Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

She looked at the lance in her hand, which was passed down from generation to generation of great guardians, smiled, and then handed it to Bai Ge.

"I'm giving it to you!"

"Consider it your gift for saving Beloberg!"

Bai Ge was stunned.

I didn't expect that the item that originally belonged to Xing would end up in my hands.

He looked at the lance.

Lost in thought.

If this thing were to hit me, would I be able to awaken and protect my destiny directly?

Before Bai Ge could think more.

San Yueqi pulled at the corner of Bai Ge's clothes.

"We should go!"

Bai Ge nodded and said to Yue Yi.

After all, sealing the star core is still more important now. As for what will happen next with Yalilo VI?

Isn't there also the Starry Sky Train?

Star tracks are a great thing!

He comes when he wants and leaves when he wants!

Very fast!

Thinking of this, Bai Ge directly opened his simulator.

[Please select the designated QierG Lingsijiu abandoned items to simulate...]

Bai Ge directly chose the Great Guardian Lance.

[Selected Wonder Item: Great Guardian Lance]

[Start simulation? 】

"start!"

So the familiar scene appeared in front of Bai Ge again.

[Connecting to the β-2065 branch of the Imaginary Number Tree! ]

[The world is loading...]

【Keyword search: conservation】

[Simulation begins...]

and many more!

Why does this branch number look so familiar!

Bai Ge's eyes widened slightly!

Isn’t this the simulated world that Fengyao simulated?

Is it possible that there will be a collaboration this time?

When Bai Ge was brainstorming, Bai Ge's body suddenly fell to the ground outside and he couldn't get up!

Danheng, Sanyueqi and Cocolia were stunned by what they saw.

Xing looked surprised, then picked up Bai Ge and walked towards where they came from.

The next ones to react were Sanyueqi and Danheng.

Under Cocolia's gaze, the four-member train group left just like that!

ps: Let’s go crazy tomorrow!

Volume 1: Chapter 68: Symphony of Destiny!

[0 years old: You were born into an ordinary family.]

Your parents are just ordinary people who run an ordinary little restaurant.

[3 years old: You act very timid, as if you are afraid of everything in the world.]

What frustrates your parents the most is your sensitivity to "sight."

If a neighbor casually glances at you while chatting on the street corner, or if you see diners toasting their glasses in a restaurant, your eyes will instantly turn red, and you will clutch the adult's fingers and let out a frightened whimper.

【Your parents are really troubled by this! 】

[7 years old: The fear in your eyes seems to have faded a little, but it is hidden beneath the surface like a stream.]

You learned without any instruction to use a smile as a mask, hiding your anxiety about the world deep in your heart.

Then, learn to be as cheerful and cheerful as your peers, using it as a sugar coating to cover up the fear deep inside.

Your parents don't know all this.

【They are happy for your normality! 】

[10 years old: Safety tips on TV become your beacon.]

You stare at the protective techniques demonstrated on the TV screen, absorbing moisture like a dry sponge.

You even asked your parents to read related books.

They looked at your carefully circled notebook and happily stuffed the "Children's Safety Handbook" into your schoolbag.

[After all, in their opinion, reading these safety books is better than reading those violent cartoons.]

[13 years old: You start learning self-defense techniques and carry some small self-defense tools in your hidden pockets.]

【Even if you are 13 years old! 】

[But you are still full of fear of this world! You are afraid that something or someone will plot against you!]

[15 years old: While your peers were obsessed with romance dramas and campus comics, you were searching for survival logic in the ruins of disaster movies.]

You make escape lists for science fiction apocalyptic scenarios and draw maps of shelters on the back of your notebook.

What others consider "fictional crises" have become detailed emergency response plans in your writing.

[17 years old: A great disaster has struck! ]

As dusk drenched the city, the first anomaly appeared in the homeless man on the street corner.

His figure curled up beside the trash can suddenly twitched, his cloudy eyeballs rolled back, and what came out of his throat was not a groan, but a gurgling sound like the friction of stones.

When a passing delivery man kindly handed him half a bottle of water, he pounced on it. The moment his teeth bit through the plastic bottle, the protruding purple blood vessels on the back of his neck were wriggling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A shrill alarm rang out in the emergency room hallway.

The green light of the ECG monitor suddenly connected into a straight line, announcing the death of the elderly man.

But just as the bed was pushed into the morgue, the corpse in the surveillance footage suddenly opened its eyes, and the sound of fingers digging into the metal bedside woke up the doctor on duty.

He saw that the body that should have been stiff was twisting, the joints made crisp sounds like dislocations, the nails grew longer and grayed at an alarming rate, and the rhythm of knocking on the cabinet door was like some kind of hunger signal.

There was a sound of breaking glass in the residential area.

The pajamas on the clothesline on the third floor were suddenly pulled off, and the clothesline broke in the struggle.

The awakened resident turned on the balcony light and saw the housewife downstairs hanging on the anti-theft net.

Her limbs were bent at unnatural angles, her fingertips dangling from the rebar.

The head that should have been drooping was actually turning upwards, with half a piece of human flesh hanging from the corner of the cracked mouth, and an indistinct roar coming from the throat.

"Hungry……"

[And a similar scene occurred in your town.]

【It’s just that it hasn’t reached a serious level yet at this moment.】

You see a homeless old man in a faded blue shirt huddled in front of the abandoned wooden door of the supply and marketing cooperative, his fingers, like dead branches, suddenly digging into the cracks in the bluestone slabs.

You see spiderweb-like purple spots crawling through the wrinkles on the back of his neck, and his hunched back is bulging strangely, as if countless worms are crawling under his skin.

His twitching spread from his fingertips to his entire face, and the skin under his left eyelid suddenly cracked, oozing out not blood but a gray-black liquid mixed with mucus.

【When you subconsciously take a half step back. 】

The old man's head turns towards you at an unnatural angle, his formerly cloudy pupils now completely blood red.

[Deep within his pupils, thick malice surged.]

His knees made a teeth-grinding cracking sound, but he pounced towards you in a nearly crawling posture——

You touched the folding tactical dagger hidden at your waist. This is the "little prop" you have been carrying since you were very young.

[The stench of the old man's body hits your nose.]

You lean sideways to avoid his claws that were aimed at your throat, and press your knees against his deformed chest.

[The touch didn't feel like human flesh, but more like rotten wood filled with bubbles.]

The black liquid seeping from the depression splashes onto the back of your hand, and the burning pain makes you grit your teeth.

His lower jaw dislocated and bit towards your neck, his jagged teeth gnashing against your shoulder.

You thrust the tactical dagger into his eye socket.

The knife tip encountered less resistance than expected, like piercing a bag of mud.

The dark red liquid flowed down the pen into the palm of his hand, and the old man's roar suddenly turned into a sharp sound like a leak.

【His limbs were still twitching in pain.】

[You press down on the protruding bone spur on the back of his neck with your backhand, and begin to madly attack his eyes again and again!]

[By the dim light of the street lamp, you see his other blood-red pupil rapidly becoming cloudy, transforming into a glass bead covered in gray mist.]

【But it’s not enough! 】

You broke his limbs with force, and then cut off his head with a dagger!

【When everything is over.】

When your body finally collapsed to the ground, you could even hear your own pounding heartbeat mixed with the barking of dogs in the distance.

[You pull the tactical dagger out of the old man's eye socket with some effort.]

[When the tactical dagger was pulled out, a strange trace of blood was brought out.]

You squatted there, gasping for breath, staring at the old man's gradually shrunken body!

But is that enough?

【You stared at the corpse in silence! 】

What if his body gets infected? What if he gets up again? What if he hurts his family?

You remain silent.

【Then walked towards him.】

[Grab the corpse that can no longer be called human.]

[Then he took out a bottle of paraquat and an old-fashioned cell phone from his bag.]

[You must protect your family and the place where you grew up...]

【But you are still too weak and can't do anything! 】

【so. 】

【You should try it! 】

[Because only in this way can you gain strength. After all, reality is still too cruel. If you don't do this, you will always be just an ordinary person.]

[I feel panic about everything in the world, but I don't have the power to protect myself and my family.]

[You looked at the corpse with a flash of determination in your eyes, then opened your mouth and began to devour it!]

【This time you are no longer afraid! 】