Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

You feel the "mysterious" power leaving you, and the teacher's figure becomes increasingly real, as if stepping from fantasy into reality.

【You didn’t care.】

You understand that "mystery" cannot save the Tarak Federation. Fake is always fake. Once it is exposed, it will eventually become the status quo.

You separate yourself once again, bidding farewell to your past self, and your will becomes stronger once again.

[Last time, the identity of "Bai Ge" was revealed. This time, the power of "Mystery" was revealed. What will happen next time?]

"Can mystery be played like this?"

Bai Ge raised his eyebrows outside the simulator.

It seems to really work!

Gallagher is a non-existent person pieced together from a group of family members.

Bai Ge in the simulator uses "mystery" to forcibly "separate" his identity in front of others from his own self.

Everyone sees a different self in their eyes, so Bai Ge in the simulator "fabricates" different selves through information asymmetry.

[“Writer” Bai Ge], whose parents are both deceased.

He grew up in an orphanage and joined the school as a teacher [“Teacher” Bai Ge].

And what only "Bai Ge" knows ["???" Bai Ge].

I can only say that the "mysterious" fate is quite colorful.

But here is the problem.

Among the several white songs in the simulator.

Who invented whom? And who was invented?

This is very interesting!

Volume 1: Chapter 35: It’s time to have fun!

how to say?

Is Bai Ge in the simulator crazy?

Talk about crazy?

His thinking logic is flawless, his love for the "country" is warm and sincere, and he can even plan every step of his action accurately.

Not crazy, right?

The country he loves is called the Tarak Federation. He is willing to stay dormant under this rotten system and try to rewrite his destiny with his own strength.

Well, this is very telling.

In the twisted interstellar civilization of the Tarak Federation, in an empire where people are oppressed into monsters.

Out of nowhere comes someone who has power but loves it deeply.

Are you crazy?

Sort of.

Isn't that crazy?

Also a bit.

Bai Ge had no choice but to throw himself into the simulator again to see what he could do in this simulation.

[23 years old: You arrived at a mine on a planet in the outermost star field of the Tarak Federation.]

【You joined the mine as a civilian! 】

[You discovered in the library that the history of the Tarak Federation itself has been severely distorted.]

[But the descriptions of some things are quite detailed, and you can find relevant information somewhere.]

【so. 】

You plan to spend a few years here looking for something.

This thing is very simple.

[After the Emperor's War, the remaining mechas possessed the "Anti-Organic Equation."]

You said it!

You will "save" this country!

[But the current Tarak Federation is too dark and twisted. First, a great fire is needed to burn its surface.]

【so. 】

You plan to spend several years looking for this thing. I hope you can find it.

【after all.】

[You always find some amazing things when you're mining, don't you?]

All right!

This big job is here again!

It really wants to set the Tarak Federation on fire, right?

Piece together the relevant information.

The most important means of governance in the Tarak Federation is machinery.

These mechanical creations are capable of self-maintenance and self-manufacturing.

In addition, their supreme controller is the supreme ruler of the Tarak Federation.

That’s why the upper echelons of the Tarak Federation treat people like dirt!

it's good now.

Before throwing people into the furnace of destruction, they are sent to dig for the "anti-organic equation"!

Now the fun is here!

Bai Ge is now beginning to look forward to seeing the Tarak Federation burning.

After all, this is a twisted country.

It’s better to let it become history!

[24 years old: You walk alone on this desolate planet, your back hunched and your steps dragging.]

[This is a newly opened mine on the edge of the Tarak Federation.]

[The environment here isn't very good, but there are still many people coming here to mine.]

Because of the huge "debt" people have to come here to pay it off.

[Those miners bound by debt contracts, their hunched figures look no different from mechanical wreckage in your eyes.]

[For a moment, the boundary between human and non-human becomes somewhat blurred in front of you.]

【As for why robots are not used. 】

【Very simple. 】

[It’s expensive! ]

[Sending a bunch of debt-ridden guys to fight tooth and nail is not as cost-effective as having the mine owner spend a fortune.]

[And sometimes machines really aren't as meticulous as humans, aren't they?]

The wind howled, stirring up dust and sand, which hit your worn protective suit, making crackling sounds.

Surrounding it were towering abandoned buildings, their metal shells rusted and twisted, casting eerie shadows in the dim light, like silent and sinister guards, observing all this with cold eyes.

You stop and see a chaotic pile of metal debris.

You squat down, stretch out your patched gloves, and search among the ruins.

[When fingers touched the cold metal, they would occasionally be scratched by the sharp edges, and bright red blood would seep out, but it was quickly covered by the sand and dust.]

You don't care, your eyes fixed on each part, as if you were looking for a long-lost treasure.

“Maybe it’s right here…”

You whisper to yourself, pulling out a grimy energy core from the rubble.

[He rubbed his hands on dozens of protective suits and put them into the worn backpack behind him.]

[The backpack was already filled with a number of similar "treasures," and as he moved, they made clinking sounds.]

You stand up and look into the distance. On the desolate land, the wreckage of machinery stretches endlessly, like an endless steel cemetery.

【On this dead planet. 】

【You are looking for the hope of "salvation" here. 】

[25 years old: Your behavior of picking up trash and taking it home soon became known to the supervisor.]

[As you left the scrap area with your heavy backpack, the overseer blocked his way.]

[He was an ordinary-looking man, the kind you wouldn't be able to spot in a crowd.]

He smiled and said your little action was nothing to worry about.

But he reached out to you.

The meaning is obvious.

【Additional payment required! 】

You silently handed over a few credits, watching as the other person casually stuffed the money into his pocket and waved at you.

【You just go back with all the junk in your bag.】

[The supervisor watched you leave, his lips curled up slightly.]

【"interesting……"】

He seems to understand what you are going to do...

But he did nothing, said nothing, he just watched with a smile.

At the same time, Bai Ge in the real world was staring intently at the simulator screen.

As the simulation progresses, a new line of information emerges:

【Related faction updates.】

【Name: Audience】

【Destiny: Memory】

Introduction: We are the audience sitting beneath the stage, capturing everything with our eyes and engraving every aspect in our memories. From glory to desolation, from laughter to sorrow, we always witness everything as bystanders.

Volume 1: Chapter 36: Is there any bigger job?

[26 years old: Time flies, another year has passed.]

You still get nothing.

[Looking at the mechanical ruins that spread to the horizon, your eyes are already burning.]

[No matter what the cost, you will save this fallen empire.]

【And one day, you meet someone. 】

He calls himself "Diamond."

"take it easy."

The voice came from above his head. Bai Ge looked up suddenly and saw a man standing next to him.

"Kid! Are you interested in joining the Interstellar Peace Corporation?"

Bai Ge looked at him in silence.