Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 753 - 3 The Song of the Harp Flower Crown_2

After sitting on the hillside for a moment, the two arrived at a distant road. With a call through their personal terminal, a plump little car swiftly arrived before them. These small sightseeing vehicles were very common on the planet and the usage fee was quite low.

As they got into the car, the small hover car rose and then sped along the road, carrying the two toward the distant city center.

Towering skyscrapers and artistically designed buildings of all sorts came into view as Sen stepped out of the space elevator, making him feel as if his eyes were inadequate to take it all in. He walked, stopping every now and then to gaze at the novel sights around him, such as the gardens and grasslands by the road, the white airships that drifted by above, with tourists seated inside enjoying the scenery as the propellers on either side turned slowly, providing a gentle breeze.

Not far away, one could see a glass corridor that resembled an underwater tunnel, through which trains sped by occasionally, but no noise could be heard from the outside, making it especially quiet.

Boarding the sonic train within the glass corridor, Sen only felt the scenery outside become a blur in an instant, then, in a very short time, the train's speed kept breaking through, reaching around 400 meters per second. After more than ten minutes, the train came to a stop, and he had traveled from the outskirts to the center of the metropolis.

Harps' Crown - Central District 1, home to about 20 million residents, most of whom were students, researchers, and corporate employees, with approximately 5 million being students, making it the city with the densest concentration of university students within the Federation.

With Central District 1 as its core, the peripheral districts, Central 2-10, were also similar to District 1, with each district averaging around 15 million people and about 2 million students.

All together, Central Districts 1-10 were home to about 160 million residents and 26 million students, making it the famous 'Academy City' of the Rose Federation. Besides this, the residential planet 'Wing-2' in the Flying Feather Star Domain also hosted many universities and colleges, but they were not as concentrated and instead, scattered across the planet.

Outside the central districts were the seven string domains of Harps' Crown, namely the First String to the Seventh String Domain, with each string domain further subdivided into ten sub-districts, like Fourth String District 6 or Seventh String District 2.

The 1-3 districts of each string domain were residential agglomerations, forming elongated city clusters, resembling white strings stretching across the verdant floral landscapes. The 4-10 districts, on the other hand, had a smaller population, with scattered small towns and villages dotting the floral lands, forests, sea cliffs, and mountains.

'The train has arrived at platform 2002 (Twinkling Light) of Central District 1, please disembark in an orderly fashion.'

Following the route guidance on his personal terminal, Sen walked out of the platform with the crowd. Standing on the street, he couldn't help but be dazzled by the skyscrapers that reached into the clouds, and these weren't just any buildings—the signs that adorned them bore the names that echoed throughout the Federation.

Giant corporations like 'Elyein Union', 'Lonely Ascending Star', 'Darc X'i Matrix', 'Refined World Truth', 'Xilu Life', 'Hand of Holding the Moon', 'Saint White Cradle'— these lofty signs stood among the clouds, imposingly, exerting a powerful deterrent effect on the passersby below, making one almost feel an illusion that compelled them to kneel. In fact, working for these giant corporations was the dream of countless young people in the Federation.

Approaching graduation this year, Sen had advanced to Sequence 5, his accomplishments in his hometown were undeniably remarkable, but standing on the street, he realized that most of the students here were above Sequence 5, and even Sequence 6 elites were not few in number. Those entering and exiting the giant corporations were mostly Sequence 6, and the slight pride that once existed in his heart collapsed in such an environment, becoming extremely ordinary.

Gathering the Federation's top students and talents from hundreds of star domains, Central District 1 of the Academy City was indeed special, causing countless proud geniuses to be frustrated, feeling a sense of absurdity and unreality.

"This is Central District 1."

Sitting in a café among the high-rises, looking through the tea-colored glass at the streets below, Blanchi couldn't help but exclaim. Since entering the Emerald Moon Star Domain, she had been shocked more than once by the opulence of the Central Star Domain. The extravagance of spending here also astounded her, with just a cup of T5 grade coffee, without any special effects, costing nearly 800 Federation Coins. In contrast, in the Hemu Star Domain, such a cup of coffee would cost at most 40-60 Federation Coins.

"How is it, getting used to it?" asked the Cat-Ear Tribe girl sitting across Blanchi. She had light purple cat ears and wore a tight purple and white dress that easily reminded one of a maid outfit, although it wasn't really one.

"Slowly getting used to it, thanks Ailu Kelu." Blanchi nodded her thanks.

"Oh, don't mention it, you're too polite, Blanchi~"

The girl referred to as Ailu Kelu was sitting with crossed legs on the seat, one hand propped against her face, looking both at Blanchi and the hover cars flying outside. If any of the fans familiar with this Cat-Ear Tribe girl were present, they would be eager to capture this scene and treasure it.

Indeed, Ailu Kelu was also a songstress, a famous one with several years of fame, known by the title 'Light Purple Mo Dian.' She was lively and enjoyed playing pranks, with a quirky music style, fond of creating novel and unique music videos. Known as the little devil among the songstresses, she loved to tease her fans, and there were those who were quite fond of it.

With her toes tapping her little leather shoes, her sheer black stockings faintly revealing the contours of her toes, Ailu Kelu was in high spirits and unbothered about maintaining her image, for the café had already been reserved by her, and her loyal guard members were standing by outside, ensuring she could chat with Blanchi and even take a lazy nap if she wanted.