Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

[As fellow travelers on this journey, they all know that some choices, once made, are eternal.]

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

[After all, they are both envoys, and they also gave the Interstellar Peace Company a rich resource area.]

"Don't let it go back to the way it was."

You waved your hand casually, your figure gradually disappearing into the fog that suddenly rose from the street.

【The moment the fog clears.】

[You have entered the former Tarak Federation.]

The sky, once shrouded in brilliant light, is now covered in rusted metal debris; the decayed starport supports pierce the void like broken ribs, silently accusing you of everything you have done.

[Your footsteps crushed the debris on the ground, and with every step, the hem of your clothes was torn by sharp objects.]

【Until a certain moment.】

[A cold blue mechanical arm suddenly thrusts out, piercing your heart with precision.]

You stumble and grab hold of the fallen pillar.

[Countless unfamiliar faces suddenly appeared on the metal surface that my fingertips touched.]

[The memories of fear and unwillingness left behind by the residents of the Tarak Federation who were devoured by the memory worms.]

[This moment turns into a torrent that flows into your consciousness. You groan and continue walking forward.]

[Then your memory begins to collapse like an hourglass.]

[The smiling faces of the children in the welfare home, the first lights that lit up in the city during the reforestation, the morning mist in the vegetable market...]

[These precious fragments are torn into pieces, mixed with burning embers, and dissipated in your mind.]

What the residents of Tarlac are experiencing now is also happening to you.

[After all, you are also a member of the Tarak Federation. ]

[When the last bit of strength is exhausted, you kneel down in the middle of the ruins.]

[Looking at the newly born Tarak Federation looming in the mist in the distance.]

[The light in your pupils gradually dims, but the smile at the corners of your mouth becomes clearer and clearer——]

“How beautiful!”

Volume 1: Chapter 42: After That

[This is something that happened after the newly born Tarak Federation.]

【The star of slavery. 】

[Now this is the most prosperous entertainment planet in the Tarak Federation.]

【And here a celebrity emerged. 】

【His name is "Promise".】

【Speaking of which, this guy is quite cheerful! 】

[He is a [Life Swapper] who exchanges his life with someone in the Tarak Federation.]

[Then before the Interstellar Peace Corporation cooperated with the Tarak Federation.]

[He wrote a lot of cultural works of his original civilization, and even distorted hybrid versions.]

【But since the Interstellar Peace Company came. 】

【This guy is interesting! 】

[I heard that some people who work "exactly like" him are planning to come visit him.]

[After all, it’s hard to find a soulmate among some people! ]

[When they heard the news, they all wanted to have a good discussion with him about his inspiration at the time.]

[Caused him to sweat profusely! ]

【Not buddy! 】

[He's already in the Tarak Federation! He can still pull this off!]

[Next is the welfare home run by a sea patrolman.]

[In the spacious courtyard of the welfare home, the sun shines warmly.]

A group of children are playing and having fun. Their silvery laughter and chatter, like dancing notes, flow happily in the air.

A gray-haired old man sat quietly on a bench in the corner, wearing a slightly faded but very neat coat.

[Her eyes were filled with confusion as she gazed quietly at the group of lively children.]

[The old man's face is full of traces of time, and the deep wrinkles seem to hide countless stories.]

[Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.]

The children were chasing each other in the yard, occasionally letting out crisp laughter.

Some children ran happily, holding colorful balloons in their hands, and the balloons swayed gently in the wind;

Some children sat together, sharing snacks, their faces filled with satisfied smiles.

【soon.】

She remembered.

She is too old.

[The old man is a little out of his element, and even feels a little unable to lift the hunting rifle.]

So she opened an orphanage here.

She looked forward to the day when a child here would take over her hunting rifle and continue her "hunting patrol."

Then, she smiled kindly and spoke softly to the children.

"Children, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

The children's responses were varied and brilliant, full of childlike innocence and wonderful imagination.

[Some are simple and plain, without any ripples, yet reveal pure aspirations; some are hilarious and make you burst into laughter; and some, like her, harbor the great dream of becoming a sea patroller...]

As Grandma Chen looked at these innocent children, a kind smile involuntarily appeared on her face, filled with joy, love, and hope.

【Then there is the Interstellar Peace Corporation.】

"Diamond Manager! Please help me take a look at this!"

The head of Interstellar Peace's publicity department handed a document to Diamond.

Diamond flipped it open and glanced at it, then looked at the Minister of Propaganda with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Why are you trying to discredit the Tarak Federation?"

"Because they're competing with us for that resource area!"

The Minister of Propaganda's tone was filled with indignation and helplessness.

"They clearly proposed the contract, but now they're going back on their word!"

【Diamond was stunned.】

[Then a thoughtful look appeared on his face.]

【Then he shook his head with a smile.】

[That resource area you "invented" has now become the focus of competition between the Tarak Federation and the Interstellar Peace Corporation.]

[After all, some of the resources there might be given to the "Amber King" to build the wall.]

But to some extent.

[This can be considered as finding a seemingly reasonable "anchor point" for the establishment of the current Tarak Federation.]

[After all, the size of Interstellar Peace Company is there. ]

"The plan is fine!"

“But the content is too extreme.”

Diamond placed the plan in the hands of the head of the Propaganda Department.

"Even if it's a smear, you can't portray the Tarak Federation as so twisted and dark."

[“After all, it’s too dark, so it’s easy to see the flaws, isn’t it?”]

The Minister of Propaganda was startled, a flicker of realization crossing his face.

【Then he nodded.】

[In fact, he didn't know why he wrote such a dark and twisted Tarak Federation.]

[At that moment, inspiration suddenly burst forth like a spring, and I wrote this plan in one stroke.]

【But he didn’t pay much attention to it at that time. 】

Now he nods.

【Then he said goodbye to Diamond and left in a hurry.】

[And "Diamond" is a memory of the former Tarak Federation.]

【Then compare it with the current Tarlac Federation.】

[“I’m crying~; you’re crying~”]

"The current Tarak Federation still looks more pleasing to the eye..." He said softly with a smile, his lips curled up.

[As the envoy of the "Protection" Order, he knows how to stabilize the current Tarak Federation.]

It’s actually very simple.

Just make its existence reasonable.

[Slander, praise, gossip, or perhaps a leader being executed by a passing sea patrolman...]

[In fact, they can all be considered "anchor points" to anchor the current Tarak Federation.]

What if the anchoring fails?

Diamond firmly believes that the man who once "saved" the Tarak Federation will once again emerge from the fog of "fiction."

【Take a guess.】

[Who will appear then? Or will it be the Lord of Extinction? Or that "mysterious" messenger?]

【so. 】

[Whether it's for that precious promise, or to make this abstract universe, which is already full of unknowns and fantasies, less difficult.]

[He will take care of the Tarak Federation for a while.]

[Until it has enough "anchor points" to stabilize its own existence.

【Finally, the gaze focused on Liuguang Yiting.】

[Here, although the memory of the Tarak Federation has not completely dissipated, it is gradually losing its presence.]

[Even if it is right before the eyes of a certain rememberer.]

They will subconsciously ignore it.

[And the memory-incinerating Krama was staring at a cone of light in his hand, lost in thought.]

[Why did a cone of light suddenly appear on his desk? ]

【Could it be haunted? 】

【If Yiting really has a ghost. 】