Striking, vibrating, twisting.
Colliding, transmitting, rebounding.
Pounding, brawling, roaring!
"Boom!"
Lu PingAn sat before the "piano," happily hammering away at the keyboard. Notes sprang forth endlessly, while the atmosphere and scenery around him continuously warped.
This was a newly constructed super-sized Steam Organ, with vast numbers of elemental lifeforms supplying it with energy and materials.
Countless lights flowed through it, while notes and thunder echoed within the energy field.
Massive steam pipes covered an area of dozens of square meters, with immense energy circulating within them.
Light, or something like it, flowed through the pipes. At times it became "gaseous," at times it "condensed," and at times, amid the echoes of rusted bells, it was hammered into gears and springs with clangs and clatters.
Lu PingAn knew nothing about music, nor did he need to. He freely struck his Silver Runes, pouring his emotions and pain into them.
"DaDaEr."
The strange sound echoed throughout the entire world. To mortal ears, it was not music at all, not even noise.
Yet it truly was a "note."
It was the product of a creator weaving their own story and emotions into rhythm and melody, a manifestation of will within the subjective world.
"Activate the First Major Key, ring the great bell once, push the lever, crank the valve. Welcome to the Symphony of Fate."
The sound was flat, the emotion impassioned, and fate erupted. It was clearly completely different from the original Symphony of Fate, yet the few listeners capable of enduring it heard fate's twists and pain within it—the search for a way out through a painful, drawn-out life, the humanity that persisted to the very end.
"Rumble!"
The sudden explosion, along with the cluster of components blasted into the sky, was probably its response.
For the current Lu PingAn and