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.

Light shone in from the gap, and along with it, there was a deep, cold voice.

"I found you, hold my hand."

A hand with Originium crystals scattered on its back appeared in my blurred vision. At that moment, I subconsciously grasped that hand. At the same time, it seemed that I had grasped a responsibility and belief. There was once a person in the endless darkness. The sound lingered in my ears.

————Change the world

I don't know who I am, only that I have been awakened from a sarcophagus.

There were many people around, including a person wearing a gas mask and holding a huge cannon-shaped weapon, an evil-looking woman holding an explosive device, a person covering half of her face with red hair exposed under the hood, and a person exuding pussy. A cold silver-haired girl.

And the person who grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the sarcophagus called herself Tallulah.

who I am?

As my consciousness gradually became clearer, I began to think about this issue.

Two completely different memories come to mind.

It was a distant world, so far away that it seemed like it was not in the same dimension.

Some keywords form a vague world view. I have the concept of [Origin Stone] in my mind. The Source Stone can be converted into my "sanity" or exchanged for some props I want, that's all.

But besides these, there are other inexplicable things mixed in my mind.

【Windmill】【BBQ Country】【Hometown】【Dream】

Soon, these distant memories gradually faded away until they completely disappeared.

Maybe it was just a dream.

Is this a game? No, this is not a game. Although the things I have experienced have been forgotten, they have left traces in my mind.

I used to be a very stupid person. I don’t know the extent of my stupidity. Maybe it was because I was so arrogant that I thought I could change something, such as changing the world.

But now, there seems to be an elusive emotion reminding me that I don’t need to change the world, I just need to save something.

I once wanted to save some people, but I don’t know if I succeeded, or maybe this is an important node leading to success, I don’t know, because I forgot.

I joined an infected organization called the [Integration Movement]. They destroyed Chernobog with the help of natural disasters. Faced with overwhelming power, Ursus' army and the hostile force Rhode Island were forced to retreat.

The members of the [Integration Movement] have different personalities, but few of them mention their past. They have a common name after being deprived of their identity and residence.

——Infected person.

I met a girl codenamed W here.

She is one of the few people in the integration movement who is not so dull. She said that she used to be a mercenary, participated in many dark wars, and experienced many things that ordinary people can't imagine. I don't know why W can say these things with a smile. Perhaps, she has become numb.

In addition to W, among the people who pulled me out of the sarcophagus that day was a person codenamed Regicide. She never showed her full face, but judging from her physical characteristics, I knew she was a girl.

I asked her why she chose the codename Regicide, but she didn't answer me.

Life in the Integrated Movement was not happy. After capturing Chernobog, Dragon Gate was the next target.

I participated in the battle in a daze. I don't know why the Integrated Movement wanted to save me. Maybe they just wanted to use my combat command skills.

During the days I stayed in the Integration Movement, I had no time to chat, let alone enjoy life. Every day, my companions lost their lives in battle, but until death, no one flinched. Perhaps compared to death, what they had experienced before To be heavier.

I met many companions, Faust, Bone Broken, Red Knife, and some strong men holding big shields and axes.

There is also a guy named Mephistopheles among the cadres of the Integration Movement. I don’t like that guy. For some reason, I want to tear his face off every time I see him.

Of all the people, the one who impressed me the most was a girl named Shuangxing.

She is the leader of the Integrated Movement Spell Team, and she is an incredibly powerful person, but at the same time, I also discovered that just like her spells, her heart is equally cold.

Shuangxing's expression remained unchanged for thousands of years, even when countless lives were instantly taken away in battle, she remained unmoved. However, by chance, Shuangxing heard someone mention a word, mother.

At that moment, I saw Frost Star’s eyes twinkling for the first time.

The concept of the integrated movement is that you should be proud of your own identity, actively acquire and use your own power, and fight for the notarization of the world. 】

Starting from the destruction of Chernobog with the help of natural disasters, the Integration Movement officially declared war on the world.

I know that the Integrated Movement is as strong as it is today, all thanks to one person, and that person is Tallulah, the supreme leader of the Integrated Movement.

I don't know why Tallulah wants me to join the integration movement, and I don't know what I should do. As the situation becomes more and more tense, she seems to have forgotten me as a person.

I can't decide where I stand.

Should I lead an integration movement to take over the world? Or should we tear them apart from within and use our own power to stop the chaos that is gradually spreading around the world. Every day, people lose their lives, infected people, ordinary people, and even unrelated civilians.

As time went by, I witnessed countless deaths and felt insignificant.

Gradually it became clear to me that I cannot save everyone because I am not Amiya.

Wait, who is Amiya?

A vague dream-like memory emerged in my mind, and I remembered what someone once said to me.

[Are you awake, or are you still dreaming? 】

The scenes in the dream are incomplete and cannot be spliced ​​into a complete memory. There are laughter, tears, the lonely figure on the rooftop, and the windmill folded with paper on the table. Someone with long ears said, She wants to make Rhode Island a second home for everyone.

The picture that appeared in my mind was as warm as spring, but I felt creepy. Are those pictures and sounds really dreams?

At this moment, I had doubts about my existence. Who am I?

In the dark basement, I picked up a screw in confusion, pinched the screw with my fingers, and used it as a top to spin vigorously on the table.

Tighten it hard, then let go, and the screw rotates on the table. Its outline is very blurry, and its original appearance can no longer be seen. It just keeps spinning and spinning.

I stared blankly at the rotating screw. I didn't know what I was expecting. I hoped that it would stop because the torque weakened? Or will it go on like this forever, violating the laws of physics?

"Snapped!"

The screw was pressed against the table by one hand.

Tallulah's cold eyes swept across the people in the basement.

"Get ready, the final crusade is about to begin."

The so-called holy war began.

The first half of that residual dream was beautiful, but the second half was cruel. But when the scene in the dream overlapped with reality, I seemed to understand something.

On the gray battlefield, the last "Chimera" was reflected in my pupils.

Yes, the dead will never come back. I saw many people I knew lost their lives. Obviously some people I have never met, but I am still very familiar with them. Those people are very important people to me. .

Looking at the final battlefield, I held back the tears again just before they left my eyes.

I don’t know why I subconsciously used “again”, but after a long, long time, I figured it out.

[Are you awake, or are you still dreaming? 】

When I remembered everything, the tears I had held back countless times finally fell, and I was finally able to answer this question.

Dream, I woke up.

But it's still not over.

My pupils have reflected "Chimera" countless times. People who are very important to me have lost their lives in front of me time and time again. Whether it is Rhodes Island or the Integration Movement, no matter what identity I become, I will always be there. I can't change this outcome, because I'm just an ordinary person.

Some distant time and space.

"I want to uninstall the game and stop playing it!"

"Tsk, tsk, isn't it just a single 648 that sinks? Do you need to uninstall the game?"

"I spent all my pocket money this month and got nothing. What's the point of having fun?"

"Are you giving up now?"

"There's no way, I've lost everything."

"Oh, you haven't lost everything. At least you are still alive. As long as you are alive, there is still hope."

"Damn, Non-Chief Xia Feng, what qualifications do you have to say that to me?"

Xia Feng sat in the classroom and spread his hands with an indifferent expression.

"Because I haven't drawn a little sheep in three singles at 648. Even if I can't afford instant noodles next month, I won't give up. There's no way. I'm so stubborn. As long as I can still breathe, the game won't work." It will end, because this is Arknights that belongs to me alone. If even I give up, what will the operators who trust me do?"

"Wow, isn't it just a game? Why are you so excited?"

Xia Feng looked serious.

"Yes, this is a game, but have you ever thought about what if in some parallel world this is true?"

"Pull you down."

I don’t know why this picture flashed through my mind, and I don’t know who Xia Feng is, but his words seemed to make me understand something.

I have tried countless methods, but the ending still cannot be changed. It is meaningless to go back to the starting point.

Perhaps the problem is not with the story itself, but with its protagonist.

At this moment I finally understood.

It turns out that I am not the protagonist of the story. I am just completing my task and interpreting the plot from my perspective. The things that I cannot change despite my best efforts may not be really unchangeable, regardless of my identity. Whatever, I'm just an ordinary person.

But he is not, he is a hopelessly stupid middle school boy.

I thought I knew everything, but in fact the truth is still far away from me, because I still don’t know whether the top will stop. Maybe even what will happen next has been reincarnated countless times.

But that has nothing to do with me, I have completed my task, and the next step is up to you.

Neither the beginning nor the end, everything flows, black and white twins.

A certain room with a poster of Rem.

"Crack!"

A thunder cracked through the sky outside the window, and with a shake of his hand, Xia Feng's cell phone hit his face accurately.

"Ouch!"