Arknights is too real, right?

In the endless darkness, I don't know how long I slept until a beam of light tore through the endless darkness and I woke up.

I don’t know who I am, but for me, this is a story that has been repeated countless times. The moment I stretched out my hand from the sarcophagus, the story with a predetermined ending has already begun.

And I am just an actor who cannot change the script.

Rhode Island was a warm home and the Integration Movement was a cold organization, but neither mattered to me because no matter how my identity changed, the outcome remained the same.

People who are important to me die, for various reasons.

This may be called the closing of the world line. I cannot change the established result. No matter what choices I make or what kind of interference I make, the result will be the same despair.

And the only thing I can do is to use a special method to bring everything back to where it started after all the misfortunes happened.

Then, everything flows, and the cycle begins again.

I originally thought that I would continue the endless journey of reincarnation. As long as I didn't give up, no one would really pass away.

However, I still overestimated my own heart, and in despair again and again, my heart was on the verge of collapse.

I thought I could do it, but time wears away everything, including determination.

I was tired. In the reincarnation with no hope of seeing the light of day, I had the idea of ​​giving up. This world cannot be changed by people like me. Even now, I still don’t know who I am.

Everyone in Rhode Island calls me Doctor, but only I know that I am not a Doctor.

I was tired and I finally chose to give up.

But at the last moment when I reset everything for the last time, this endless cycle took a turn.

A completely unfamiliar scene broke into my mind.

It was a completely different world from Terra, but for some reason, that world gave me a sense of familiarity.

In that world, I saw a person who was suffering from chuunibyou. He was obviously a college student, but he still spent two months of living expenses on a certain mobile game. In my opinion, he was a stupid person. The rescuer.

Stupid? This is where I see the light.

Because in him, I seemed to see my own shadow.

Then, the decision is yours.

Even though my short life has been reincarnated countless times, there are still some things I don’t know.

Like, I still don’t know who I am.

For example, I still don’t know where the Ark of Tomorrow will sail.

For example, I still don’t know why there is a big windmill in the room of the Snake Slaughter Box in Rhode Island that even she has forgotten the reason for but cherishes it very much.

But that's not important anymore, stupid middle-aged boy. Next, it's up to you.

"Her ideal is to save everyone. Even if she is not understood, even if she will be reduced to ashes, she will not waver. She is really a naive and silly girl who does not know her own abilities. As a human from another world, I have only one request. Before she Please save her before she turns to ashes to save everyone."

I don’t know if my last voice has been conveyed to him, and I don’t know if he will choose not to come back because he is afraid of leaving this world.

In the end, my soul became more and more blurred in the darkness until I completely forgot everything that had happened.

Everything flows, the sun and the moon change.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I opened my eyes again. In my field of vision, I saw a desolate road.

who I am.

Why am I here.

Until just now, it seemed that I was planning to convey my voice to someone, or that I was planning to spend the rest of my life witnessing something.

No, I can't remember anything. My head is dizzy. As long as I think about it for a moment, my brain capacity seems to overflow and my head seems to explode.

The world in my eyes was a mess of colors, which made me feel dizzy, but I soon adapted to this visual system.

I can see extremely distant objects, and I can also accurately capture unknown small creatures that fly quickly in mid-air. This feeling is strange, but my body seems to adapt to it as a matter of course.

No, I can't stay here, my instinct tells me it's dangerous.

I seem to be looking for one person, and there seems to be more than one person. I want to confirm whether many people are still alive, but the crazy thing is that I can't remember who these people are.

My brain explodes whenever I think about something complicated, which makes me have no choice but to give up thinking.

Driven by instinct, I started to move. My angle of view could be very high, and the wind passing through my body was very strong.

During the process, I got hungry.

I looked down at the land below, and soon a city came into view.

On the edge of the city, I saw a special area that was divided. It was very empty, and there were many people dancing in it. As for what those people were doing, I couldn't think about it and came to a conclusion.

Hunger made me instinctively search for food, and soon I identified something edible in the open area below.

With a swoop, I went straight to the round objects next to the fire, trying to swallow the food into my stomach.

But just when I had a piece of food in my mouth, a huge black shadow enveloped me.

The next second, a giant claw held me firmly. I struggled desperately, but the strength was not at the same level at all. No matter how much I tried to escape, I could not escape the shackles of the giant claw.

The thought instinctively came to my mind that I was going to be eaten.

The person who caught me held me in his hand and made an unexplained sound. This sound had a strange frequency and complex changes in pitch. It was a sound that was completely incomprehensible.

But for some reason, I am somewhat familiar with this sound, but my brain cannot quickly think of the meaning of these sounds.

Next, I gave up the struggle and could only resign myself to fate and let the huge creature grab me.

I was taken into a steel moving object, and after a period of jolting, I was sent to a home.

There were many people in the hall of the house, and as I was led in, the people began to communicate in that complex voice.

Miraculously, after a short period of adaptation, I could gradually distinguish the meaning of those sounds.

"Brother Feng, I caught a pigeon for you."

"Where was it caught?"

"I caught it at the training ground. It's pretty fat. We didn't have any tools, so I thought I'd bring it over to you."

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Of course it's for eating. Ifrit has a ready-made oven, doesn't it?"

Although I couldn't fully comprehend the meaning of these words, I could roughly tell that they planned to eat me.

A thin little girl came into the hall from the yard, took me from the man, and then led me to the front steps.

I was going to be killed by her, maybe to witness my death, and many people came to watch.

"Pass!"

A ball of red flames rose in the hands of the little girl, and I was pinned to the ground. The intense heat burned me so hard that I couldn't open my eyes.

All it takes is her palm to be any closer and I will lose my life in an instant.

But for some reason, she didn't continue the next action.

"This guy looks a bit like Hemo."

Then, she said this sentence, Hemer. This name gave me a sense of familiarity, but I couldn't think of a deeper meaning.

The little girl didn't kill me. I was let go by her. The last look she looked at me had a trace of nostalgia. Perhaps it had something to do with the Hemo she mentioned.

This world is very dangerous for me. After escaping, I did not leave here because I could feel that as long as the little girl was there, I would not be eaten.

After that, I became a member of this barbecue restaurant.

Those vague thoughts gradually faded away in my mind. Who I was and what I was going to do, I forgot all about it.

Am I looking for someone? Maybe I've found him.

Do I want to witness something? Maybe I am witnessing it right now.

The daily life of the barbecue restaurant is day after day, and gradually, winter is coming.

I stayed in the cage that Mr. Xiao made for me, next to an owl that was very cruel to me at first, but later became my friend.

I forgot everything, or maybe I just don’t want to think about it again.

As for why I don't want to think of it, I can't answer this, because I am just a leisurely pigeon.

Oh, by the way, the little girl who saved me also named me Xiaogu.