Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 871 - 56: The Drifter's Encounter_2

Of course, this is just an income comparison; the expenses for various services in the Central Star Domain are also significantly higher.

"How do you feel after arriving in the Central Star Domain?" At this point, her interlocutor had slowly entered the groove, completely relaxing.

"I really like it here, it's so much better than my hometown." She genuinely liked it here.

"The living environment, public safety, treatment, and all sorts of new and advanced things, it's just incomparable to my hometown."

After finishing the discussion on the tangible benefits, Tilan shifted the conversation to the spiritual aspects.

"Do you ever think about your hometown?"

"I used to, but later on, it began to feel increasingly unfamiliar." Mai Desang's words were quite heartfelt.

"My family doesn't really understand my life here; they often ask me to send money back home, and eventually, other than asking for money, we had nothing left to talk about."

"The world I've come into contact with in the Central Star Domain is something they just don't understand, and their way of life has little allure to me." She bit her lower lip.

"Have you ever thought about bringing your brother over?" Tilan remembered she had mentioned she had a brother.

"He's not doing well in school, and he's also quite lazy." The other party shook their head; without Sequence 3, even traveling on a Superluminal Starship was not an option.

"What about other classmates?"

"Some of them envy me, but to gather enough money for a ship ticket to the Central Star Domain takes too long. Some got married along the way or bought houses and other vehicles, which delayed them, and they gradually got used to the local life and stopped thinking about it."

"I see." After listening, Tilan let out a silent sigh.

When it comes to talent, the difference between Mai Desang and her classmates may not have been great, but a single ship ticket could bring about a difference spanning decades or even a lifetime.

"Tell me about the history of the Tenth Vertical Star Domain; I want to know how you discovered something amiss and assisted the 'Coolant Firm' with their work." Tilan changed the subject to the reason why Mai Desang was detained here, causing the initially lively mood of the other party to cool down instantly.

She once again felt the terrifying pressure emanating from the lady before her, who stood at the pinnacle of the Federation; a single word from this Songstress could make colossal enterprises that she couldn't even dream of approaching bow down and alter the destinies of millions.

"I, I..." Her voice trembled as she was reminded once again of the girl she had offended, who was also a Songstress with influence no less than that of the girl before her.

"I really didn't mean to, I was just greedy for the rewards and benefits promised by the firm, inadvertently offending Lady Shui Yanqing." She sat uneasily and even hesitated about whether to kneel before the Songstress to plead for mercy.

"Since I've said I won't pursue it further, you should put your mind at ease. Even regarding Shui Yanqing, if I explain the situation to her, she won't ask about this matter again." When Tilan spoke these words, her voice was as firm as if she were cutting iron, simultaneously stern and protective, instilling a mixture of awe and relief in the woman across from her.

"Yes, Lady Ti Lan." She collected her thoughts and then carefully recalled her childhood experiences.

"In the Tenth Vertical Star Domain, that is on the planet Ciron, there's a legendary tale about the 'Red God', an ancient mythological belief, and the hope of our ancestors when they lived underground."

"During the Fifth Epoch, the Black Suns clashed in the Tenth Vertical Star Domain, which was a region that initially saw good economic development in the beginning of the Fourth Era, with many inhabited planets and a large population."

"The rising Solar Crowns collided with each other amidst the Star River; they controlled the stellar tides and used the tremendous energy from stellar combustion to launch attacks. During the war, many inhabited planets were harshly scoured by high-energy solar particle streams, an assault capable of annihilating most of the life on the surface."

"So, during this phase, many people moved to live underground, and gradually they got used to it."

"Going forward, once the surface's situation stabilized, the offspring of the Black Sun descended and settled on these planets. These Newborn Races completely adhered to the will of the Black Sun, and they started a campaign to eradicate those who had adapted to underground life."

"To avoid being hunted by these Newborn Races, people had to learn a special Secret Technique before reaching adulthood, which could sense the bloodline traits of these Newborn Races, allowing them to stay alert and evade."

"Later, our ancestors founded the religion of the 'Red God' to inspire everyone, to believe that as long as we persevered, when the 'Red God' descended, all the 'Newborn Races' would be incinerated and vanish in the wrath of the 'Red God'."

"This Secret Technique also became akin to an initiation rite within the religion, meaning that only after learning this Secret Technique could one be considered an adult, eligible for independent action."

"Although the Fifth Epoch ended a long time ago, these customs are still prevalent in many areas of Ciron, with many of the 'Red God's' doctrines containing animosity toward the 'Alien Race'."

"If a tribe member could kill a member of the 'Alien Race', it would be the greatest pleasure to the 'Red God', qualifying them to brand a Fire Mark on their back using Blazing Iron. As the number of killed 'Newborn Races' accumulates, the Fire Mark on the back increases, eventually becoming like burning wings of fire. That person would then become a great Saint within the tribe, an individual whose name would be remembered."

"So, you also happen to know this Secret Technique." Tilan spoke up.

"Yes, Lady Ti Lan." She placed her hands on the bed and bowed her head, seemingly as a mark of respect.