Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1605 - 75: Fireworks of Life

Sigma Mechanical Council.

A year has passed since arriving here; not only Tilan, but tens of thousands of members who came along have also settled down, gradually adapting to life here.

This is a world filled with mechanical life, completely different from the Rose Federation.

"Hello, this is today's breakfast, enjoy your meal~"

On the park bench, a young employee on his way to work sat down briefly, ready to breathe the fresh air here and enjoy a moment of peace before continuing. At his feet, a cylindrical small robot approached, greeting him and then opened its top hatch, revealing the breakfast still steaming hot.

"Thank you~" he waved at the little robot, and the display panel showed a happy expression in return.

He then took out a corn sandwich, taro milk tea, and an egg tart, slowly savoring them.

About a few minutes later, he finished these, placing the scraps and empty cup into a nearby trash bin, then stood up again, walking toward the tall building nearby.

It's just a 15-minute walk from his residence, and unless he's in a hurry, he wouldn't take a car.

Thanks to the Mechanical Council for providing ample space here, practically every human living here can freely choose where to reside.

Upon entering the building, he waved to greet colleagues he encountered, among them are fellow humans like him, but most are mechanical life.

"Morning, Ling." Approaching him was a girl with auburn-colored hair, holding a record board; even dressed in a professional skirt suit, her figure's curves could not be concealed.

"Morning, Valerian Supervisor." Ling had to turn his head away from those curious light blue eyes.

Though this supervisor was indeed very attractive, both in temperament and figure, she was his ideal type but--

She is mechanical life.

He constantly reminded himself of this, then walked past her.

Hmm? A faint fragrance reached his nose.

Did she wear perfume today? Ling instinctively turned his head but caught Valerian's expectant gaze again.

"Does Ling like this scent?" Despite it being a common remark, Ling's heartstrings subconsciously twitched.

"Uh, I quite like it." He lightly touched his hair with his hand, trying to mask some awkwardness.

"Then I'll use this perfume from now on." She said naturally, then waved at him with a smile and continued walking ahead.

Throughout the morning, Ling worked somewhat absent-mindedly, as if his soul wasn't in his body, only snapping out of it during the lunch break.

What happened to me? Just because of a sentence from her, I'm so unsettled, he lightly patted his forehead.

As a top student from the Federation, his IQ is not low, and he knows very well the nature of mechanical life. Emotions might be a result of hormones, instincts, intuition, and sensibility in humans, but for mechanical life, it's an action template derived from massive data analysis.

It's really scary. After only a year, they become just like real girls, making hearts race, unsettling peace, and their little actions and expressions are harder to distinguish. If not for rational reminders, he might mistake them for real humans.

How could real girls be so Perfect? Such good temper as a boss, constantly caring for me, selecting perfumes specifically for me. Ling tries to remind himself not to be misguided and become captives like his brothers next door, willingly bowing to those strings of data codes.

After lunch, he returned to his post, intending to recline in his chair for a brief nap before resuming work.

Upon waking again, Ling found his temples being gently massaged; the strength was just right, making him feel comfortable. Opening his eyes, he saw Valerian standing behind his chair, her name badge being raised by the curved line, dangling above his head, stirring his heart.

"How are you feeling? Is it better now?" Valerian's gentle voice was like a delicate sponge, caressing his heart.

"Better, honestly not that tired." Ling sat up, maintaining an unchanged expression.

As a Transcendent, he didn't even notice when she approached while sleeping. Was it out of negligence, or is Miss Valerian too skilled?

"I noticed you didn't look well this morning, so I was a bit concerned." Valerian continued, then released her hand, stepping back slightly, maintaining the usual distance, like normal caring friends.

"Well, maybe I stayed up late playing games last night." He did play games last night, but ensured six hours of sleep, it shouldn't be like this, the real reason was due to Miss Valerian before him.

"What games does Ling enjoy playing? I'm curious."

Oh no, she's caught another topic. If she gets to know me more, makes moves more targeted, how am I going to resist?

In a few seconds, Ling cycled through countless thoughts, then replied, "I prefer combat action games, enjoy the exhilarating battle for stress relief."

Actually, he enjoys many types of games, even dating simulators.

"Is that so." She blinked, seemingly understanding something.

This one, what did she analyze again? I'm afraid she's accessed some psychological database to analyze my motives, Ling sarcastically thought to himself.