Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

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The interstellar travel of the spaceship was utterly monotonous. Even the most awe-inspiring vista of starry galaxies became a source of loss and despair when gazed upon for decades without any change.

This feeling was like being submerged in the depths of the ocean, yearning to shout or make a sound, but unable to speak, with no echo, no change, and no variation—only eternal cold silence.

"Such an analogy is quite fitting, but I think most people can't understand it because we've never seen what the sea looks like. We can only imagine it through ancient images."

Seated in the cockpit of the spaceship, a man in a white shirt was sipping a hot drink from a teacup, while the black spirulina unfurled in the hot water, releasing a faint sweetness, adding a touch of freshness to his dull and unchanging life.

"I've tried it in the bathtub. Burying your head underwater does indeed give you a suffocating feeling—it's very special and fresh." Sitting next to the man was another pilot with wine-red hair, younger in age, looking about 25 years old.

"Hey, hey, you haven't developed a liking for that suffocating sensation, have you? I heard that more than 80 years ago, a lot of people on the ship were addicted to such bizarre thrills and ended up dying. After that, surveillance devices were installed in the bathrooms, and an alarm would sound if a crew member was submerged for 30 seconds."

"Ahaha, how could I? Of course, I know about the alarm, so I came up before it went off."

The other laughed in response, but the man in the white shirt remained vigilant. Just because someone seemed to be laughing heartily didn't mean they were truly happy inside, and as a pilot, he held one of the most psychologically demanding positions on the ship.

If a pilot harbored any thoughts of giving up on life or negativity, it wasn't just their own life that would be affected, but the lives and futures of everyone on board.

"It's better not to get too involved in that. If you really can't stand it, find a lover and try reproducing offspring. After all, this pleasure that arises from the instinct of life is still something people long for."

"Well, the girl I like doesn't seem to like me much, and I don't want to settle for someone else," said the red-haired man, leaning back in his chair as he shared his thoughts on women of his age.
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"There are five girls your age. You don't like any of the others? If that's the case, you should broaden your criteria a bit. Pick from those within a ten-year age gap; that should give you 12 candidates to choose from. That should be enough, right?"

"Sigh, Uncle, our thoughts are quite different. It's about the feeling for me, not being dragged into breeding like an animal."

"Besides, if we really needed more people, we could just whip up a few combinations from the gene bank on the ship. Why bother nagging me about it?" The young man shook his head.

"Children born in that way have many issues. The ship would not resort to that unless absolutely necessary," the older man sighed.

"You don't understand—the huge psychological gap and feelings that come from being surrounded by people born and raised by parents while you yourself are merely cultured by necessity because you're needed. This leads to most artificially cultured beings having psychological issues and being unfit for critical roles."

"Humans are social animals. A person manufactured without family ties, unable to ascertain their bond with society, also finds it hard to develop a sense of belonging."

"When one struggles to feel the warmth and vigor of life, they care less about death. And someone who doesn't care about death can hardly be expected to steadfastly adhere to their duties."

"I once had a friend of the same age who was born that way. When I was involved in his interrogation, I asked him why he decided to make such aberrant and dangerous maneuvers."

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"His answer was that there was no particular reason, he simply acted on a whim, feeling like doing it, since living was just so.""

"I still remember his expression, that craving for novelty, like a child who wants to light a flame and watch fireworks amidst a proper yet dull life. He had no attachments and no concerns, naturally unrestrained from giving into such sudden impulses."

"Speaking of which, I must thank the only writer on the ship, Miss Xilu, because everyone looked forward to her serial stories, nobody was willing to die early. This has significantly reduced the suicide rate on the ship over the past decade."

"Sadly, when my friend had his accident, Miss Xilu was only 10 years old, just learning to write essays, far from starting her great serial."

"I've read Miss Xilu's stories, too, but they're not to my taste. Her emotions are very delicate, but I prefer stories of princes and generals achieving great deeds. For this, I've played through all the video game masterpieces about the Third Era on the ship, and I have a pretty solid grasp of the related history, haha." The wine-red-haired young man chuckled as he spoke, his personality still quite optimistic. He also had hobbies he was very fond of; otherwise, he wouldn't have been selected as a pilot."

The conversation between the two gradually shifted to other topics, starting with which games were fun to play, then moving on to their favorite images of the opposite sex, and finally discussing paranormal events that had occurred on the spaceship, among other things."

Just like that, time quietly slipped away until the spaceship once again broke free from the superluminal flight status and arrived in a remote and unknown Stellar System."

"Have we reached our destination? Let me see what's in this Stellar System. Maybe we're lucky and this time we'll hit the jackpot." The wine-red-haired young man poured an iced drink into his mouth for a pick-me-up, then swiftly operated the controls and keyboard before him, beginning to scan and search the Stellar System."

"Oh—!" Suddenly, he uttered a long exhalation, oblivious even as the drink spilled onto his chest."

"What happened?" The man in the white shirt, who was still checking the overall data of the spaceship, turned his head to look at the adjacent screen."

In the lonely and cold Stellar System, a planet as beautiful as an emerald slowly spun. Even though the image was still a bit blurry, the color was undeniably shocking and moving compared to the countless grey-white planets they had seen before."

"This." Even the usually composed man in the white shirt was at this moment slightly agape, then he rubbed his eyes repeatedly and adjusted the scan position, checking the planet over and over to make sure he wasn't dreaming."

"Could it be, we've actually found it?"

Although they had spent their whole lives on the spaceship, through various films and games they knew that was the green of life—and very likely the green that originated from ancient Earth because plants born from other planets might not necessarily be green. It was only Earth, due to specific historical reasons, that made all plants green."

With an excitement they couldn't suppress, for the first time, they sounded the whole ship broadcast."

"I can't describe this surprise with words, but I want to tell everyone, all the lives that were once on this ship. We wandering birds have finally found a home to land on."

"Forests embraced by gentle breezes, firm yet soft ground, and vast prairies, waves, sunshine, flowers, all of these are finally coming to meet us!"

"There may still be dangers ahead, but I'm utterly captivated by it, unable to escape."

"Let it be, we birds of flight, shall finally land here." —— Excerpt from "The Stray Birds that Landed in the Twin Trees Star Domain," Chapter 1: Encounter