Simulation of Destruction, Why Am I Always the Arbiter

However, the Arbiters of the Current Civilization had a chance to retain their humanity. Sirin could still maintain her original heart and wield the power of an Arbiter.

The Second Arbiter, the Arbiter of Void, was much stronger than the First Arbiter.

He could definitely stop him.

"Mm... Honkai? What's Honkai?" Sirin didn't understand, she had never heard the word before.

"It's the power I use, and you can get it too."

"Oh~ So you mean I can pray to God for Honkai, and Honkai will give me power?" Sirin seemed to understand but not quite. Ye Chang'an could only nod.

This was already the limit of a pufferfish's intelligence; don't expect more.

"Can my power surpass God's?"

"Yes."

"I get it now."

Sirin nodded excitedly, clenching her little fists and making a vow to the starry sky.

"If one day, God becomes someone Sirin doesn't like, Sirin will use God's power to surpass God."

"Sirin, wants to surpass God."

Strange, childish words. Ye Chang'an felt something was off, but also that nothing was wrong.

He smiled wryly and shook his head, no longer thinking deeply. With a thought, he changed the scenery of the dream world.

Sirin happily roamed and ran through the unfamiliar scenery, while Ye Chang'an smiled and played the piano under a tree.

Music should be this beautiful.

Finally, they arrived at Babylon Laboratory. The children were led into the laboratory by researchers.

Assigned cages, changed into prison uniforms, their lives as prisoners were about to begin.

But it ended before it even started.

"Children, welcome to Babylon Laboratory.

First, please allow me to represent all the researchers here to thank you for your arrival. Thank you for voluntarily participating in this dangerous experiment.

Secondly, I must also mourn your future.

Because you who participated in this experiment will all die.

But don't worry, your sacrifice will be valuable, because your experimental results will bring new Stigmata and new power to the Valkyries.

You orphans, to be able to sacrifice yourselves for the Valkyries, for Schicksal.

This is your honor, and you can be proud of it.

Finally, I want to say... don't think about escaping.

From the moment you entered here, your fate was already sealed."

Cruel words were revealed by a researcher in a joking tone. He ostentatiously spread unease, looking at the group of new test subjects with excited eyes.

"Come, let's begin your first experiment."

He opened a box, revealing a box full of syringes, each containing highly concentrated Honkai energy.

"It will hurt a little at first, but don't be afraid."

"Because, this is just the beginning!"

He grinned and grabbed a girl's arm, preparing to give her an injection, but was hit by a flute that suddenly appeared.

"This hit will hurt a little, but don't be afraid."

Ye Chang'an, who had been playing on his computer and checking the laboratory structure from the side, smiled. Flutes appeared one after another around him.

"Because, this is just the beginning!"

All the flutes struck the morbid researcher one after another.

Ye Chang'an wouldn't beat him to death, but he would beat him half to death.

"Sirin, take care of them. I have something to do outside."

Ye Chang'an spoke, and Sirin nodded fiercely.

Then Ye Chang'an dragged the researcher out to take over Babylon, while Sirin stayed to comfort the terrified girls.

Justice will not be absent, it will only be late.

But what use is late justice!

Song of World Destruction: Displaced Time: 6. Arbiter Core, but Arbiter of Void.

Dragging the half-beaten researcher out of the prison, Ye Chang'an looked up at the top of the tower, a glint of gold flashing in his crimson eyes again.

"This place shouldn't exist."

Chains materialized out of thin air, binding the researcher tightly and hoisting him up.

He paced, climbing the spiral staircase continuously. With each floor he reached, chains would fly in and bind all the living beings inside before dragging them over.

"Help, somebody help~"

"What's going on? Where did these chains come from?"

The bewildered researchers screamed in terror, thrown into confusion by the inexplicable situation.

Ye Chang'an found their noise irritating and roared, "Shut up!"

His voice, amplified with an eerie reverb, made them tremble. They couldn't see Ye Chang'an at all, but his voice exploded in their ears like thunder, filled with rage.

They dared not scream anymore, but they also didn't want to wait for death. Someone tried to contact security, and Ye Chang'an knew it, but he didn't stop them.

"Come here, all of you, and await judgment!"

His heart pulsed with anger. His mind churned with memories.

He remembered what he saw today: the tragic sight of cages in the lower prison, holding many girls with bandaged arms – survivors from the previous experiments.

He also recalled what was awakened within his mind fragments. Among the millions of mind fragments, there were victims from the last Simulation of Destruction. Their experimental period was shorter, they weren't severe cases, but they were Ye Chang'an's fans. Like ordinary audience members, they had attended the performance on the evening of December 24th and offered their mind fragments to him. These mind fragments contained all their memories, but they had only allowed Ye Chang'an to bear the parts related to music. The remaining memories were sealed away by themselves until they were awakened by the familiar environment in the lower prison just now.

Ye Chang'an had not undergone the infusion experiment with Destruction energy, but under the awakened memories, he felt their pain as if it were his own. Day after day, the searing pain – that was the direct experience of the test subjects. And at the bottom of this tower, there were thousands of girls reduced to test subjects. These girls, in three years, would only leave a handful released by Theresa. Three years! Three years! How many innocent girls' souls had been buried here in these three years? And that perverted researcher still had the audacity to call this their honor, something to be proud of?

"You animals!"

An unprecedented rage surged within him, the golden light in his crimson eyes growing more intense. He even felt like killing them all. But he didn't kill these researchers; he just beat them half to death and left them hanging. He wasn't qualified to avenge these innocent girls. He would hand the right to revenge back to those girls.

"Accomplices to evil beasts!"

Facing the soldiers who opened fire with their guns, Ye Chang'an cursed with bloodshot eyes. Feathers drifted around him, and all the soldiers fell into a slumber, bound by his chains. With the complete authority of the Arbiter of Sound Reason, coupled with the abundant high-concentration Destruction energy within the tower, no one here could stop him!

Finally, he reached the topmost floor and tied up all the Schicksal members. Occupation complete. Next, it was time to condense his Arbiter core. The Destruction energy reactor was on the lowest twenty floors, so he didn't descend floor by floor. He stepped onto the railing and jumped straight down. Light as a feather, he landed softly in the massive reactor.

In the bottom prison, Sirin tried to comfort the crying children, but with little success.

"Oh, stop crying, everyone."

She wasn't good at comforting people, nor had she ever comforted anyone.

Before coming here, she was always the one being comforted.

Her mother would gently pat her back with soft words, and Ye Chang'an would play beautiful music for her to forget her sorrows.

—Oh, right, music.

She remembered, but she didn't have an instrument with her.

When music was played before, Ye Chang'an always provided the instruments for her.

—Chang'an could always conjure instruments out of nowhere. I should be able to do it too.

—God, I can do this, right?

She lacked confidence, but she put her faith in Ye Chang'an's magic.

She prayed in her heart, and the spherical mark in her Sea of Consciousness responded to her hopes.

A violin appeared in her hands. It was an illusion, yet it could produce sound.

This was because it was a technique for using the authority of sound.

"It really works! God is amazing."

Sirin exclaimed in surprise, then climbed onto a box to make herself as visible as possible.

She put the violin on her shoulder, holding the bow and drawing it across the strings.