Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

The head of the publicity department of Interstellar Peace Company was stunned.

【Diamond】Understand one thing.

Bai Ge forcibly reshapes an interstellar civilization through "mystery" and "destruction".

Success is okay.

What if it fails?

The star-destroying god "Nanook" would probably laugh quite happily.

After all, he didn't do anything and would pick up an extinction lord with a destiny of "mystery" and "destruction".

Although Star Gods rarely express their emotions.

But [Diamond] thinks.

Nanook would surely laugh quite happily.

"And it's a big gamble."

"success."

"We will gain a better market in the Tarak Federation, a resource-rich star region, and the favor of an envoy."

"fail."

"We will take over everything that remains of the Tarak Federation and gain the favor of that envoy. After all, we paid a price."

They are just messengers with different destinies.

It would be fine if it was a messenger with a "mysterious" destiny.

What if the messenger of destiny is "destroyed"?

guess.

When Bai Ge witnesses the darkness within the Interstellar Peace Company, will he do his best to "save" it?

The head of the publicity department of Interstellar Peace Company nodded silently, said nothing, and went about his business.

[35 years old: You have been preparing for a long time, with the help of the memory worms, the anti-organic equation, and the help of the Interstellar Peace Corporation.]

【Now all the puzzle pieces are ready! 】

[It’s time for the Tarak Federation to embrace its new future in “destruction”! ]

[You look at the place where the Tarak Federation is located in silence.]

"I once made a promise. No matter what the cost, I will definitely save you!"

You whispered.

[His eyes gradually turned cold, and his consciousness had already connected to the Tarak Federation's collective network.]

[The "Anti-Organic Equation" has long infected all mechanical equipment in the Tarak Federation.]

[“To save!” You gave the order to act.]

[Immediately afterwards, your instructions began to spread to the Tarak Federation at an extremely fast speed.]

A servile star.

This is the largest slave planet in the Tarak Federation.

He trained or captured various people from the Tarak Federation who met the needs of the upper echelons of the Tarak Federation.

Some of them are teachers, some are students, some are even children, and some are babies...

This is also the most twisted planet in the Tarak Federation, and all darkness can be found here.

A man wearing a light blue collar walked aimlessly through the center of Nuyanbi Star with a dull look in his eyes.

His name is Nuoyan.

An ordinary person from another civilization.

His memory was replaced by a destiny walker from the [Life Exchanger].

【Related faction updates.】

【Name: Life Exchanger】

【Destiny: Memory × Joy】

[Synopsis: Some seek a way home in a strange world, while others turn the disparity into a carnival of curiosity. This game, called "Swapping Lives," is both a mockery of fate's fickleness and a prism through which two civilizations peer into each other.]

[After all, who hasn't dreamed of opening the door to another world, writing their own madness and surprises in the script of someone else's life? ]

obviously.

This ordinary man named Nuoyan had a burst of luck.

He won the prize!

And it’s the grand prize among grand prizes!

He came to the Tarak Federation!

As the lucky one chosen by the "Life Exchanger".

It has been exactly seven hundred days and nights since he fell from a peaceful civilization to this hellish planet.

Here he witnessed babies being auctioned off at a high price and slaves using their own flesh and blood to build palaces of enjoyment for their owners.

He and countless other souls deprived of their freedom struggle to survive on this planet soaked in blood and tears.

Madness breeds in despair, and human nature is distorted under oppression.

Countless times he longed to burn this cannibalistic world to ashes.

Let the flames burn through the shackles of strict hierarchy and burn away the hypocritical faces of the slave owners.

However, reality was like cold shackles, crushing his resistance time and time again.

Here, even seeking death has become a luxury.

The life monitoring system built into the light blue collar is like a thorn in the flesh. Once it detects a tendency towards self-destruction, it will release a paralyzing current, forcing the continuation of this "ownership" that is worse than death.

In the law of slavery.

All breathing life is nothing more than walking commodities.

It is the numbers jumping on the slave owner's account book.

Their life and death, joy and sorrow, love and hate are all controlled by others at will, and even the right to end their suffering is ruthlessly deprived.

Nuoyan walked with a dead heart, even so he still had classes to go to.

It's both hellish and ridiculous!

until.

"Oh!"

An unmanned passenger bus rushed out of the alleyway out of control, and its headlights made the woman in red holding a parasol on the zebra crossing look pale.

The crisp sound of the umbrella ribs bursting mixed with screams pierced the air.

The woman was thrown into the air like a puppet with its strings cut. Her rose-red umbrella flipped in the air current, and the moment it opened, it looked like a blood-red mandala.

Her body fell heavily on the bus stop ten meters away.

The metal bracket was bent and deformed, and the scattered glass fragments shone coldly in the accumulated water.

Nuoyan froze in place, raindrops streaming down her eyelashes and hitting her lenses.

The woman's phone was still playing lively music, the screen flickering on and off, reflecting the dark red puddle that was rapidly spreading beneath her.

died?

A moment of surprise crossed his face.

Then he took two steps at a time and rushed directly to the woman's side.

Looking at the woman who was completely breathless.

Indescribable ecstasy instantly appeared on his face.

died!

"Really dead!"

A hoarse murmur escaped from his throat, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

Another roar!

Nuoyan saw the tall buildings in the distance collapse like playing cards amid the loud noise.

The slaves who grew up in bird cages screamed and ran away, while the prisoners who were abducted here laughed wildly in the ruins.

And those slave owners had already been crushed into meat paste by the out-of-control machines.

Those electronic eyes that were once used for surveillance have now become blood-red beacons illuminating the riots.

The despair that had been suppressed for thousands of days and nights now turned into a twisted carnival.

Look at such a scene!

Nuoyan he smiled!

That smile is so wanton!

It was as if he was suddenly back in time when he was watching funny videos at home.

Happy and free!

Nuoyan staggered towards the smoke.

The light blue collar left bloody marks on his neck. He opened his arms and his voice seemed to penetrate the dust.

"Brothers! Are there any of you who want to die together?"

He extended an invitation to them.

And countless hoarse roars responded from all directions.

They held hands, which were strangers this time, and sang loudly amid the rubble and firelight, with smiles on their faces that were more lively than ever.

This group of "property" who were deprived of the freedom to live finally regained their right to choose on the brink of death.

This is a microcosm of the Tarak Federation!

And now the entire Tarak Federation is burning!

Volume 1: Chapter 39: Like a Curtain on a Theater

[Next is the central planet of the Tarak Federation - Sky City! ]

[As for why it is called Sky City? ]

[You should ask the last ruler of the Tarak Federation about this.]

Morning light penetrates the glass curtain wall of the office building, the blades of the central air conditioner turn silently, and the constant temperature air flow, wrapped in the fragrance of lavender, blows over the white-collar workers working at their desks.

Like an elegant waiter, the automatic revolving door senses pedestrians' steps in advance, and the curved glass door slowly slides open. Smart sensor lights light up at the end of the corridor, guiding commuters to the elevator.

A regular humming sound echoes from the drone delivery station on the corner of the street. A fleet of silver drones are arranged neatly, and robotic arms precisely place lunch boxes into the shock-absorbing cabin.

They take off along the optimal route, their propellers drawing a gentle arc. Once they reach their designated location, their landing gear transforms into a robotic arm.

[Gently place the warm meal in the waiter's palm, and the LED screen flashes a cute smiley face icon.]

The driverless bus smoothly stops at the platform, the doors automatically recognize the passengers, and the seats immediately adjust to the relevant mode.

[There's even an onboard AI that gently reminds you: "Please hold on tight, next stop is Tarlac Federal Memorial Plaza."]

Inside the factory, robotic arms form a precise silver matrix, and laser scanners sweep across the surface of parts with an accuracy of no more than microns.

The blue arc emitted by the welding robot precisely outlines the weld seam, and the cooling system operates synchronously to cool the metal parts and solidify their shape.

A quality inspection robot dog moves through the area with bionic steps, its ultrasonic detection device emitting fine ripples, detecting any flaws.

In the underground rail transit network, inspection robots glide through tunnels like silver fish.