Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

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[The iron gate railings began to ooze a silver-gray liquid, like melting memories.]

Grandma Chen saw the scene of teaching the children to fold paper cranes three days ago replaying before her eyes.

[But those happy and innocent smiles are being erased bit by bit by an invisible force.]

[She stumbles back.]

My back bumped into the wooden sign that read "Love Home." The paint peeled off the instant I touched it, revealing the mottled marks of old age underneath.

【In the rain.】

She saw the scene ten years ago when she rushed into the hospital with a weapon in her arms, carrying a feverish boy.

[But now, his name and his appearance have turned into mist and drifted away in the rain.]

[The shotgun roars again.]

[The wind chimes hanging under the eaves fell down, the crisp sound lasting only a short time before being swallowed up without a trace.]

[When the bullets ran out, the old man knelt in the mud.]

[She trembled as she reached for the crumpled candy wrapper in her pocket—it was given to her by the naughty Xiaoyu.]

Memories flooded back: Xiaoyu's voice, his voice cracked as he was teething, his forced smile after bruising his knee at the sports meet...

[The moment the shadows fell, all of these images turned blank.]

The iron gate of the orphanage completely melted into a pool of silver water. Granny Chen's wails, mixed with the last traces of her memories, dissipated in the never-ending rainstorm.

【Because of the "Anti-Organic Formula", your eyes are watching everything through the Internet! 】

"Go to sleep!"

You whispered softly, your voice filled with compassion and determination.

[When the flames burn out everything, and when memories return to a blank, the new Tarak Federation will be born.]

[Your sight rises higher and higher, and the entire Tarak Federation is in sight.]

[At this moment, the Tarak Federation is burning, flames rising into the sky, illuminating half the starry sky red.]

[Amidst this utter destruction, a white-haired figure with dark skin and golden eyes emerged from the Tarak Federation.]

[That is the shadow of Nanook, the Star God of Destruction. That is the affirmation of "destruction"!]

[As the memory worms frantically devour memories, as the intelligent creatures of the Tarak Federation gradually forget.]

[A figure like a crystal sculpture emerges, its face blurred and wearing a crown studded with beads. It is a testimony from "memory"!]

[Then emerged a shadowy figure with six arms and two legs, wearing deer antlers, with half-closed eyes and a smile. It was a sign of approval from Abundance.]

【Then, the shadow was dispersed by something unknown.】

[As if by coincidence, accompanied by a loud "bang!" sound, as if a giant hammer had fallen, the Amber Era ushered in the new year at this moment!]

【"Ha ha ha ha!"】

[The starry sky, which should have been silent, suddenly erupted in unbridled laughter. This was Joy laughing heartily at your performance!]

[At this moment, you are the most dazzling "performer" on this grand stage. ]

[Even the high and mighty Star Gods are merely spectators below the stage.]

【You have never looked at them, and you are still waiting. 】

[Wait for the public's perception to be distorted by the Interstellar Peace Corporation's propaganda against the Tarak Federation.]

[Just then, you looked up—]

【It's getting foggy!】

[With the Tarak Federation as its center, fog rises, obscuring everything and making it impossible to see anything clearly.]

[The entire Tarak Federation was shrouded in smog, as if in chaos.]

[You know——]

The time has come!

This is the inscription of salvation.

Volume 1: Chapter 41: I am also a member of the Tarak Federation

This is your first attempt at active and conscious fabrication.

[You will "invent" a brand new Tarak Federation.]

【Because of the publicity of Interstellar Peace Corporation.】

[This caused other civilizations to have a false judgment about the Tarak Federation.]

So this "fiction" is even simpler than you might think.

It’s like starting to write a beautiful dream.

[Your body also turned into the mist that enveloped the Tarak Federation.]

[Just like that, he gradually immersed himself in the Tarrak Federation, which was now only a shell.]

[When the first ray of false morning light illuminates the ruins, you know that this weaving is going more smoothly than expected.]

Those deliberately exaggerated sins and despair have long since become blurred silhouettes in the cognition of other civilizations.

【And the blank canvas is waiting for new colors. 】

[The false reality spreads like ripples.]

In the recast Tarlac Federation.

The morning light penetrates the dome of the floating city, shining on the bargaining caravans and hurried pedestrians.

The aroma of freshly baked goods wafts from the bakery on the corner, while in the dark alley, speculators are calculating shady deals in front of holographic screens.

There are eloquent merchants who use sweet words to weave traps; there are also honest people holding wrinkled credit points, carefully selecting cheap goods in the market.

The truth, goodness, and beauty as well as the falsehood, ugliness, and evil that the astronauts have come to believe in grow together in this reconstructed world.

But within the boundaries of order, even the sharpest claws will be smoothed down by the rules.

The holographic laws and regulations on the streets are flowing and flashing. They are not a cold deterrent, but a protective network woven by countless kind souls.

This is not an unrealistic utopia, without a flawless fairy tale filter; nor is it a dark abyss, where despair has never truly taken root.

Here, the glimmer and shadow of human nature are entangled with each other, yet always maintain a delicate balance.

When Bai Ge's consciousness turned into mist and seeped into every inch of space.

He knew that this was the truest form of civilization.

After all, reality is never black or white, but a vivid picture painted by countless complex colors.

What a wonderful ending.

Bai Ge just looked at the newly born Tarak Federation.

"Look!"

"I said!"

"No matter what the cost, I will save you!"

He recounted his past promises.

【The mist turns into your body.】

【It takes you back to the planet where you were born, but you haven't really seen it yet.】

So you want to take a good look at him.

This is a very ordinary planet.

[This place doesn't have the densely packed mechanical services of the Tarak Federation Central Planet.]

[This is still in the information age.]

[And so you walk on your own "birthplace."]

Five o'clock in the morning.

The rolling door of the vegetable market creaks up, and you wrap your coat tightly around you and follow the old vendor.

When the dew-covered greens were stacked on the iron rack, you reached out to help hold the bamboo basket, your fingertips touching the cool water droplets on the leaves.

The old woman in a blue apron smiled at him and stuffed a handful of edamame into your pocket with her torn hands: "Try it, they're homegrown."

You squat down to help her peel beans, listening to her chatter about the prices of vegetables this morning.

[At noon.]

You stand in the shadow of the office building and look up.

[The glaring sunlight reflected from the glass curtain wall makes you squint.]

White-collar workers in suits and ties, clutching briefcases, pile into the elevator. As the air-conditioned air, wrapped in the aroma of coffee, wafts towards you, you somehow find yourself squeezing in with the crowd.

【In the underground food city. 】

You stand in a long line at the rice bowl counter, watching the chef stir the iron wok, scallions and egg yolk swirling over the flames, the golden egg almost splashing onto your nose.

[At the entrance of the shopping mall.]

You crouch down next to the delivery drivers, who sit on their scooters, munching on their packed lunches, their phone screens buzzing with order notifications.

[A rider gives you half a sausage. The smoky aroma mixed with the exhaust fumes from the street makes you feel a long-lost sense of contentment while eating it.]

[As the sunset dyed the bus stop a honey color, you stood in the crowd at the school gate.]

The vendor's sausage grill sizzles with oil, and candied haws, coated in translucent sugar, shimmer in the afterglow. You buy a bunch, and the sweet and sour flavor melts on your tongue.

Teenagers in school uniforms walked arm in arm, the cartoon charms on their backpacks jingling.

One of the boys bumped into your shoulder, turned around, bared his fangs, and said, "I'm sorry."

[The square dance music starts on time, and you lean against the lamppost to watch.]

The lead dancer's pink scarf fluttered in the evening breeze, creating a unique scene with the neon lights of the nearby office building.

[An old man pulled him to join the dance, and he swayed awkwardly, making the people around him laugh.]

【Twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.】

[The smoke from the barbecue stall drifted into the night sky, and a few drunks were arguing about their day's work with their arms around each other.]

The clinking of beer bottles startled the stray cat in the electric bike basket. You reached out and gently scratched its chin.

When the sanitation worker pushes the cleaning cart past, you take the broom.

The rustling sound of a broom sweeping across the ground, mixed with the sporadic barking of dogs in the distance, became the city's most gentle lullaby.

“How beautiful.”

【Your whispers are blown away by the night wind. 】

“Yes, it’s beautiful.”

【A familiar voice came from behind.】

["Diamond" stands under the streetlight, gazing at this bustling world.]

[At this moment, the Tarak Federation has been completely reborn.]

【Because of the influence of "mystery."】

Those memories were labeled "wild history" and slumbered in the archives of civilization.

"What are you going to do next?" Diamond asked.

He thinks he can win you over as an envoy to the Interstellar Peace Company.

Your eyes reflect the city lights, but your smile is filled with relief.

"I am also part of the Tarak Federation after all."