I, on the Starry Sky Railway, change everything

I, the author of "Starry Sky Railway, Reverse All Things," am the system.

Jizi: "Obviously, as a member of the train crew, Huayi is always exploring new worlds."

Fu Xuan: "No need to say more, he is a distinguished guest of the Immortal Boat, and the hexagrams related to him are always auspicious."

Topa: "The company expresses its gratitude to Mr. Hua Yi for his great contribution to conservation and will continue to provide strong support."

Black Swan: "You are surrounded by so many shining memories. I look forward to the day when you will take the initiative to share your memories with me."

Hanabi: "Everyone around you seems so happy. You must be really good at making people laugh, right?"

"Wait, Hua Yi, why are you still doing this fictional historian thing? Which side are you on?!"

Later, the story between the stars and the sea became "We are on Huayi's side."

The story of the Collapse World, a captain who conquered the world of Collapse and a supreme being on the continent of Teyvat.

Chapter 1 Welcome to the Black Tower Space Station

Welcome to the Black Tower Space Station!

If you seek to explore the frontiers of life, to where in the universe it has already extended;

If you examine whether a debate on the meaning of a principle has received an absolute response;

If your long-cherished wish is to reproduce the original appearance of the Milky Way;

If you are already immersed in the deep vortex of symbols and scrolls;

Well then, welcome again, and congratulations on arriving at the Black Tower Space Station!

The wisdom and answers here lie hidden amidst the many unknowns and wonders, and you will wield a small hoe—to unearth the answers you've longed for day and night.

Built under the leadership of the renowned Black Tower Lady, a member of the cosmic club of geniuses, this museum-like interstellar ship orbits the planet and is a well-known gathering place of wisdom in the galaxy.

Within the universe, talents are selected from countless planets, and outstanding individuals are chosen to enter the space station. Even if they cannot keep up with the geniuses, they can still contribute their wisdom to exploring the laws of all things in the ordinary world and even the unsolved mysteries in the galaxy.

This is a stage that far surpasses the spotlight, reaching a level that can attract attention from all corners of the universe. The Black Tower is its prominent banner, and the Interstellar Peace Corporation provides strong economic and equipment support, and promotes the outstanding research results of the space station to the endless starry sky.

Visitors arriving at the space station for the first time, dazzled by the magnificent starry sky, will surely feel their blood boil and turn a new page in their lives as they read the introductory manual.

How exhilarating!

Upon learning that the contents of this introductory manual were personally written by Ms. Black Tower, the philosophical insights of that renowned genius were now within reach. One could imagine the blood coursing through one's veins surging even faster, giving rise to a boundless sense of pride as the door to truth slowly opens towards one's being—

If you haven't seen the second half of the instruction manual.

[However, to experience all this wonder, a very simple prerequisite is required: becoming a junior research fellow. If you, the reader of this document, are merely a space enthusiast, then I regret to inform you that your exploration journey ended the moment it began. Cherish your visit to the reception hall; it may be the closest you ever come to wisdom in your short life.]

The genius ruthlessly shattered the illusions of the mediocre and extinguished their unrealistic enthusiasm, even though applying for a visit to the Black Tower space station through the proper channels was no easy task.

How can one become a junior clerk?

Young scholars selected and sent here for advanced studies by various forces, or talents recruited into the space station through a rigorous selection process.

To meet the former requirement, one must at least be a powerful force capable of directly communicating with the colossal beings that lie across the cosmos and the Interstellar Peace Corporation. As for the seemingly simple latter, it is a competition among numerous planets to determine the chosen ones.

The talent recruited by the space station did not meet the standard of "genius," but on those stars that gave birth to civilizations, they were absolute geniuses in the eyes of ordinary people.

When a group of geniuses in the conventional sense gather together, it is natural that they will be distinguished by their abilities. A few will be able to spark inspiration through the collision of ideas, while the vast majority will only be able to work as ordinary staff members on the space station.

An ordinary cog in the machine, so ordinary that colleagues might not even notice him, quietly working on his project. He makes a basic mistake and is criticized by his superiors, meekly admitting his error. But when he looks at the error report alone, he discovers that the "basic mistake" others mentioned was actually a complex problem that he couldn't figure out no matter how hard he tried.

"Are you looking at the old version of the space station's introductory manual? Although it was written by Ms. Black Tower, it's best to forget the contents, or more precisely, the latter half, otherwise you'll find that 'a little research clerk' is a very apt term."

In the base section, a staff member glanced at the booklet in the new recruit's hand, then quickly looked away as if trying to escape, turning his gaze to the reception center below.

A group of visitors had gathered there.

Admirers of Lady Black Tower, tourists who have heard of the space station's fame, travelers seeking truth or help from the space station... They log onto the interstellar peace network, find the official website of the Black Tower space station, send emails according to the template, and wait 180 working days for the results. The lucky few whose applications are approved become the crowd in the reception hall.

There are people coming and going every day.

"Look at their expressions—curious, excited, jubilant, full of enthusiasm and hope. They even show envy when they see a staff member passing by the reception hall. Sigh..."

"Aren't you a member of the space station yourself? You're one of the people they envy."

"Yes, you enter the space station through selection, become a staff member, dream of exploring the truth, but end up doing nothing. Let alone seeking the unknown, you just do your best to follow the path given by others. Can you imagine? You submit a project that you have racked your brains to complete, and then your superiors point out the loopholes and fallacies at a glance."

As he spoke, the clerk covered his face, his voice trembling.

"But I stared at that project report, at the formula derivation and calculation process, looking at it over and over again, but I just couldn't see where the problem was. I've done my best! I really haven't left myself any leisure time; I've devoted myself entirely to research and learning!"

"Perhaps you need to calm down and get some rest right now."

"How could I possibly sleep! All I can see when I close my eyes are unfinished projects. If I keep putting it off like this, I really don't know what to do."

I just wanted to introduce the basics of the space station to the new colleague in my department and help him get familiar with the environment, but how did it turn out like this?

It becomes a one-sided release of pressure.

However, the other party did not show any disgust or surprise, and listened patiently throughout.

"I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions a bit..."

"What is the confidentiality level of the project you are in charge of? Can I see it? Perhaps I can try to help you in some way."

"As a 'small research fellow' like me, the projects I'm responsible for are naturally quite ordinary. You can look at them if you want. But even if you arrived at the space station recently and read some books in our Guangyuan Secret Scrolls Department, it won't be so easy for you to immediately immerse yourself in research work."

"I understand, it's just a chance. I might need you, as a senior, to answer my questions later."

"Haha."

The clerk's anxious mood inexplicably eased after a few words. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and looked at the newcomer across the table with some emotion.

"Thank you anyway, Hua Yi."

Chapter 2 The Theory of Imaginary Numbers

The Black Tower Space Station was originally built by the Interstellar Peace Corporation as a facility to house the Black Tower's collections. Later, the company proposed to jointly explore the mysteries of the stars, and scholars seeking novelty and exploration flocked to the station to conduct research.

The various departments constitute the basic organizational structure of the space station. The four departments of medical care, maintenance, defense and service are all support departments. The five major research departments are star field species, galactic law and politics, light abyss secret scrolls, global geography and universal application. Hua Yi is a new staff member of the light abyss secret scrolls department who has been on the space station for a short time.

This department was established to study the Star Gods and the Mysterious Ritual of Concealment.

Beings known as [Star Gods] create reality, erase stars, and leave their traces in countless [worlds].

We know very little about these sentient celestial bodies that wander in the deep cosmos.

Limited by their finite cognition, intelligent life can only vaguely perceive that the star gods are embarking on a destiny that is beyond the reach of mortals, and that they are exercising their immeasurable power through certain ideas.

The Department of Radiant Abyss Secret Scrolls studies beings that transcend reality and the stars. Its purpose is extraordinary. If it is not to say that it surpasses the Department of Galactic Law and Politics, which opposed the theory of justice based on the strong at its inception, its research philosophy should at least be superior to other departments.

The Department of Global Geography deals with soil and rocks; the Department of Universal Applications oversees the inflow, outflow, inventory, and verification of all assets on the space station; and the Department of Star Domain Species explores the strange and wondrous things on the planet's surface—

Soil, stone, assets, strange life—none of these things can compare to the sublimity of the Star God.

Unfortunately, the Guangyuan Secret Scroll Department did not have the opportunity to truly study the Star God.

The path that the Star Gods walk is their destiny. They often turn a blind eye to mortals who walk the path of destiny they control. A fleeting glance from them out of approval or pity is enough for their followers to treasure.

The true master of the Black Tower Space Station, a genius like Lady Black Tower, only has two records of visiting the Star God. For the scholars gathered at the space station, let alone meeting the Star God, it is even more difficult to see Black Tower herself. It is already extremely rare for her to appear occasionally by remotely controlling puppets.

At this moment, what truly broke the heart of this lowly clerk in the Guangyuan Secret Scrolls Department was not the record of obtaining the Star God's glimpse, nor the fact that he could study it—that was something beyond his rank to access.

A mere theoretical argument unrelated to star gods is a formidable obstacle on the path of mortal research.

"Have you finished reading?"

"Yes."

Hua Yi put down the project proposal in his hand.

"You used the theory of [imaginary tree] in your derivation. Is there a problem with that?"

"I didn't know, isn't this a universally accepted cosmological theory? I used it as a premise to arrive at the results required by the project, but I got a severe scolding from my superiors..."

Before the theory of the Imaginary Tree was proposed, the universe was called the "Void and Blind Thing" because of its unobservable nature.

After the theory was born, people were able to use their imagination to outline its working principle. The ownerless imaginary energy flows continuously through the spacetime dimensional tube, forming the [galaxy] in cognition at the end - that is, the countless worlds.

And between the worlds, just like the spatial barrier between leaves, there is an unknown imaginary space that is difficult to cross.

The Academy of Knowledge once believed that Harnad Ponchi, the second-in-command of the Genius Club, was the first to propose the origin theory of the [Tree of Imaginary Numbers]. However, after repeatedly examining the influence of fictional historians, the academic community now generally believes that Zandal I. Kuwabara was the first to propose the first-in-command of the Genius Club.

"Could it be that I wrote the wrong author of the theory? No, I did. I also read about the influence of fictional historians. I even wanted to scold those guys who confused the history of the Milky Way and increased the difficulty of research."

"That's not the problem. The theory of the tree of imaginary numbers has been falsified, so you can't treat it as a derivation theorem."

"what?"

"The theory holds that the tree of imaginary numbers is the tree of the universe, and constitutes the only thing that makes up the world. However, long-range remote sensing technology has disproved the uniqueness of imaginary numbers, and the universe is not entirely composed of imaginary energy."

The explanation from the new clerk, Hua Yi, left the veteran clerk stunned for a moment. Then, Hua Yi suddenly stood up and rushed to the terminal machine, using his research privileges to search for keywords. This attracted the attention of the visitors in the reception hall below, who looked up at the space station clerk running excitedly with a mixture of respect and curiosity. Their expressions kept changing.

"It really is true. There was a problem with this step of the derivation process. No wonder the superiors returned the report so quickly. It seems my knowledge is still not broad enough..."

The senior clerk who discovered the problem was overjoyed. He shook off his previous dejection and treated the returned report as a draft paper, picking up a pen to do calculations on it.

"No wonder, no wonder I saw some limiting conditions in the later formulas but they weren't used in the end. I see, I see!"

After a long while, once the calculated results met the experimental requirements, the senior staff member finally breathed a sigh of relief.

All that's left is to rewrite the report.

Then he suddenly realized something, looked up in shock, stared at Hua Yi for a long time without speaking, and finally spoke after a long while.

"You...you discovered the problem with my derivation in such a short time?! The theory of the Imaginary Tree is clearly knowledge that ordinary planets cannot access, as are terms like the Genius Club and Fictional Historians. Papers on falsification theories are even more highly specialized. You've only been at the Black Tower Space Station for a few days, and you already have this kind of knowledge?!"

"I just happened to have seen the relevant information; I was just lucky."

"How can you so bluntly attribute it to good luck? Most people who come to work on the space station would be overwhelmed by all sorts of information. You haven't been to the maintenance department; it's a well-known tourist attraction that showcases the lowest level of intelligence."

"I think the reason why the others in the Guangyuan Secret Scrolls Department did not explain the fallacies in the derivation process to you is probably because it is quite common and many people make the same mistakes. The older staff explained it to the previous staff members too many times, but they still made the same mistakes frequently, so they became a little impatient."

"Hey, don't bother comforting me. Thank you so much this time—I'll give you the project bonus!"

"How could I take away your wages? Just let me know if you come across any special projects in the future."

"Okay, okay, I'll go rewrite the report and submit it first. If there are no problems, I'll get a good night's sleep! I've been having insomnia for several days. I can't find the problem on my own, and I'm afraid to ask others. I didn't expect that you would help me so much in the end. Hey, so I guess I'm the lucky one today."

Chapter 3 Emily

Hua Yi watched the clerk leave, then looked down at the crowd in the reception hall from the high platform, while the electronic broadcast echoed in the base section hall.

The mysteries of the universe are a subject that many scholars dedicate their lives to exploring. They may be so complex that they cannot be expressed in any language, or they may be so ordinary that they are hidden in the most visible cracks and corners. Yet, the diverse beings scattered throughout the galaxies have collectively created the magnificent tapestry called civilization…

This is a voice introduction to the space station specifically for visiting tourists. It was written by Station Master Estar herself, as a replacement for the old version written by Lady Black Tower.

Even though the staff in various departments of the space station knew that the sharp words written by Ms. Black Tower were true, they breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that the introductory manual, personally completed by that genius, was ultimately replaced by Station Master Estádio due to design issues.

Everyone naturally respected the members of the Genius Club, the great Lady Black Tower.

But putting aside the feelings of visitors who have finally had the chance to visit the space station after a long wait and rigorous review, researchers who hear electronic broadcasts every day saying "just a lowly clerk" will completely lose their already dwindling confidence, along with their ambition.

In that case, who would be able to focus on research, stand at attention obediently, and wait to be utterly crushed by the Black Tower?

Fortunately, the Black Tower rarely manages the space station directly; the station manager, Estádio, is responsible for all matters. Both sides have made great contributions to the stable operation of the space station.

Otherwise, merely seeing a part of the whole picture, given Black Tower's directness, if he were to utter a few more insightful words or leave behind some personal writings, countless clerks would despair at the gap between themselves and geniuses, cry as they return to their home planets, and abandon their work on the space station.

It's better to endure the disappointed looks from family and friends back home than to suffer setbacks on the space station.

The Black Tower Space Station is not an isolated paradise; it is a gathering place for many brilliant minds from across the universe, where wisdom collides and determines who is superior.

[We piece together the fragments of a fallen symphony, allowing us to recreate the grand spectacle of glorious moments; we decipher the core of unknown technologies, enabling us to glimpse the dazzling brilliance of civilization's wisdom.]

Unlike The Black Tower, which, after a grand opening, delivers a harsh blow to visitors, ruthlessly revealing that ordinary tourists are merely passersby on the space station, Estádio's version is much gentler in its wording.

Scholars transformed themselves into a small boat, crossing the vast Milky Way to its end. The silent answer on the other shore is the best response to our progress.

As a time traveler, Hua Yi didn't even need to specifically organize information about the Starry Sky Railway universe. He could appreciate the gentleness and kindness of the young stationmaster simply by listening to the electronic broadcasts.

[I hope you can experience the allure of the unknown and the joy of learning at the Black Tower Space Station!]

Visitors are limited to the space elevator and reception hall, with a tour lasting only thirty minutes. Such a limited journey means they can never suddenly grasp some supreme truth or profound wisdom within the space station.

However, Estelle still kindly encourages visitors to do their best to preserve that small spark, whether it stems from ideals, beliefs, or even just interest, hoping that it will shine brightly in the future.

"Hey, what are you spacing out for?"