumbling apart is the greatest difficulty.

In each Stellar System, resources are mostly self-sufficient. For the people of this era, natural disasters are no longer a threat, resources are mostly abundant, and there are no longer the ethnic and national conflicts caused by limited geography. So, many people in Star Domains wonder, why should we stay within the Federation, subject to various governance and restrictions?

This question is not easy to answer. Hexia thought about it for a while and then gradually gave up, guessing that perhaps more experiences would yield an answer in the future.

Although she did not know how to answer, Hexia had a vague feeling that if the Federation really disintegrated, it would not be a good thing; instead, it would be the beginning of hell. Much violence is indeed born under the condition of absolute freedom.

The Rose Federation, despite its many shortcomings, was ultimately a stroke of luck.

The thoughts in her mind gradually faded, and Hexia continued to add a few logs to the furnace before lifting her head.

"Where are you going, Hexia?" Mel saw her add some wood and stand up, thinking Hexia was about to leave.

"I'm going to get something to roast and eat; I'm a little hungry." The girl turned her head and waved to her, signaling not to worry. Stay tuned with empire

Afterward, Hexia got some potatoes and sweet potatoes from the downstairs dining hall and her own oranges, which she placed by the small stove under the table. Some were buried in the ash layer under the stove.

"You're quite skilled at this. Can oranges really be roasted?"

"They can be roasted for a bit, but not for too long, or they'll become very sour." As she spoke, she placed the other oranges on the warm tabletop to share with her classmates.

"Ahaha, I've never eaten roasted oranges before. Let's try it today."

The lounge was filled with a bit more laughter and bustle.

The next day.

Hexia was taking care of her three Colt ducks. Now the three ducklings had grown quite a bit, and their feathers had completely turned white, so much so that a girl could hardly hold one Colt duck with one hand.

"It seems you three have gotten a bit fat" she said as she crouched on the balcony caressing the fluffy and warm feathers of the three large ducks. No wonder the stuffing for winter garments used to be duck down.

"Quack~ Quack~ Quack~" Surrounding the girl, the three big white ducks with orange flat beaks quacked as if asking her for food.

"Alright, alright, no more noise, I'll take you to the buffet soon."

The girl stroked the three ducks, feeling a bit reluctant because the end of the semester was approaching, and these three ducks would be handed in as part of her coursework. The Academy teachers would then grade her based on the ducks' growth and their training progress.

"Unknowingly, you've grown up." She reflected on how, two months ago, these little ones were following her to the pond with their wobbly steps. Now they were able to fly.

Species: Colt Duck Subspecies

Status: Healthy (Sub-adult)

Profile: Natural Sequence 2 · Swift Feather White Duck (Common Copper Grade)

Talent: [Duck Down White Feathers] (Common): Provides decent warmth and aids in flight.

Ability:

[Swift Feather] (Excellent): Feathers provide greater lift and thrust when flapping, enabling flight.

[Cold Resistance] (Common): Can live normally at temperatures above -10°.

Skill: [Flight Lv.2][Fishing Lv.1]

Just looking at the panel, it would seem quite ordinary, but if Academy teachers were to evaluate, they would definitely consider this girl to have a rare talent as a Breeder.

Because Colt ducks are normally just animals with unremarkable intelligence, coaxing them to condense Magic Power and evolve into transcendent animals is an extremely difficult task. Moreover, these three ducks had not only reached Sequence 1 but had also entered Sequence 2. Even the most basic Sequence 2 core template would be a record-breaking existence once the condensation was successful. After all, these types of ducks were typically just raised as basic pets or even poultry, rarely bred specifically to become transcendent animals.