Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

[He prepared a table of decent-looking food, then took out a few bottles of white wine.]

"Drink?" he asked.

【“Yeah!” You nodded.】

The man poured baijiu into two porcelain bowls, the amber liquid rippling in the dim light. He lifted the bowls, the scars on his knuckles like a twisted centipede.

"Respect the dead," he said.

You clinked the rim of the bowl, tilted your head back, and drank it all in one gulp. As the wine burned your throat, you suddenly remembered the plum wine your mother brewed—a sweet, refreshing scent laced with the fragrance of locust flowers.

[Now the feeling is only hot and numb.]

The man stared at the empty bowl and suddenly laughed: "My wife's wine is much better than this."

"Is she dead?" you ask.

"I killed her," he said casually. "She begged me to redeem her."

You silently pick up a handful of burnt scrambled eggs with your chopsticks. The salt grains stick between your teeth, like swallowing a handful of broken glass.

【You guys just chat like this.】

【Basically, he talks and you listen.】

He talked about his love history, the little things in his life, and how happy he was to be married...

【The more you listen, the dimmer your eyes become.】

He is opening his heart to you.

[Finally, he seemed to be drunk or something, and asked you a question.]

"Do you still dream?"

【"meeting."】

"What did you dream about?"

“Nothing!” You took a deep sip of your wine. “I only dreamed about those deceased people…”

【Close your eyes.】

【The scene in your dream emerges.】

[Some of those who passed away hope that you will live on, some need you to stay with them, and many more pray for you...]

[Looking at your complicated expression, the man didn't say anything, but just asked you to continue drinking and eating!]

[After three rounds of wine, the dishes have five flavors.]

[You see the middle-aged man take out his weapon and inject power into a bullet in front of you.]

You just watch in silence.

[The middle-aged man loaded the bullet into the gun chamber and handed the gun to you.]

　"Kill me!"

You remain silent.

The man pushed the gun forward half an inch, and the metal rubbed against the wooden table, making a teeth-grinding sound.

You noticed that the pinky finger on his right hand, where he held the gun, was missing, and the broken part was covered with crystallized scars—these were the marks of excessive erosion by imaginary energy.

You'll know.

[Looking at the middle-aged man in front of you, your eyes dimmed.]

[He didn't come out like you.]

[It’s just that you can’t die, but he can…]

【"Why?"】

"I dreamed about her!" he replied with a smile.

You remain silent.

【at last. 】

[“Bang!”]

[In the silent night, a gunshot suddenly rang out.]

"Thank you!"

He thanked you and slowly closed his eyes, falling into an eternal sleep like a baby.

【Looking at the relieved middle-aged man.】

You can't help but think again of the idea of ​​the "Savior" that group held!

【“Death is the best salvation.”】

Bai Ge squatted beside the middle-aged man's body, the gun barrel still retaining warmth.

There was a hint of relief on the corner of the man's mouth, as if death was the gift he had been waiting for for a long time.

Bai Ge's fingertips unconsciously stroked the patterns on the gun handle, and his antimatter-filled heart suddenly vibrated violently for a moment, like some kind of silent resonance.

"Even you can be redeemed..."

He murmured softly, his eyes sweeping over the metal pendant on the man's chest—a yellowed family photo with edges polished to a shine.

The woman in the photo has a gentle smile and is holding a swaddled baby in her arms.

Bai Ge's pupils contracted slightly, and a vague image in his memory suddenly flashed.

His mother held him in her arms and sang a lullaby softly under the locust tree.

He stood up suddenly and threw the gun hard into the corner.

Amid the harsh sound of metal hitting the wall, antimatter energy overflowed uncontrollably from his palm, instantly corroding the gun into a ball of twisted scrap metal.

"You could have survived!"

He growled at the corpse.

There was jealousy in his voice that he himself was not even aware of.

After all, he and Bai Ge clearly possess the same power.

Why can he die!

Volume 1: Chapter 8: Become a cocoon, or turn into wind.

in reality.

Bai Ge looked at himself in the simulator.

Because his emotions had largely disappeared, he could now rationally analyze himself in the simulator.

He knew the source of the hunting patrol.

but.

"What the hell is undead destruction?"

Bai Ge began to recall the symbols of destructive fate in the think tank.

Impulsive, angry, destructive.

He knew it was just an appearance.

Bai Ge thought of the creatures in the antimatter army that were transformed into virtual soldiers.

Although most of the virtual soldiers are not intelligent, some of them still have the intelligence they had before being transformed into virtual soldiers.

"Destruction seems to symbolize rebirth in some way?"

Now Bai Ge finally understood a little.

The self in the simulator can be seen as a bug that is spinning a "cocoon".

Yes, "cocooning".

The antimatter on his body is the silk thread of the cocoon. When his whole body in the simulator is covered with antimatter.

Eventually, it will transform from a "bug" into a flapping "butterfly".

but.

"Then this butterfly is really powerful..."

After deducing this matter.

The corners of Bai Ge's mouth twitched slightly.

He couldn't imagine the scene in the simulator where he would break out of the "cocoon" and become a "butterfly".

What's wrong?

What he used was [Hunting Wax], not [Destruction Wax]!

You can't just have a Destruction Order appear suddenly, right?

Bai Ge was silent for a while.

I think it's unlikely.

But there is a high probability that a backbone of the antimatter army will emerge.

Could it be that the first time that the "Destruction" elbow defeats the "Hunter" will be staged here?

But if something like this really pops up.

Then we can quote this classic quote.

[We are all little monsters, and one day we will be killed by the righteous Ultraman. ]

After all, in a sense, if the self in the simulation is completely distorted, it will basically become a "little monster" that can only destroy.

In this world, there really will be some "Ultraman" who symbolizes justice and will come to deal with him.

Bai Ge shook his head.

Bring back the divergent thoughts.

Anyway, let's look at the simulation first.

[Two-thirds of your body has been corroded by antimatter, but you feel that you are getting stronger.]

[In other words, you are going further and further on the path of destiny.]

If you are an ordinary person, you will walk on the path of destiny and unwaveringly implement your own ideals.

[And you are a destiny walker whose core is self-revenge and self-destruction.]

[You run wildly on this road, sprint around, and even spin and jump...]

[With self-revenge as the core and self-destruction as the cocoon.]

【And you are this special "cocoon."】

[No living being knows what kind of creature will be born at that time! ]

Age 30: The souls of those you "redeemed" begin to materialize. They linger in your shadow, whispering in your ears every night.

You no longer need sleep

[Or rather, you dare not fall asleep—your dreams have become countless hands reaching out from the abyss, trying to drag you into eternal "salvation"]

The cold wind from the north, carrying ice chips, blew across Bai Ge's exposed antimatter skin, making a hissing sound like metallic friction.

He stood before a towering amethyst spire, atop which hung a massive cross.

Nailed on it was a corpse that was neatly dressed and looked like it had just fallen asleep.

"Evil Corpses" is the name Bai Ge gave them.

Because they carry their sins and live forever in this painful reality.

No one offered them "salvation".

"Another redemption..."