Simulation of Destruction, Why Am I Always the Arbiter

"That was the last song of this performance. Normally, it would be time to disperse, but I have a few things I'd like to say before everyone leaves."

His tone remained unchanged; he was still the Chang'an everyone was familiar with.

"Phew, looks like he's okay."

Mobius, who couldn't reach him by phone and had to watch the live broadcast, breathed a sigh of relief. She no longer cared about why her call hadn't gone through.

That wasn't important at all.

What was important was confirming that Ye Chang'an hadn't become an Arbiter.

Controlling Destruction energy to transmit sound from Germany to the Mu Continent—that level of control was something only an Arbiter could achieve.

She was genuinely afraid Ye Chang'an might have become an Arbiter.

Fortunately, Ye Chang'an seemed perfectly normal, except for whatever was wrong with his eyes.

But it didn't matter; as long as he hadn't become an Arbiter, it was fine.

—Speaking of which, with such strong control, couldn't he be used to deal with Arbiters?

Mobius began planning to cultivate Ye Chang'an into a warrior.

Meanwhile, Ye Chang'an, completely unaware, organized his thoughts and spoke calmly.

"Everyone, I love music. I believe music is the most beautiful thing in this world.

Music relaxes the mind, music makes people forget their troubles, music alleviates illness.

But these are not the reasons I fell in love with music; they are effects I discovered after I had already fallen in love with it."

"You might be wondering why music has the effect of alleviating illness."

Ye Chang'an chuckled and continued, answering his own question.

"Do you remember the advertisement I filmed last year? That was the only advertisement I've ever filmed, and it was the first time our Mu Continent brought the concept of 'Destruction Sickness' to the big screen.

Over the past year, you've all gained some understanding of Destruction Sickness, though some of you may still be completely unaware.

Here, I can tell you all clearly."

"Destruction Sickness is a condition that occurs when the human body is infected by a new element called 'Destruction energy.' Excessive infection can be life-threatening.

To cure this condition, our Mu Continent developed a new 'music therapy,' which was then distributed globally in the form of records—the records of the 'Chang'an Melody.'

The original intention was to help everyone overcome the disease."

"However!"

His expression turned serious, and his voice grew stern as he continued.

"Some people have misused the Chang'an Melody records, using its healing effects to conduct human experiments involving Destruction energy.

Since the release of the records, tens of thousands of people worldwide have been captured by these individuals and subjected to inhumane experiments.

Here, I want to apologize to these experimental victims."

"I am sorry that you suffered because of the Chang'an Melody."

Ye Chang'an bowed towards the area where the victims were seated, apologizing. Only after receiving their collective forgiveness did he straighten up and continue.

"The past cannot be undone, but it is worth alerting all of us.

To prevent similar tragedies from happening again, our Mu Continent has decided to establish laws for the 'Chang'an Melody,' and we hope these laws will be applied to all countries.

This is not an easy task, so I would like to ask for your support.

Thank you all."

This was the real reason he had requested a global broadcast: to garner support for the law that was about to be enacted.

Therefore, he needed to explain its necessity and dangers during the global live broadcast.

"If the usage of the Chang'an Melody is not restricted, similar victims may emerge in the future, and there's even a possibility of monsters being born from these experiments.

They will wield Destruction energy that we cannot yet control, and then..."

His words suddenly faltered. Ye Chang'an felt a bit dizzy and shook his head, continuing, "Then they will bring us unimaginable disasters."

His head grew increasingly dizzy, and he felt unsteady.

"This is not an exaggeration."

Ye Chang'an swayed a couple of steps, pressing a hand to his forehead to steady himself, and continued, "Because I..."

"Dong~ Dong~ Dong~" The bells of Berlin chimed, signaling the arrival of midnight on December 25th.

An endless wave of dizziness swept through his mind. Ye Chang'an closed his eyes, covering his blue irises. When he opened them again, they revealed a pair of red pupils marked with strange symbols.

"This is Destruction!"

His voice, now eerily modulated, picked up where he left off, but the chillingly indifferent tone was a stark contrast to his previous demeanor.

"Boom~" With a deafening roar, endless Destruction energy surged from Ye Chang'an's body, instantly engulfing nearly a million spectators at the scene and the entire capital of Berlin, then spreading throughout Germany.

The First Great Eruption had begun.

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Chapter of Creation: Journey to a New World : 33. Humans, Welcome Your Trial!

Endless Destruction energy erupted and exploded, crashing outwards like a tsunami.

Nearly a million spectators were submerged and corrupted by the Destruction energy before they could even process what was happening. Within a single breath, 99% of the audience had transformed into death warriors.

The remaining 1% were not spared and were also submerged and transformed by the Destruction energy.

They were composed of all the experimental victims and a small number of people who frequently listened to the Chang'an Melody. Their higher adaptability to Destruction energy caused them to transform into a higher-level existence than death warriors—Pseudo-Arbiters.

And Ye Chang'an in the center of the stage was—the First Arbiter.

"Chang'an, Chang'an, Chang'an!"

The Pseudo-Arbiters, possessing a degree of self-awareness, shouted Chang'an's name in unison, each leaving their seats and rushing towards the stage.

In the city of Berlin, Pseudo-Arbiters were also heading this way.

Even though the stage was suspended, it couldn't stop their advance. They could easily ascend using the power they had just acquired.

Some leaped into the air, some stepped on air, and others conjured icy staircases.

They swarmed onto the stage, and even when the stage was crowded, they didn't stop.

This was because Maris jumped down from the plane, knelt on one knee, and placed a hand on the stage. A large section of ice extended outwards from the edge of the stage.

As Ye Chang'an's agent, her adaptability to Destruction energy was too high, making her the strongest Pseudo-Arbiter.

"Chang'an, Chang'an, Chang'an!"

Thousands of Pseudo-Arbiters ascended the stage and the ice surface, standing uniformly in front of Ye Chang'an and shouting. Like Maris, they knelt on one knee and offered a salute.

Ye Chang'an watched all of this unfold with a detached expression, then turned his gaze towards the camera.

In front of the global live broadcast camera, he raised his right hand in an inviting gesture.

"Humans, welcome your trial."

His voice was not loud, yet it spread across the globe.

Everyone heard these words.

Or rather, from the middle of the concert, Ye Chang'an's voice had been echoing in their ears.

However, that voice had been filled with gentleness, while this one was filled with ruthlessness.

He was not Ye Chang'an.

He was an Arbiter.

The live broadcast signal was interrupted, and the internet exploded.

"My God, what's going on? What did I just see?"

"Heavens, isn't this a live broadcast? Why does it look like special effects?"

"What's up with Chang'an? What does he mean by human experimentation, and how did he create those magical things at the end?"

The uninformed public was in heated discussion, while those who understood the situation were stunned into silence.

"How... how could this happen..." Mobius collapsed onto her chair, her eyes vacant as she stared at the frozen image when the signal cut out.

Arbiter Chang'an.

Facing the camera with an expression completely different from before, with thousands of Pseudo-Arbiters standing behind him like an army.

She felt that humanity was doomed.

Facing the Arbiter that Ye Chang'an had become, they had no chance of winning.

Even without the Arbiter, those Pseudo-Arbiters alone were enough to level the surface of the earth.

"You told me the first Eruption was the easiest, wake up and look at this!"

"You call this easy?"

Mobius covered her face and sighed. Her phone rang with an incoming call.

It was Eden.

"Mobius, did you watch the broadcast? Do you know what happened to Chang'an? What exactly happened to him?"

Upon answering, she heard Eden's anxious inquiry. Mobius wasn't in the mood to talk.

"He was chosen to become an Arbiter."

Her weak, simple explanation wasn't enough to dismiss Eden.

"What is an Arbiter? What does it mean to be chosen? Tell me everything you know..."

Eden didn't know any information about the Cocoon of the End; Ye Chang'an hadn't told her.

For some reason, Mobius suddenly felt a little happy and perked up again.

"He's the one who told me about the Arbiter..."

She began to reveal some information to calm Eden, without explicitly stating whether Ye Chang'an could possibly recover.

Because that was a despairing answer.

The Arbiter was a shadow of the Cocoon of the End. The current Ye Chang'an was equivalent to the avatar of the Cocoon of the End, and recovery was basically impossible.

But Mobius didn't believe it.

She didn't believe Ye Chang'an, who could provide such information, would be completely defenseless against the Cocoon of the End.

—Perhaps he was chosen deliberately.

—He must have a way to wake up.

Mobius firmly believed this and did her best to comfort Eden into a state of calm.

After all, she was Ye Chang'an's wife; it wouldn't be good if something happened to her.

Who knew if she'd be so stimulated that she wouldn't want to come back.

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"This... sigh~" Old K looked at the frozen frame in the live broadcast, his expression shifting from astonishment and daze to a sigh.

He hadn't expected things to turn out this way either.

Fortunately, being in a high position, he had weathered many storms and quickly calmed down to pick up the phone.

"Notify the Ministry of National Defense. We can proceed with the operation."