Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 938 - 79 Alanna's Three Choices_2

Thinking of this, Alanna propped up her somewhat tired body and headed to the nearby bathroom to take a shower, hoping that a hot bath would help her recover a little.

That night, when Alanna arrived at the stage in Central District 1, she couldn't help but be surprised by the number of attendees. Even though it was a makeshift outdoor concert, tens of thousands of people had shown up. This scale was already quite significant.

Amid a burst of lively drumbeats and guitar riffs, Alanna stepped onto the stage and began singing one of her signature pieces.

Everything went smoothly in the beginning. Such a turn of events brought some comfort to the recently overworked Alanna. However, after a brief intermission, when she returned to the stage to continue the concert, a heckling shout suddenly erupted from the audience below.

"Trashy singer! Just a money-grabber!"

The voice wasn't particularly loud within the crowd but was sharp enough to pierce through. The comment caused Alanna's previously fluid movements to falter slightly. Afterward, more heckles came from different directions in the audience.

Some accused her of lip-syncing, others gossiped about her personal life being improper, and some even said her singing was unbearably bad. All of it deeply provoked Alanna.

Although the security and other fans quickly subdued and removed these troublemakers, Alanna's state was no longer as steady as it had been before, and the atmosphere of the event noticeably cooled afterward.

That night, various speculations about Alanna started fermenting online, including rumors like how many boyfriends she supposedly had, allegations of lip-syncing, and more. Some spoke with such an air of authority that many uninformed people started following the bandwagon.

As the situation spiraled, her new manager not only refused to resolve the issue for Alanna but also blamed her for failing to handle her personal matters properly, exposing herself to such problems.

"From now on, every action you take and every time you go out must be reported to the company. You can no longer live as freely and casually as before," the manager scolded Alanna, arms akimbo. The glaring red nails and pungent perfume only deepened Alanna's disgust.

Suffering from mistreatment, Alanna swallowed her frustration, unable to find an outlet to vent. Coupled with the exhaustion and anxiety she had been accumulating recently, she finally fell ill.

The high fever that night left her mind especially clouded. Later, she forced herself through the discomfort to sit up and call for help, before being rushed to the hospital for treatment.

An hour later, after completing the diagnosis, the doctor spoke to her in private.

"Although Transcendents possess physical constitutions far beyond that of Mortals, allowing them to avoid many illnesses, they are by no means invincible."

"Your condition is quite pronounced. First, the chaotic routines and high-pressure, anxiety-inducing environment have severely weakened your immunity. Then, the deterioration of your mental state has also destabilized your Transcendent Core. The resulting disturbance in your Magic Power has caused numerous 'dark injuries' to manifest within your body."

"If your psychological state continues to decline, it could lead to a dangerous 'mutation' state—where the loss of control over the Transcendent Core would cause your conscious mind to collapse, leaving only a creature driven by instinct and beast-like impulses."

"I recommend you stay in the hospital for enclosed psychological treatment and go through counseling. Afterward, you'll need a period of long-term observation to ensure stability and safety."

After listening to the doctor's remarks, Alanna pondered for a long time. In the end, she still politely declined the doctor's suggestion.

"I think I can hold on for a while longer. Thank you for the reminder."

Leaving the hospital, Alanna looked up at the rainy sky outside and became silent. Even when she returned to the new base and greeted her remaining companions, her energy was visibly drained.

'Things are truly not looking good.'

"Should we report what happened these past days to Lord Tilan?"

Witnessing the events unfold, Lilico and Mormoran exchanged glances and discussed in hushed tones.

'We ought to inform Lord Tilan. She sent us here, likely anticipating something bad would happen.' The two of them believed this to be the case.

The next noon, after finishing morning classes, Tilan knelt under a large tree. It was cool and shady here. Beneath the bright sky, a few other Songstresses also lay or sat nearby.

Ores rested her head on Tilan's lap, holding a pale-yellow wildflower she had just picked, twisting and counting its petals while observing it. On the other side, Prin leaned against the tree, nibbling on an ice pop, while Audrey sat at a small makeshift table under the tree, sipping cool tea and discussing with Shui Yanqing which type of tea was best suited for summer. Meanwhile, Blanchi frolicked on the grass, chasing a red gazelle that seemed to be a pet of one of the school's teachers.

Feeling the breeze blowing in from afar, Tilan thought of the news she had heard the previous night. She glanced at her companions present, then stroked Ores's silvery long hair by her side.

Right now, she had neither the time nor energy to head out and assist Alanna. Honestly, when she first approached the 'Connector' group, she didn't expect to stay this long. But the recent events involving Alanna piqued her curiosity more and more. What kind of hidden organization could wield such immense power, manipulating so much without directly intervening, steadily forcing Alanna into a corner?

If such an organization operated outside official frameworks, wouldn't that confirm the urban legend of some sort of 'Emperor of the Underground Dark World'?

No, no, judging from their reliance on such methods, they still couldn't control everything. Otherwise, they wouldn't need to go through all this trouble to use indirect tactics rather than taking direct action.

Report it to the Court of Judgment and let them take over? Tilan considered this possibility.

It indeed seemed like a good idea. But then, what about Alanna? The girl didn't want to quietly let her new friend be sent off to jail just like that.

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