Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

“It’s so clean!”

“Like clean sheets of white paper.”

[This "white dove" is in such a dire state that it has forgotten even the basic instincts to maintain life.]

Breathing becomes weak and disordered, the desire to eat disappears, eyes stare blankly straight ahead, even the most natural blinking movement disappears, the mouth can only utter meaningless syllables, and excretion seems to have come to a standstill.

If you hadn't acted decisively, quickly administering forced oxygen, hooking him up to energy fluids, and performing the necessary mechanical modifications to maintain his vital signs.

[I'm afraid this "white dove" has already died in front of you.]

【"what to do?"】

You frowned tightly, your gaze fixed on this "empty shell," as if trying to find a clue from its hollow artificial eyes.

【So you begin to completely integrate your consciousness into the harmonic network.】

[As your consciousness rapidly spreads along the harmonic network, a horrifying picture appears before your eyes.]

[Tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... In just a moment, you realize that the memories of at least hundreds of thousands of "White Doves" have been stolen.]

[Not only that, those guys don't seem satisfied with this, they still want to steal more memories of "White Dove".]

[Admittedly, viewed individually, the memories of this group of "white pigeons" may not be rare treasures. They contain neither earth-shattering secrets nor unique value.]

【However.】

What is truly invaluable is the "harmony network" formed by the gathering of these countless "white dove" memories!

【Look! 】

The "harmonic network," meticulously woven from hundreds of thousands, even millions, of memories, is like a mysterious palace filled with hidden treasures.

[For those memory thieves with ill intentions, this is such an exciting and mouth-watering temptation that it is enough to drive them to do whatever it takes to unleash a violent and devastating disaster on this peaceful world.]

[Your eyes slowly closed, and you seemed to instantly fall into a state of quiet contemplation.]

【A moment.】

[The eyes slowly open again.]

Those once clear eyes were now completely filled with a frenzied scarlet, like a burning sea of ​​blood, revealing a chilling madness and determination.

"Do you really think that my temper has improved after being a doctor for a few years?"

You gritted your teeth, shoving these words out word by word.

[Then, a disdainful "What a joke!" escaped his lips.]

[You should know that your temper has never been gentle since you were a child.]

[In your heart, there is an insurmountable rule. ]

If anyone dares to bully you, you will retaliate with double the severity, making them pay a heavy price for their actions.

【Now the other side is bullying you. 】

If you don't bite off a piece of meat, you really think you are made of mud.

【then. 】

[You slightly grinned, revealing a cold and chilling smile.]

As this strange smile emerged, the eyes of the "white dove" who had become an "empty shell" before him suddenly began to turn a little crimson.

Then he slowly sat up.

【Looking into your eyes.】

[Your eyes are exactly the same.]

Is this still a "white dove"?

No, obviously not.

[This is clearly "Bai Ge"! ]

[You unhesitatingly pour your consciousness into his empty brain like a surging tide.]

Because their brain is like a dried-up sponge, devoid of life, your injection of consciousness is like suddenly pouring a full pool of water into this dried-up sponge.

[Instantly, life suddenly revived in this desolate place.]

【then. 】

"Bai Ge" was born.

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"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

The memory thief Horst Ortiz strolled leisurely down a street, making a series of meaningful clicking sounds.

"This world is really interesting!"

He muttered to himself, his eyes casually sweeping over the various technological products and unique civilization landscapes on both sides of the street, but there was a hint of indifference and weariness in his expression, as if these all seemed bland to him and could not stir up any waves.

However, when his sight fell on the chips with similar "harmony" capabilities that were created by the "White Dove Chip", a glimmer of irrepressible excitement instantly flashed in his eyes.

“This is a truly wonderful collection!”

He murmured in admiration, his tone full of greedy possessiveness.

At this moment, he was carrying many special items used to seal his memories, and inside them were biological samples implanted with the "White Dove Chip".

He slowly looked around, watching people coming and going on the street. For some reason, a strange sense of familiarity quietly came over him.

"Is it an illusion?"

Such a thought flashed through his mind.

But then he put it out of his mind.

But he is a meme!

Who can kill him, who dares to kill him...

A wanton smile appeared on his face.

However, the twist of fate always comes unexpectedly.

He accidentally bumped into a boy who was passing by.

Their eyes met for a moment, and in that instant, it seemed as if time froze, and a strange atmosphere quietly spread in the air.

Then, an even more horrifying scene occurred.

Everyone on the street, as if controlled by some invisible force, turned their gazes in unison to the uninvited guest. The expressions in their eyes were exactly the same, as if they were carefully copied from the same template.

Horst Ortiz felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his heart.

The hairs all over my body stood up involuntarily.

A strong sense of creepiness instantly enveloped him.

"Something's wrong!"

He exclaimed inwardly, and almost at the same moment, he used his special ability to instantly transform his body into a memetic physique in an attempt to escape this strange predicament.

A cold and childish voice sounded in his ears like a ghost.

"You stay with me first!"

It was the boy who had looked him in the eye.

The boy's pale red eyes were staring at him coldly, with an irresistible determination in his eyes.

Before he finished speaking, the entire network of homosexuals was like a huge net that covered the sky and earth, instantly enveloping the memory thief tightly.

The entire harmonic network directly enveloped the memory thief.

You must know that the essence of the "meme body" is information.

At this moment, the huge amount of information contained in the entire harmonic network was like a surging torrent, smashing towards this guy without reservation.

Now the total information of the entire harmonic network is directly poured onto this guy.

There are only two options before Horst Ortiz.

Either he could rely on his own powerful abilities to forcibly contain the vast amount of information in the entire Harmonic Network; or he could only watch helplessly as everything he had was ruthlessly eroded by the Harmonic Network...

White Dove? White Song!: Chapter 142: Not "White Dove", but "White Song"!

"Are these the bodies of those outsiders?"

You carefully survey your new "body" with great interest, muttering to yourself.

"Memetic body... I see."

You ponder to yourself, this is a body constructed from information. The mystery contained within it causes you to fall into a brief moment of contemplation.

[Then, your eyes fell on the equipment that stored memories.]

【You look at these equipments that store memories.】

[After a brief pause, you slowly reach out your hand, exert a little force, and begin to crush the equipment.]

[As the equipment gradually shatters in your hands, the memories sealed within it drift out like wisps of smoke, and are then slowly "devoured" by you.]

[Every bit of memory that is integrated into you seems to inject a new strength into you. They follow some invisible thread and gradually return to the "harmonic network."]

As the threads of online information flow into your body, you cast your gaze upon those copy-paste consciousnesses.

【After staring for a moment.】

You raise your hand.

[Gently wave to them.]

【Three words come out of his mouth.】

"Come back!"

【then. 】

[As if receiving some mysterious instruction, the consciousnesses you copied began to flock towards you like weary birds returning to their nests.]

They return to your mind in an orderly fashion and become one with your consciousness again.

[Even the meme body that carries the memory stealer seems to be attracted by a powerful magnetic force and eventually returns to your body and becomes a part of you.]

“This is the first one!”

[With a low groan, your consciousness slowly withdrew from the boy's body like a wisp of smoke, and then quickly disappeared into thin air, embarking on a journey to find other outsiders.]

[Based on the memories obtained from the memory thief, you already know that there are many uninvited guests entering this world.]

[Thinking of this, you suddenly felt murderous intent and immediately began a frantic search, vowing to find those memory stealers one by one.]

[All you want is to spend the rest of your life peacefully with your friends in this tranquil world, enjoying the tranquility and peace bestowed by time.]

【However, the trajectory of fate suddenly deviated. 】

【Why! 】

[Why on earth would they barge in without reason and wantonly disrupt your originally peaceful life? ]

[Why do these things that disrupt peace suddenly appear in this world that should be full of harmony and beauty? ]

Anger and resentment surge like a turbulent undercurrent in your heart.

【then. 】

【You begin to frantically search for those memory thieves.】

[The first, the second, the third... You are like the merciless god of death. Wherever you go, memory stealers are integrated into your harmonious network.]

[Until the seventh one, your hunting steps have not stopped.]

As their companions disappeared one after another, the group of memory stealers finally realized that an invisible hand was quietly reaching out to them, like a hunter in the shadows, closing in step by step.