Simulation of Destruction, Why Am I Always the Arbiter

Ye Chang'an knew, but he didn't choose to intervene.

This was a link in fate, and he dared not change it.

So when Sirin dragged him home to visit her mother, he shook his head against his will.

"I'm sorry, Sirin."

He didn't dare to save her.

"How could this happen, how could this happen? Chang'an, aren't you a god? Why can't you save Mom?"

Sirin shook Ye Chang'an's shoulders in grief, tears streaming from her eyes.

She had once thought Ye Chang'an was omnipotent, but reality was so cold and ruthless.

The first thing he couldn't do was save her mother.

"Si~rin..."

Her mother was woken by Sirin's voice, weakly calling Sirin's name, then stroking Sirin's head.

"Have you forgotten what I told you? You must obey the god~"

Sirin cried bitterly, and her mother cast an apologetic glance at Ye Chang'an.

Ye Chang'an nodded gently, turned, and left the village, returning to the snow forest.

His steps were heavy, and the footprints along the way were clearly visible.

He climbed a bare, large tree, leaned on a branch, and gazed up at the starry sky, his red eyes dim and lifeless.

In this life, he had black hair and red eyes.

"I came here to change one person's fate, yet I must maintain fate and ignore it."

"Is this really appropriate?"

He felt a bit lost.

This went against his true nature.

His true nature was music, and music was not meant to bring others pain.

Sirin's cries were still in his ears, more heartbreaking than when he had first heard them in the snow forest.

"002, what should I do?"

He asked the only temporary customer service he could talk to, but 002 didn't respond.

Ever since entering the simulation, the active customer service had gone silent, with only the simulation logs recorded in text flashing.

Ye Chang'an's simulated life should be decided by Ye Chang'an himself.

Touching his chest, he felt a heartache he hadn't experienced in the last simulation.

In his previous life, his life had been too peaceful and stable.

Born on the affluent Mu Continent, even if he was poor, he didn't have to worry about life and studies, and he had ample time to delve into what he liked.

He could shine in that golden era because that era needed music.

But in this current era, people didn't need music.

They needed survival and health.

Vague music couldn't guarantee these things; only a real god could.

Ye Chang'an was not a god, didn't want to be a god, and couldn't be a god.

He just wanted the world to give him more time to study music.

"Time gained by sacrificing others..."

His red eyes flickered, and he looked at the cold moon before lightly jumping off the snow.

"The path of music isn't paved like this, you idiot."

Ye Chang'an smiled and lightly returned to Sirin's home.

Sirin had cried herself to sleep next to her mother, who was still awake.

"Shh~ she's asleep."

Her mother shushed him, intending to get out of bed and talk to Ye Chang'an elsewhere, her movements already a bit labored.

"Don't worry, she can't hear."

Ye Chang'an said with a light chuckle, his voice reaching only his mother's ears.

"(⊙o⊙)..." His mother was surprised, then relieved, and pointed to her mouth.

"Just say it, she can't hear."

"Thank you, Divine Being." His mother said with a smile, her voice also reaching only Ye Chang'an's ears.

"I'm not a god, I'm Chang'an."

"In Sirin's eyes, you are. Of course, I think so too." His mother smiled, and Ye Chang'an didn't bother to correct her anymore.

He spoke directly, stating his intentions.

"I can restore your body to health, but not right now.

So I'd like to ask you to wait for a while.

And after that, you'll have to be separated from Sirin for a time. It won't be too long before you can reunite."

Ye Chang'an no longer chose to align with destiny, but he wanted destiny to reach that point.

Because after this destiny, there were more lives that shouldn't be sacrificed.

So he had to temporarily align with it, and then completely change it.

This was his choice.

His mother didn't understand the necessity of his actions, but she believed that Ye Chang'an's actions must have a deeper meaning.

She nodded gently and asked with concern.

"Chang'an, Sirin will be happy, won't she?"

More than her own rebirth, she cared more about her daughter's happiness.

"...She will be happy."

Ye Chang'an made a promise.

Because his power was at least enough to do these things.

"Thank you, Chang'an." His mother smiled and thanked him, and Ye Chang'an nodded and left.

He didn't care if his mother told Sirin about this, because Sirin would know sooner or later.

Judging by the result the next day, when Sirin climbed into the tree hole and hugged him, crying with thanks, his mother had indeed told her.

He didn't mind, he just instructed.

"Sirin, don't tell anyone about this, okay? This is our secret."

"Mhm, mhm, I won't tell anyone, I promise I won't tell anyone." Sirin nodded desperately, then hugged him and thanked him fiercely.

"Thank you, Lord God."

From this moment on, Sirin once again believed in Ye Chang'an's omnipotence.

Her belief in breaking and then standing became more solid, and under the effect of the new version of the Chang'an Melody, a thought imprint similar to Sword Heart was born.

The Sea of Consciousness Space manifested, and the core, similar to Sword Heart, solidified into a sphere that constantly transformed into various musical instruments.

Inherited memories were stimulated, and Sirin gained some of Ye Chang'an's playing techniques and Destruction energy usage techniques.

"Ah, this..." Looking at Sirin playing with such skill, Ye Chang'an was dumbfounded.

He finally knew what the new version of the Chang'an Melody did.

This was practically a musical version of the Sword Heart Art.

Although it had some limiting effects, it was not enough to replace the Sword Heart Art.

It was something that changed the packaging but not the essence, and it could still lead people to obsession.

"No, no, this method won't work, I need to think of other ways."

He once again fell into the exploration of music.

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Song of World Destruction: Displaced Time: 4. He Created Starlight, Yet Carried the Burden of Cost

The process of exploring music was not going smoothly, and Ye Chang'an had been very annoyed lately.

Meanwhile, the Schicksal organization had already begun its operations in Siberia.

On February 7, 1997, a group from Schicksal poured into Siberia, using the guise of "medical aid" to round up all the patients in the region.

They claimed it was a contagious disease that required isolation and treatment.

Those who cooperated would be taken to temporary hospitals, while those who resisted would be forcibly captured and isolated by Schicksal.

Everyone, including Ye Chang'an, was quarantined.

He went willingly.

After a round of medical examinations, he and Sirin were sent to a safe zone, while Sirin's mother was in another isolation area.

"Chang'an, Mom will be okay, right?"

Sirin was still a little worried.

"Don't worry, she'll be fine."

Ye Chang'an promised, then swaggered into the isolation zone.

The passersby ignored him, treating the child as if he weren't there, as everyone had been influenced by some mysterious power.

Mimicry: Feather Dust

When Ye Chang'an was on Tai Xu Mountain, he borrowed Chi Yuan's Feather Dust. Now, he had created an entire imitation of it.

If Otto could do something with the Void Archives, there was no reason he couldn't.

While wandering through the quarantine zone to check on Sirin's mother's condition, he went to another place to confirm the medical examination reports.

"Director, the examination results are out. The children in the safe zone have good adaptability."

"Mm, then prepare for the cleanup. Hurry up, we still need to head to the next location."

"Understood."

What the cleanup entailed was still unknown, but Ye Chang'an soon found out.

Euthanasia.

Watching the medical staff bring out a lethal solution to replace the saline, his expression turned somewhat grim.

So, they treat orphans as test subjects, and if you're not an orphan, they'll turn you into one.

This hypocrisy was truly disgusting.

He couldn't stand to watch, so he used the power of Feather Dust to plunge all Schicksal members into an illusion, then created an illusion to lure the patients out of the quarantine zone.

Inside the quarantine zone, only the Schicksal members trapped in the illusion remained, along with the soulless husks Ye Chang'an had created.

The lives of the living would continue, while the dead would replace the living to become the deceased under Schicksal's claws.

The false fate, at this moment, shifted from one person to a group of people.

Ye Chang'an took everyone else away besides Sirin's mother.

Then, he faced a new problem.