002 spoke excitedly. After a moment's thought, Ye Chang'an shook his head.
"No need to seal my memories."
Music did not require memory loss and an automatic substitute like the Sword Heart Art. An innocent child's heart was of no use in this matter.
Host, I suggest sealing at least a little. There's too much in your memories. They'll blow an infant's brain apart.
You don't want your head to explode the moment you're born, do you?
How many memories did Ye Chang'an have? Actually, not that many.
Just over twenty years before transmigrating, over twenty years from his first simulation, ten years on Tai Xu Mountain, plus all the data and information he had obtained when Earth was recreated.
Well, that last part was the real bulk of it.
After all, it was an entire planet, including information and intelligence on every living thing upon it.
A ball in someone else's head would be a tumor. A ball in his head was a fucking planet.
Did they really think an infant's brain was made of Soul Steel?
"Then seal the planet's data."
Ye Chang'an chose to seal away the thing taking up the most memory. He probably would not need it in future simulations anyway.
Okay, how about setting the awakening trigger for when your brain can handle it?
"Anything works."
All right, the settings have been added. Beginning the simulation.
002 spoke cheerfully, then snapped its fingers. Its tone abruptly changed.
Human, let us begin our game.
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Ye Chang'an did not hear 002 exposing its true nature again. He had already entered the simulation.
Outside the room, little Suyi happily played the Xuanyuan Qin before Chi Yuan and the others.
Chi Yuan watched the six younger children enjoying themselves amid the cheerful music with a smile. But when she turned toward Ye Chang'an's room, her smile froze.
She discovered that Ye Chang'an's consciousness had become incredibly faint.
PS: The second simulation is about to begin. You should know the general premise from the synopsis.
But the synopsis only covers thirty percent. The remaining seventy percent is Chi Yuan—the Immortal Chi Yuan five hundred years later.
Yesterday's discussion has begun. Let us witness it together.
Song of World Destruction: Displaced Time: 1. Who was the person Sirin called God?
On September 9, 1987, you were born into an ordinary family in a village in Belarus.
Your parents had no concept of family planning, or perhaps their precautions had failed. You were not their only child, but their sixth.
Your parents were not happy about your birth. They were too poor, and your mother did not even have milk to feed you.
So you were abandoned, thrown into the icy snow to fend for yourself.
—Tch. If you can't afford to raise a child, don't have one. Doesn't it hurt to give birth just to throw the baby away?
Lying in the snow with his eyes wide open, Ye Chang'an grumbled without blaming anyone. He directly mobilized the ambient Destruction energy to strengthen himself.
If he did not strengthen himself a little, he would freeze to death here.
If he died, the simulation would end. What a waste.
So no matter what method he used, he had to survive. He possessed that kind of strength.
—Whew, that should do it. I'll find somewhere to hole up and work on music.
Covered in Erosion Markings, he trudged through the snow on his tiny arms and legs. He found a suitable tree hollow and crawled inside, making it his home.
This was the Current Civilization. He could stay in this hollow until he died of old age.
He did not need food or water. Destruction energy was enough to sustain his physical needs.
And music was his spiritual nourishment.
Thus, he peacefully secluded himself in the tree hollow to work on music—for three whole years.
At age one, you worked on music in a tree hollow.
At age two, you worked on music in a tree hollow.
At age three, you worked on music in a tree hollow.
If not for a mischievous purple-haired little girl getting lost and crying in the snowy forest, Ye Chang'an probably would never have crawled out of his tree hollow for the rest of his life.
"Ahh, this kid's crying is so annoying."
Ye Chang'an did not dislike children, but he hated the sound of children crying.
It was heartbreaking to hear, and it distracted him.
So he crawled out of the tree hollow, followed the sound, and found a three-year-old child about his own age.
"Stop crying. I'll take you home."
He stretched out his hand with a kind smile. The little girl stopped crying and looked at him helplessly.
Purple hair, golden eyes—very cute. She looked a little like those twins on the mountain.
"Come on."
The little girl's hand was grasped by Ye Chang'an. It was warm and soft.
She instinctively followed his steps, but before they had walked for long, her stomach began to rumble.
She had been lost in this snowy forest for a long time. She was hungry.
"Are you hungry? Come to my place and have something to eat first."
Ye Chang'an brought her to the tree hollow where he had lived for three years. His authority blossomed, producing several steaming-hot dishes.
There was quite a lot of Destruction energy in this area. He could use as much as he wanted.
"Wow~" The little girl exclaimed in amazement, her eyes sparkling as drool streamed from her mouth.
"Eat quickly, before it gets cold."
"Mhm, mhm." The little girl nodded repeatedly and ate to her heart's content, looking utterly happy.
But she left half the food untouched. Looking at Ye Chang'an timidly, she spoke.
"Um, you, you..."
She wanted Ye Chang'an to eat too, but she did not know how to address him.
Remembering how her mother had said that Lord God bestowed delicious food upon humans, she thought she knew what to call him.
"Lord God, p-please eat too."
She held out her bowl to Ye Chang'an. He accepted it with a smile and corrected her.
"My name is Chang'an, not Lord God."
"Oh, Lord God's name is Chang'an. Sirin understands. Sirin will remember it." The little girl nodded obediently, then saw Ye Chang'an's hand holding the spoon freeze.
"...What did you say your name was?"
"My name is Sirin, Lord God."
"..." Silence. Ye Chang'an fell completely silent.
He checked the simulation log, which he had not looked at since entering the simulation.
Belarus in 1990. Purple hair and golden eyes—Sirin... Very well. The future point of this simulation was fucking early.
So early that even the three main heroines had not been born yet.
And he had encountered the original Herrscher vessel, Sirin.
—I really shouldn't have meddled.
He regretted it a little, but there should still be time to fix things.
So he smiled again and patted Sirin's head.
"Sirin, that's a beautiful name."
"Mhm, mhm. Sirin thinks so too. And Lord God's name is beautiful too, Chang'an. Hehe, Chang'an."
Sirin smiled innocently. After she had eaten her fill, Ye Chang'an sent her out of the snowy forest.
"Lord God, can I come find you again next time?" Sirin asked reluctantly. Ye Chang'an smiled and nodded.
Then he went back and moved house—meaning, he changed tree hollows.
He could not become too involved with Sirin, for much the same reasons as in the first simulation.
"Come to think of it, this is a simulated world. Even if I get involved with her, it probably doesn't matter..."
Remembering the illusory nature of the simulation world, he began to wonder whether that had truly been necessary.
Yet Sirin's existence was closely tied to how far into the future he could go.
The first simulation had been a world of the past, its simulation based on a world that had once existed.
But this simulation was a world of the future. There was no time limit; he could go as far as he wanted.
If becoming too entangled with Sirin caused civilization to be destroyed by Finality, then his plan to use this simulation to achieve his goal would be ruined.
"I should avoid her as much as possible."
Ye Chang'an chose to avoid Sirin and focus on music, but every time, Sirin managed to find the tree hollow where he was hiding.
As long as he remained in the snowy forest, Sirin would definitely find him.
"How exactly do you keep finding me?"
After Sirin cornered him in his tree hollow again, Ye Chang'an asked from the depths of his soul.
"Huh~ Didn't Lord God point me in your direction?" Sirin answered innocently.
She said she could feel something in the air flowing toward him. As long as she followed the direction of that flow, she could find him.
—Ah, Destruction energy.
Ye Chang'an covered his face and sighed.
Sirin was a Herrscher vessel. Of course she could sense the flow of Destruction energy.
If he did not want to be found, he could not absorb Destruction energy. But if he did not absorb Destruction energy, he would have to waste time looking for food.
"Forget it. Let's just leave it like this."
He could allow Sirin to disturb him because he did not want to waste time.
Besides, Sirin's arrival gave him a brand-new test subject.
"Since she's already a Herrscher vessel, it doesn't matter if I give her a little more adaptability."
The important point was not how much adaptability would increase, but whether the modified Chang'an Melody could truly restrain Sirin.
If it could restrain even a Herrscher, then humans beneath Herrschers would be even less of a problem.
So he began playing with Sirin, letting her listen to him sing and play the qin.
At age four, you played with Sirin.
At age five, you played with Sirin.
At age six, Sirin dragged you into the snowy forest to play.
At age seven, Sirin dragged you into the village to play.
At age eight...
"002, please write the simulation log correctly. I'm working here—working."
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