Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

They roared furiously again, the green and red paint on their bodies seemingly coming alive once more, gold light gleaming from their eyes, while the magic power on their bodies boiled intensely with heat.

All along the way, amidst the billowing white smoke and searing magic power, the blades wrapped in golden divine electricity swung fiercely, and then one after another, the Godly Generals stared intently at the figure in the center, their green and red facial colors seeping out like branding irons pressing toward the young girl.

Facing the secret 'Art of the Divine General' to subdue gods, Hexia moved like a sparrow, somersaulting in the air, while her silver sword edge followed her body in a swirling dance, scattering countless delicate sword blossoms like flying snow.

'Azure Bird's Inheritance: Snow Drift Boat!'

As those many facial branding iron marks drew near, they were shredded by the multitude of sword lights, unable to pin down the girl swift as the Azure Bird.

After dodging this technique to subdue gods, Hexia once again burst into the midst of the 'Godly Generals', her sword edge a residual shadow sprinkling as she wove through, sending down arcs of silver swords, severing the blades held by one Godly General after another, blood spraying, causing the wounded Godly Generals to lose sensation in their legs and kneel on the ground.

The swiftly shuttling sword edge carried a shrieking tremble in the air, fluttering like a sparrow's feathers, while the figure in the snow-white dress and blue skirt danced and flipped like a stunning swan, ripping and shattering enemies along the way.

By the time Hexia stood still again, nearly half the 'Godly Generals' lay on the ground, the sword edge hanging beneath her sleeve filled with pits and scars.

Her fingertips gently caressed the lifted sword body, specks of light sand flickering and falling, the scar-ridden sword edge once more restored to its original state, gleaming and captivating as autumn waters, and behind that sword edge, a pair of dreamy blue eyes slowly emerged.

When all before her seemed so startling and unbelievable, the young girl standing alone in the street, donned in a snow-white dress and blue skirt, appeared to possess an almost bewitching beauty.

"This... how is this possible..."

The leading general with the painted face slowly knelt on the ground, covering his bleeding, numb arm, then slowly raised his head to look at the girl at the end of the road.

"This is the Art of the Divine General, improved over generations with cutting-edge technology... How could it be defeated by such ancient and outdated... swordsmanship..." he murmured, his face full of disbelief and his eyes reflecting loss.

"Cutting-edge, you say? Perhaps that was also something from hundreds of years ago,"

the girl sighed softly. Having once aspired to attend a medical school, she naturally knew of things like cybernetics. In the Federation centuries ago, such things were indeed popular and could enhance one's body to bring convenience to work.

But as AI prospered and developed, people found that instead of installing various cybernetic mechanisms within themselves, why not directly install them in Autonomous Units? This was not only easier to manufacture, without the worry of rejection and many other issues, but also allowed for easy replacement and spared the hassle of personal control.

Moreover, influenced by Isenisha, the first-generation Color Level Songstress revered by the Federal Upper Echelon, there was a natural preference for pure and flawless things. This preference trickled down from the top, affecting every stratum of the Federation, with the notion that only those who were truly down and out would resort to installing such things, making themselves akin to those oily, rust-covered machines.

Thus, the boom of cybernetics was but a fleeting fad, eventually replaced by various Autonomous Units, exoskeleton armors, and even large Mecha. Nowadays, it would be difficult to find residents with cybernetics in the Federation.

Though Jielou City was once prosperous, most people's mindsets and memories are forever stuck in that era, unaware of the changes outside the world.

Those who lag behind will suffer, and working in isolation was ultimately nothing but self-deception.

Sword Guardians stepped over these fallen 'Godly Generals', their eyes filled with excitement and reverence, and the girl in the snow-white dress and blue skirt ascended step by step toward the building housing the super AI 'Huanfish'.

At the same time, the vertical elevator carrying the person in solemn black descended into the Forbidden City, his face masked, slowly stepping out, looking down at the familiar yet strange girl.

"You must be her daughter..."

His voice contained reminiscence and aversion, which finally turned into indifference.