Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

Bai Ge muttered to himself, his fingertips clenched into a fist, and a longbow condensed from imaginary energy appeared in his palm.

The moment the bowstring vibrated, the wind and snow around it suddenly stopped, as if even time was gathering power for this arrow.

"Oh!"

The moment the arrow left the bow, the spire collapsed.

In the smoke.

A figure slowly walked out - it was the middle-aged man in the communicator before.

His body had become translucent, with violet veins of light flowing under his skin, making him look like a walking crystal sculpture.

"Angel, you are finally here."

He opened his arms, and countless amethyst crosses rose from the ruins behind him, each imprisoning a twisted human figure.

"look!"

“The time of redemption has arrived!”

Bai Ge's pupils suddenly contracted.

Those nailed to the cross.

They are all those guys who call themselves saviors.

Their faces were ferocious with extreme excitement, and devout hymns came from their throats.

"Please grant us liberation...Please grant us salvation..."

Because they know.

"Angels" are their redeemers!

They believed it so much! They were so sure of it!

and so!

Bai Ge is here!

The angel is coming!

The "salvation" they longed for has finally arrived!

You realize!

You are almost becoming part of this crazy group.

[And now the ideas of this group of "Saviors" have gathered into an imaginary torrent, sweeping you towards their path.]

[The hunting arrows are trembling, the flames of destruction are roaring - and your heart, for the first time, feels the beating of fear.]

【You are not afraid of death! 】

[Quite the opposite!]

【You long for death and revenge on yourself! 】

【but! 】

【When you. LengqibashuIV @wuliu is no longer you.】

[When you become someone who is identical to yourself, but completely different at the core.]

How disgusting and terrifying this is for you.

"Shut up!!!"

Bai Ge roared and pulled the bowstring to its full extent, and arrows poured down like meteors.

The crosses made of amethyst shattered one after another, but the released souls did not dissipate. Instead, they turned into streams of light and flowed into his body.

The speed of antimatter erosion suddenly accelerated, and his right leg crystallized instantly, with blue flames seeping out of the cracks.

The middle-aged man laughed wildly.

"Yes! That's right! You are still too merciful!"

"You have seen the suffering of the world, yet you only redeem us!"

His body began to dissolve, and the amethyst wrapped around Bai Ge like a vine.

"so!"

"Angel! Please forgive us!"

"We will be honored to be the first nourishment for your eclosion!"

"Let you completely transform into the angel of salvation!"

The strange feeling made Bai Ge fall to his knees.

Your vision begins to become as colorful as a kaleidoscope, filled with the sufferings of the world that you see.

It was as if thousands of sounds blended together and resounded in his ears.

They spoke a word in unison.

"Please save those pitiful creatures who are sinking in the sea of ​​suffering!"

【Your consciousness falls into a pure white space.】

[There are no dead souls here, no hatred, only a giant, dry tree rooted in the void, with countless fragments of memories hanging from its branches.]

[My father's hands teaching me how to fish, the aroma of my mother steaming acacia flower cakes, and even the blood that splattered when Alice's head was crushed...]

[They swayed gently like wind chimes, emitting a faint, mournful sound.]

【This is the tree made of your memories! 】

Bai Ge reached out and touched the most recent memory.

The moment the fingertips touched, the picture suddenly exploded——

"Bai Ge, survive."

The mother's voice came from the fragments, so gentle that it was suffocating.

Bai Ge knew that his mother had never said this.

But he knew.

These were the words he evolved based on his own memories, and at this moment Bai Ge finally understood one thing.

[I have never truly accepted "hunting" or "destruction."]

【He's just an empty shell driven by guilt! 】

[Using self-revenge and self-destruction to cover up the denial of one's own existence.]

【And now. 】

[It seems as if fate has given him another choice——]

【Become a cocoon, or turn into wind. 】

【But there is no right to choose between heaven and hell, only the fate of being chosen. 】

【The world is inherently cruel and merciless. 】

Volume 1: Chapter 9: So Let Me Die Here!

The pure white space was trembling.

Fragments of memory fell like meteors, each one carrying a sharp wail.

Bai Ge stood under his own tree of memory, his fingertips hovering over a fragment that smelled of locust flowers.

The "self" leaning against the tree trunk was still chuckling.

The fingertips casually pluck the branches of memory, as if playing a silent requiem.

"You're afraid to admit—"

"Shut up!"

Bai Ge's roar tore the silence of the space apart. The antimatter energy condensed into a twisted vortex in his palm, but he was unable to swing it out.

The other figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment it was close to his ear.

"You don't even have the courage to kill me, so what's the point of talking about revenge?"

The cold breath brushed across his neck, and Bai Ge trembled all over.

The roots of the dead tree suddenly erupted, wrapping around his limbs. Fragments of memory formed into chains, piercing his skin.

The dying face of the father, Alice's shattered head, the middle-aged man's smile of relief...

All the details that he had deliberately forgotten turned into sharp blades of torture at this moment.

"Look at these, Bai Ge."

The voice of "myself" echoes in the void,

"You hate the Redeemers because they are like a mirror reflecting your own hatred for yourself."

"You dare not die, nor do you dare live, so you trap yourself in the cocoon of 'revenge'—"

Bai Ge's pupils suddenly contracted.

The right leg corroded by antimatter cracked with a crisp sound, and dark blue flames gushed out from the crack.

He looked down at his hands.

What's flowing under your skin now is no longer blood, but a black liquid of unknown substance.

"Cocoon..." he muttered to himself.

Becoming a cocoon means completely assimilating with antimatter and becoming an angel in the eyes of the "saviors".

To turn into wind, one must tear open this cocoon with one's own hands and face the bloody past.

The Tree of Memory suddenly shook violently.

A yellowed fragment fell from the branch and hovered in front of his eyes.

It was a scene of my mother steaming locust flower cakes. Amidst the steam, her back was as gentle as a dying light.

"Live."

The sound that had never existed in my memory was now so clear that it was piercing my ears.

Bai Ge's fingertips touched the fragments.

The fragrance of locust flowers suddenly became strong, and the severe pain of antimatter erosion receded like a tide.

He saw his younger self squatting beside the stove, his mother stuffing a piece of cake into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, it's hot."

Her fingers were rough and warm, and there was an old scar on her palm from fishing line.

——That was when his father was teaching him to cast a fishing rod, and the fishing line accidentally cut her hand.

Tears suddenly blurred my vision.

The antimatter heart roared as it was overwhelmed, and cracks spread from the chest to the entire body.

"It's never them that I hate."

Bai Ge knelt on the ground, and the imaginary energy in his body poured out like a rainstorm.

"I hate myself for not being able to stop this."

The pure white space began to collapse.

The figure of "myself" gradually became transparent among the fragments, but a relieved arc appeared at the corner of my mouth.

"Choose, Bai Ge - Moon*Yi Er#Another弍一叄冷V III (II)."

"It's to become a cocoon, trapped in hatred forever—"

"Or turn into the wind, carry the memories of all the dead... and live on."