CHAPTER 1543: CHAPTER 42: THE SONGSTRESS ABLAZE

The lights inside the car flowed gently, brightening and dimming, while a light rain fell, droplets sliding across the glass, casting the outside lights into a blur.

This is the residence planet ’Harp Crown’ of the Emerald Moon Star Domain, home to many renowned schools of the Federation, and now it teems with traffic and people.

An excess of hover cars stretched into a long line in the air, waiting. On either side of the lane were projected red and yellow barriers, warning the hover cars inside not to leap out casually.

Logically speaking, urban airways are typically affluent, free from congestion, but today was exceptionally different. The Federation’s most famous songstress, Prin Coco, was performing today, naturally drawing in a huge crowd.

Passengers inside their cars flipped through their personal terminals, browsing news and videos to pass the tedious wait, occasionally glancing at the long, motionless flow of cars ahead, sighing silently.

At that moment, several dazzling trails cut through the space above the cars, soaring forward, the red, blue, yellow, and green light trails forming bold and carefree spirals in the air, sparking curiosity among the people down below.

"Who are they?" someone inside asked.

The vibrant trails overhead came from high-flying hoverboards, a group of young people riding on them, freely waving their hands. By shifting their weight, they steered the boards to carve elegant trails in the air, resembling a kind of performance art, eliciting screams and cheers from awe-struck girls watching.

"So cool," a child inside the car exclaimed enviously from the window.

Beside him, his parents gently patted his shoulder to prevent him from sticking his head out, also a bit intrigued by these uninhibited and flamboyant figures.

"This is the Central Star Domain, and there’s a songstress performance tonight. Isn’t security supposed to be strict?"

"Aren’t they afraid of being stopped and caught by the police?" someone wondered.

Such questions arose among many tourists and residents, but fortunately, answers soon surfaced.

"They belong to the ’Meteor Dance’ club under the ’Red Flame Cluster,’ so now you understand," explained an uncle running a barbecue stall who had been on this street for many years, naturally familiar with the origins of these young people.

"I remember Prin Her Highness set up the ’Red Flame Cluster’ club on campus. If it’s a subordinate organization of that cluster, they indeed would be special." With this revelation, many understood why they could glide boldly and daringly across the sky in a controlled urban environment, unrestrained.

As the Volcano Songstress scorching across the Milky Way, Prin Coco’s former star cluster embodied the vibrant spirit of countless young people, seen as symbols of the Federation’s youth and exuberance. As long as no fundamental rule was broken, everyone would be tolerant, forgiving, and understanding.

’After all, they’re young.’

’This is the fiery vitality life should have.’

’I wish I could be like them, living coolly and lavishly, otherwise life is too boring.’

Behaviors once criticized as lacking decorum and courtesy are now understood and accepted by society and have become a fashion pursuit among many young people. Even some rigid voices of opposition are nothing substantial, ridiculed for being too outdated and conservative.

Transforming societal customs takes time, with different periods having different answers. But under the influence of a powerful Sunshine-level songstress, spreading this trend across the Milky Way took only three years.

Now, even in the Western Star Region, one of the Central Star Domain’s most isolated areas, there are many fans of Prin Coco, whose impactful black and red posters have become popular on every child’s bedpost throughout the Federation.

"We should boldly stride into the new world, embracing the fiery meteor to break through the old barriers that once bound us," declared a famous congressman in a public address, as a proclamation of the new era.

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The raindrops fell from the sky again, forming thin lines under the weight of gravity, piercing through the hazy neon, shattering on the steel framework at the city’s lowest levels.

This is a corner where light barely reaches, but climbing up the steel structure, you can see the distant concert site boiling and blazing in the rain. Even from over ten kilometers away, the flares spouting long skyward can be seen, along with the spreading fiery sound waves, sparking imaginations of the frenzy and clamor within, so entrancing.

The concert lasted a long time, from evening to late at night, and even after the finale, tens of thousands still waved their weary limbs, eyes fixed on the high stage where the songstress sang freely.

Prin wore a red, semi-open short dress, drenched in sweat and raindrops, yet the bright red gown made her look as though cloaked in flames; even the cold rain couldn’t dampen her burning voice.

If you want to touch others, you need a heart equally warm.

Every songstress who ascends to the Sunlit Level has their belief or obsession, which serves as a source of strength, allowing them to retain their selves amidst the baptism of countless spiritual wills, ultimately controlling immense power.

If you’re confused and lost, how can you bring hope and faith to others?

Different from Tilan’s distant contemplation, Prin’s ideas are closer to the most practical and pressing issues. She believes that whether it’s reform or revitalizing the Federation, the whole country must be united under one strong will, only then can further discussions take place.