Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

[These seemingly insignificant competitions, however, are rife with shady tactics.]

[In class, whenever you eagerly want to raise your hand to answer questions and demonstrate your learning achievements.]

There will always be someone who reaches out and forcefully pushes your hand down, trying to prevent you from receiving the teacher's recognition and praise.

【And when cleaning the dormitory, there were even more problems.】

[When you carefully make your bed and strive to make it spotless, there will always be someone who takes advantage of your unpreparedness and secretly throws garbage on your bed or deliberately wrinkles your bed, just to ruin your chances of winning the game.]

These behaviors gradually became common in the distorted atmosphere of so-called "competition" within the orphanage, causing the once innocent children to prematurely fall into the vortex of unfair competition.

In those days filled with malicious competition, you finally couldn't stand it anymore and complained to the teachers at the orphanage about these unfair practices.

The teachers responded indifferently, their tone as if this was all natural.

[“This is just a normal method…”]

【Yeah? 】

You stare at them, a complex mix of emotions welling up in your heart.

【After a while.】

【A seemingly happy smile slowly spread across your face. 】

[But within this smile, there was a hint of determination and ruthlessness.]

[So this is the normal method? ]

【then. 】

【From then on, whenever a classmate tried to raise your hand to speak, they would reach out and press your hand down.】

You pick up the pen without hesitation, and the tip of the pen pierces his palm like a sharp blade.

[Accompanied by a shrill scream, the sound was particularly harsh in the quiet classroom.]

[Because of this sudden change, he undoubtedly received the lowest score in the entire class.]

[And you, unexpectedly, received praise from this teacher, as if this kind of behavior of fighting violence with violence is worthy of encouragement.]

[Another time, when you found someone throwing garbage on your bed while you were away and deliberately making it messy.]

You just set fire to their dormitory.

【What goes around comes around! 】

[15 years old: When you repeatedly wipe the seams of your bed with disinfectant cotton to maintain your title of "Three Good Students" for the 17th time.]

[Suddenly noticed the girl in the next bed stuffing the hidden stuffed doll under her pillow.]

[That was the "emotional compensation" she earned in exchange for three months of "class points."]

[Although they are allowed to keep the child, they are required to undergo weekly "attachment level assessments."]

【At this time, a mechanical female voice sounded over the radio again.】

["Today's competition index update: Bai Ge, a member of the Sprout Dormitory No. 7, has his social adaptability score increased by 0.3 points."]

You subconsciously reach out and touch the chip on your wrist.

【What my fingertips touched was a slightly warm touch.】

Amidst the pervasive smell of disinfectant, the chip seemed to come alive, like a second heart embedded in the skin, beating uncomfortably.

【During these years in the welfare home.】

The concept of home begins to become blurred in your mind.

【“Home”, a concept that was once so familiar. 】

[Day after day of life at the orphanage is gradually becoming blurred in your memory, like the outlines of mountains gradually disappearing in the fog.]

“What exactly is home?”

You often find yourself lost in such contemplation at some unintentional moment, your thoughts drifting in the confused sky like a kite with a broken string.

[Occasionally, you would throw this confusion to the girl in the next bed, hoping to find a clue about "home" from her.]

[However, the response was also blank.]

Her eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Apparently.

[She had long forgotten what her "home" looked like in the corner of her memory during this long time.]

[The only thing that can bring her a little warmth now is the stuffed doll she exchanged for.]

[16 years old: You have been granted another "free activity privilege."]

【You just look at the stars in the sky and the colorful neon lights in the distance. 】

[At this time, you heard some strange noises.]

【Then he looked back.】

[At this moment, the "Thought Correction Room" not far away lit up red again.]

[You guessed it was a child who missed their family of origin too much and was homesick again.]

But do they still have a home now?

You think so...

[As if being pulled by an invisible hand, the sight gradually begins to drift away.]

[The scene begins by moving away from the interior of the welfare home, and the building's outline gradually and completely comes into view, along with the surrounding roads, greenery, and other ancillary facilities.]

[Then, the scene unfolds like a bird's-eye view, centering on the orphanage. The surrounding blocks and buildings gradually come into view, and the cityscape begins to unfold.]

[At this moment, wherever I look, the apartment buildings that once carried the warmth of countless families and were affectionately called "home" are quietly shedding the rich, everyday atmosphere of the past.]

[Once, children's clothes hung out to dry on the balcony swayed gently in the breeze, like lively notes in life, but now, they have gradually disappeared.]

Instead, pieces of adult clothing of unique and gorgeous designs swayed lonely in the wind.

【As a result of the law, children were sent to welfare homes, and parents no longer had to worry about taking care of their children.】

【What's more, this is a world that has just experienced post-war unification. 】

Although the war has subsided, the redistribution and integration of various resources has enabled many families to usher in a turnaround in their economic situation, and their financial situation has become quite comfortable.

[Thus, various entertainment facilities sprang up like mushrooms after rain in the city.]

[Luxury casinos, high-end gyms, elegant art clubs...]

These places attract people's attention and footsteps like magnets.

[At the same time, a flood of individual "conservation" propaganda filled the streets and alleys.]

Posters were posted in every corner, electronic screens played relevant slogans, and the radio repeated them continuously.

【Focus on yourself and protect the individual; this is the way to survive in the new era.】

In this atmosphere, social trends are changing rapidly, like a flood that has burst its banks, at an astonishing speed.

Relationships between people are becoming increasingly alienated, individual interests and self-protection are being magnified infinitely, and the once warm and harmonious social landscape is gradually being replaced by a self-centered, cold and indifferent landscape.

White Dove? White Song!: Chapter 132: New Year's Gift

【Today is another New Year you spend at the welfare home.】

[The children with you all received a special "unique" gift]

A "gift" called "a broken family."

[Are you surprised or surprised? ]

"Bai Ge, a member of the Mengya Dormitory No. 7!"

A staff member with a very outstanding appearance walked towards Bai Ge with a gift in his hand and a smile on his face.

He handed the beautifully wrapped gift to Bai Ge. His eyes fell on the young and pretty Bai Ge, and the joy on his face became more intense.

"This is your gift."

He said softly, with a barely perceptible hint of teasing in his tone.

"Happy New Year!"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be deliberately joking and added: "White Pigeon, no, White Song!"

　* His smile seemed a little strange in this festive atmosphere.

Just like that, Bai Ge returned to his dormitory with the gift in his arms, his steps a little heavy.

He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, his fingers lightly running across the beautifully wrapped gift box, his heart full of suspicion.

Finally, he took a deep breath and opened the package.

What came into view was an object shaped like a chip, with a cold metallic luster.

Bai Ge was silent for a moment, and subconsciously overlapped it with the original chip on his wrist.

Accompanied by a crisp yet strange "click" sound.

A mechanically synthesized electronic sound suddenly rang out in the silent dormitory.

"Welcome to the 'Order' holographic chip."

Bai Ge frowned slightly and began to explore the holographic interface constructed by the chip.

The operation was not complicated, and he soon found a video file.

The title of the video reads clearly.

"A gambling dad, a sick mom..."

I have to say that the guy with this name seems to be quite knowledgeable about show effects!

I guess he graduated with a degree in journalism.

Bai Ge stared at the title, a complex emotion welling up in his heart, a mixture of curiosity and a faint resistance.

Finally, he clicked play.

The video slowly unfolds, and the first thing that comes into view is a messy room with dim and flickering lights and peeling walls.

The man's eyes were blurry and his gaze was wandering, as if he had lost his soul.

The table in front of him was in a mess, piled with messy gambling tools and banknotes scattered everywhere. The banknotes glowed dimly under the light, as if they were also mourning this decadent scene.

He mumbled incoherent words and reached out to grab the gambling tools from time to time, his movements frantic and eager.

"Just one win!"

"Just let me win again!"

“I can turn the tables!!!”

The camera turns to the inner room.

A heavy breath came over me, making my chest feel stuffy.

A woman with a haggard face and a body so thin that she was almost skin and bones was lying on the bed.

Her hair was disheveled, like a tangled mess spread out on the pillow. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, like a pool of stagnant water without any ripples, without a trace of life.

His cracked lips were slightly open, and he let out a weak and heavy breathing sound, and every breath seemed to use up all his strength.

Her arms were covered with dense needle holes, as if she had been bitten by countless mosquitoes, and her skin was an unhealthy bluish-white color.

The bedside table was filled with various medicine bottles, some of which were empty and casually placed aside, as if silently telling of the hardships she had experienced in fighting the disease.

Bai Ge knew them.

Those were my parents.

But why did they become like this?

Bai Ge’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

At this moment, a fierce quarrel suddenly broke out in the video.