Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

[After all, he is looking for normality in what seems to be distortion! ]

[9 years old: You licked your wounds alone in the dark, the malice from your classmates following you like a shadow.]

[But you didn't give in. The stubbornness in your heart was like a weed that struggles to grow despite being pressed down by a huge rock.]

You start using your spare time to go to the library and read forgotten books, hoping to find a way to change your destiny.

[Age 10: By chance, you discovered a record of the early history of the Federation in the cracks of a tattered old book.]

[It tells the story of a prosperous and beautiful past, which is completely different from the current world full of loans and exploitation.]

【yes! 】

How could a civilization that could reach the stars remain so corrupt and distorted?

[At that moment, a glimmer of hope ignites in your heart. It turns out that the world is not born this way, and change may be possible.]

[12 years old: You tell this discovery to the only librarian in the library who cares about you.]

[He was an old man who looked kind.]

After hearing this, a complex look flashed across his eyes. After a long silence, he asked you a question.

"Child, do you know what resistance is?"

You were stunned for a moment, your mind went blank.

【Rebellion? What is that?】

【After the current Tarlac federal government came to power. 】

He used his incredible wisdom.

[That guy forcibly erased all words related to "rebellion" from the memory of the entire Federation.]

They believe that as long as people do not know the concept of "resistance," they will never resist their oppression and rule.

[Seeing your reaction, the old man's expression became more complicated, filled with helplessness and sadness.]

“Resistance is taking action against oppression…”

The old man patiently gave you a lot of relevant knowledge, explaining in detail what struggle and resistance are.

He talks incessantly, and you listen eagerly.

[During the conversation, you learned the old man's identity—he was once a rebel who helped the current Tarlac Federation authorities rise to power.]

But what about now?

[I'm just a poor guy who was banished to this desolate planet with my family to be an ordinary librarian.]

[There is nothing worse than killing the donkey after it has done its work.]

【However, the next day. 】

[You saw the old man again on the judge's stand not far from the welfare home.]

[This old man has been reported! ]

[The reason is to popularize "taboo" knowledge.]

【It's funny and sad! 】

Volume 1: Chapter 33: From the mysterious gaze!

Bai Ge stood quietly below the public trial platform, his eyes fixed on the old man on the platform.

The old man was hunched over, his sparse white hair trembled slightly in the breeze, and his face was full of wrinkles from the years.

There was a hint of confusion and relief in his cloudy eyes.

He should have died long ago!

When the Tarak Federation became like this, he should have committed suicide to apologize.

They once hoped that through resistance they could restore the Tarak Federation to its former glory, but the reality was shattered like a bubble.

The judge's voice was steady and powerful as he read out the old man's case word by word, echoing in the empty venue.

The crowd below the stage was full of mixed emotions. Some looked at each other greedily, because the old man's death had left the position of administrator of the largest library in the region vacant, a highly sought-after position.

Some people cursed and looked angry.

Those are the old man’s relatives.

The old man died.

In the future, they will have to bear the "population tax" and even the "crime tax" of the elderly, and the burden of life will become heavier.

The flames licked the old man's body,

Bai Ge just watched.

He saw the corners of the old man's mouth rise up, revealing a strange smile.

The smile became clearer in the blazing firelight, like the joy of being freed from shackles, and also like hiding an unknown secret.

He laughed in the fire.

Bai Ge just watched the scene in front of him.

Bai Ge's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the scene before his eyes began to distort and change.

In a trance.

He saw a towering tower collapse with a loud bang, raising clouds of dust; nobles in elegant attire fled in panic, looking utterly utterly awful; the antimatter army wielded their butcher knives like demons, slaughtering people wantonly, their blood staining the earth red...

At last.

The scene froze at the moment when the head of the supreme ruler of the Tarak Federation rolled before his eyes while begging for mercy.

Then the picture began to move backwards madly until there was a "snap" sound.

It was as crisp as a sharp blade, cutting through the silence.

A piece of chalk hit Bai Ge's head squarely. He suddenly came to his senses and saw his history teacher staring at him with disgust.

"Bai Ge! Even if you don't want to learn, there are plenty of people who are eager to learn! Look at your grades, how far you've regressed!"

The teacher's voice was sharp and piercing, like a saw pulling back and forth in Bai Ge's ears.

Bai Ge pursed his lips and said nothing, his lowered eyes hiding unknown emotions.

The history teacher snorted coldly, glanced at him coldly, and turned back to continue teaching.

In fact, this teacher also has jealousy in his heart.

He was jealous of Bai Ge, a "genius" kid who could consistently rank among the top ten in his grade without the help of drugs.

Why can he do this!

Bai Ge looked up again, his eyes fixed on the photo of the supreme ruler of the Tarak Federation projected on the blackboard.

The person in the photo has a stern expression and deep eyes, looking down at everything from a high position.

as always.

【16 years old: You graduate.】

[Because of your excellent grades, your school plans to buy you out of the orphanage! ]

[The welfare home you work for has agreed.]

[17 years old: After a year of training, you become a glorious physical education teacher in this school.]

[Unlike other teachers who make extra money through various means, you just hang out in various places nearby...]

You see a lot of things.

[There is a twisted one, a child took out the organs of his mother who loved him just for a toy. Human nature is so vulnerable in the face of desire;]

[There are some morbid things. When you see a terminally ill patient's flesh and blood being made into broth, and then pretending to "save the suffering," morality has long since collapsed in the midst of madness.]

There was violence, with all sorts of people fighting each other in the alleys over trivial matters, ultimately becoming food for passing scavengers, their lives as insignificant as those of ants.

【See the big picture from the small details.】

[This country called the "Tarlak Federation" is already terminally ill, rotten from within...]

【18 years old: What do you think you should do?】

[In the small room, the dim desk lamp emits a weak and flickering light, trying hard to dispel the surrounding darkness.]

You sit at a shabby desk, your back slightly hunched, your entire body feeling squeezed by the cramped space.

The desk was piled high with messy manuscript papers, some densely written with words, others crumpled into half-balls and scattered haphazardly.

Bai Ge tightly gripped the worn pen, rubbing the tip of the pen against the paper, making a rustling sound that seemed to whisper to the silent room.

[His brows were furrowed, his eyes fixed on the manuscript, he bit his lower lip, as if struggling with the inspiration in his mind;]

[He quickly relaxed his brows and wielded the pen rapidly, lines of words flowing out like streams.]

【at last. 】

【A "novel" was written by you.】

This is the kind of novel you write that combines violence with the surrounding environment to create something akin to a biography.

[A violent novel in which a perpetrator is tortured by a more powerful "perpetrator" who breaks his limbs!]

【You just read this novel like this.】

Then release him.

【Then this “novel” became popular! 】

【Violence! 】

[It’s always the best way to release stress, especially in such a twisted place.]

[Here, there will always be great hostility towards truth, goodness, and beauty, and great interest in falsehood, ugliness, and evil! ]

[After all, truth, goodness, and beauty are too far away from them, and falsehood, ugliness, and evil are the daily life here! ]

[And in this twisted place, there are many people who are bullied, and you published this novel in the newspaper.]

[So this "novel" became a minor hit.]

So your debt is reduced a bit.

You still have about 30 years until you can be free.

late at night.

The shabby alley was filled with the smell of decay and dampness, and the dim and flickering street lights cast shadows all around.

A thin middle-aged man dragged his tired body towards home. His thin figure looked particularly lonely in this long and quiet alley.

Suddenly, three dark shadows rushed out from the front, blocking his way completely.

The bald man in the lead was burly with a face full of flesh. Under the dim light, the scar on his face looked particularly hideous.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked up and grabbed him by the collar.

He was lifted up, his feet off the ground, thrashing around in panic.

"Boy, did you really think you could just let go of what happened last time?"

The bald man said viciously, and the smoke he exhaled was filled with a pungent smell of cigarettes, which made the thin man cough.

Before Chen Xuan could react, the bald man swung him and slammed him heavily against the wall.

Chen Xuan's back hit the hard wall with a dull sound, and then he collapsed to the ground powerlessly, groaning in pain.

At this time, the other two people also surrounded him, and one of them kicked Chen Xuan hard in the abdomen.

Chen Xuan curled up his body, subconsciously protecting his stomach with his hands, his face full of pain.

Every kick was like a heavy hammer hitting his thin body, almost suffocating him.

"Please... stop hitting me..."

Chen Xuan pleaded in a weak and trembling voice, but was met with an even more violent attack.