Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

Another person grabbed Chen Xuan's hair, pulled his head up, and then punched him in the eye socket. In an instant, there was a bruise around Chen Xuan's eye socket, and blood slid down his cheek.

The alleyway was filled with the dull thud of fists and feet hitting flesh, Chen Xuan's cries of pain, and the brutal curses of the attacker.

Until he saw the newspaper dropped on the ground.

He had read Bai Ge's novel which seemed to be a true narrative.

At this moment, he seemed to have grasped the last straw and asked for help from the "abuser" in the book who had abused the "abuser".

If you are real!

Please save me!

And at this moment, something strange happened.

In Chen Xuan's shocked and surprised eyes.

A three-meter-tall humanoid creature slowly walked out of the shadows, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Then, he twisted the limbs of the three perpetrators off with a quick, bloody and violent move.

Blood splattered everywhere on the ground in the alley, and the splattered blood flickered with a strange light under the dim light.

But Chen Xuan was not afraid, on the contrary he saw hope!

This "novel" is actually true!

Does this mean that he will never be bullied again?

The same experience as Chen Xuan has happened many times in this area.

Just one night.

The death toll has exceeded four digits.

[Practice the false to make it true, and use the false to make it real]

[When Bai Ge wrote a novel based on reality and it became a big hit.]

[The "mysterious" gaze had already been cast upon him unconsciously.]

When more and more people take "fiction" seriously, the boundary between fiction and fact will be broken.

Volume 1: Chapter 34: "Fiction" and "Cutting"

[Age 20: You wrote novels for two years, and during this time you vaguely discovered that you were different.]

["Man in the Mirror", "Snow White and the Seven Primarchs", "Undead"...]

[You are well aware of the twisted nature of this world, and thus skillfully cater to the hidden desires of the masses.]

【The film presents darkness, death and incompleteness without reservation.】

You depict the nobles being wantonly humiliated by the common people, their former noble dignity shattered to pieces.

[Depicting the high-ranking leader being quietly replaced by the person in the mirror, and the power and glory being reversed in the illusion;]

[It also depicts a family with terrifying recovery abilities, which not only allows them to live comfortably but also pay off their heavy debts. It is absurd and bizarre yet fascinating.]

These twisted plots, like sharp hooks, arouse everyone's deep-seated excitement and curiosity.

【With the release of one work after another. 】

Your fame as a writer is spreading like wildfire, and your influence is growing day by day.

[These words, as if possessing life, began to quietly erode and tamper with the history of this planet.]

The power of "mystery" is hidden deep in the fog, and in an imperceptible way, it slowly seeps into every corner of reality.

【21 years old: Fate takes a sudden turn, and you are exposed.】

[The cause was that the true identity of a person who went to the Tarlac Federal Center to report on his work was accidentally discovered.]

People watched in horror as the man who reported on time every year suddenly developed countless cracks on his body, like broken porcelain, fine and strange.

[Finally, amidst the screams of “Who the hell are you!”]

[His body instantly turned into countless pieces, scattered all over the ground, as if it had never existed in this world.]

【The news spread quickly.】

[Several similar incidents followed, some of which you did, and some of which were framed...]

[Not long after, a spaceship emitting an icy aura cuts through the vast universe and hurtles towards your planet.]

They are here to take your life.

Bai Ge was in a spacious room, where soft natural light filtered through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading evenly over every inch of the space.

The room was filled with a faint smell of paper and ink. The bookshelves against the wall were filled with all kinds of books, like a treasure trove of knowledge.

This is the house Bai Ge rented to improve his life with the money he earned from writing novels.

He just sat at his desk, immersed in the world of creation.

He held the pen, and the tip of the pen made a rustling sound as it moved across the white manuscript paper. Occasionally he would stop to think, his eyes full of concentration.

The desk lamp on the table emitted a warm yellow glow, illuminating the densely packed words on the manuscript paper.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" and the door was kicked open by brute force. The door panel hit the wall heavily, making a dull sound.

Bai Ge looked up in astonishment, but before he could react, a group of men in black swarmed in.

They were dressed in black uniforms, their faces had a cold, mechanical feel, and the guns in their hands exuded a cold metallic luster.

robot.

Bai Ge stood up subconsciously, and the pen in his hand slipped and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

His eyes were full of fear and confusion, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

The group of robots quickly surrounded him, pointing the black muzzles of their guns at his body, each muzzle looking like an abyss leading to death.

Without any warning or hesitation, they pulled the trigger.

In an instant, the deafening sound of gunfire echoed in the spacious room.

Bai Ge's body trembled violently in the hail of bullets. His eyes were filled with despair, and his body slowly fell down.

Blood gushed out of his body, spread across the smooth floor, and soaked the surrounding manuscript paper red.

Then, these guys grabbed the body without mercy and drove it towards an incinerator, as if they wanted to completely erase all traces.

[The "great writer" named Bai Ge is dead! ]

When this news reached you, you, who were preparing lessons for your students, froze slightly, your movements pausing for a moment.

But soon, you pretended to be calm and continued preparing lessons for the children.

"It's already like that, is that all they are?"

You still hold onto a glimmer of hope for this country, hoping that it will finally wake up and find the light.

You love this country deeply, and this love runs deep in your bones, even if it is riddled with holes.

So you wrote the script about historical pollution and shattered mirrors, hoping to let them know that the Tarak Federation still has internal troubles and is in danger.

I hope they can see that even on this remote planet, there can be things or people that could harm them, and sound the alarm. (Six) Yi Qi Yi Er Sheng Si Xia - [Zhong.]

I hope they can develop a sense of crisis and treat “them” like “people”, giving them equality and respect.

[You never ask for too much, you just hope that you can be treated as a "human being"! ]

You write the script with naive ideas, and even want to make up related content in an attempt to awaken the sleeping people.

【but.】

[You are like an innocent child, with little understanding of the darkness of the world.]

【You have seen darkness, it is true.】

[But that is only the darkness and humanity on the same level as you. You cannot imagine what the higher, deeper darkness looks like...]

[So, that group of people ordered the robots to kill you, the source, and then quickly erased all information related to you in an attempt to cover up the truth.]

[The spacecraft from the Tarak Federation Center didn't even land on your planet.]

How could such noble people set foot on such a land? They are mysophobic...

So after they do these things, they think everything will be fine and they can rest easy.

They are still slumbering in arrogance, continuing to act as they please, and turning a blind eye to the impending crisis.

[They even created crimes and fines related to writing, intending to imprison the thoughts of people like you in the Tarak Federation.]

[And, because of you, the owner of this star region even increased taxes on this planet by another 20%, making the people of this planet suffer terribly.]

[The group of people came and went in a hurry, and in the end, only you were left, witnessing all this happening alone.]

You are like a clown on stage who thinks he can control the laughter of others. He performs hard but gets nothing in return.

【Everything you do does not make the world a better place, but makes it more failed and worse, and plunges it into deeper despair.】

【At this moment, you think of the old man's smile again.】

[It feels like the relief of being freed from bondage, yet it also seems to contain endless helplessness and sorrow, leaving one with an elusive feeling.]

You murmured, "The Tarak Federation is so vast and powerful, so why is it so difficult for us to behave like human beings?"

No one will give you an answer.

Truth, goodness, and beauty cannot awaken their consciences, nor can falsehood, ugliness, and evil awaken their sweet dreams.

【At this moment, you finally understood deeply. 】

This country is terminally ill and beyond repair.

[No matter how many books you write, no matter how much history you invent...]

[If you resist, they only need to give the order, and their planet-ruling robot servants will solve everything for them.]

Blockade! Massacre! Taxation! Crime!

[A heartless machine will work harder and more efficiently than anyone else!]

[They never reflect deeply on things that can be done with just one instruction.]

[Those people still stand high above, at the pinnacle of the Tarak Federation.]

[Looking down on all living things like a god, yet being indifferent to the lives of mortals. ]

[You have made up your mind, and there is a gleam of determination in your eyes.

If you can't save the twisted Tarak Federation, then let it burn completely!

【You have made some kind of resolution! 】

[Then the previous scene reappeared before my eyes.]

[It's as if to say that this is the final outcome of the Tarak Federation.]

You shook your head.

“That’s so twisted!”

"Rather than letting them live in such a twisted state, let me save them completely!"

You will completely "save" the Tarak Federation before it is assimilated and destroyed by the Antimatter Legion!

【At this moment.】

You hear the burning of flames and the crumbling of towers. The echo of "destruction" resounds in your ears!

Age 22: You're once again detached from your identity.

[The "teacher" looks at you silently, with a complex expression in his eyes.]

He didn't say anything, just patted your shoulder gently, which was a silent farewell and complaint.

"You're so noble! You're so great! You're debt-free now, but I'm still in so much debt!"

【But the "teacher" only complained in his heart.】

[After all, he has now seized Bai Ge's identity and power on this planet.]