Star Rail Simulation, but Fate is Crazy

[But you already had other plans in mind and declined your mentor's kindness.]

You resolutely chose to open a small clinic in a somewhat chaotic neighborhood.

[You think that if you take root here in the future, you can find peace and freedom.]

[After all, compared to the intrigues and deceptions among classmates for fame and fortune at school.]

[In this small clinic, perhaps you can feel the warmth of life more truly.]

【and.】

Those "perfect" and almost cruel juniors come to your mind.

You can’t help but grumble.

"These welfare homes are simply driving people into despair!"

[You, the first generation to come out of the orphanage, are a world apart from the younger generation today.]

[Today, they seem to be meticulously crafted "geniuses of nature" and "talented jades."]

Their brains have been modified to become half mechanical, half biological, with even their emotions ruthlessly removed, like precision-operated yet heartless machines.

[It is said that some welfare institutions have also carried out some degree of "sterilization" surgery.]

[As for the way they release their hormones...]

[Probably only when I receive praise or succeed in my research?]

[They have become more cruel and ruthless, but also possess astonishingly high IQs...]

[Of course, this only applies to children raised in welfare institutions who enjoy generous treatment.]

[And those children in ordinary welfare institutions...]

[It seems that those so-called relatives can only visit once every three years? ]

You shook your head speechlessly.

[That’s how I entered this small clinic I opened.]

[And just like that, this mixed neighborhood welcomed you, a stranger with ideals and good intentions.]

Day 1: A few scoundrels swaggered in and immediately demanded protection money.

You are not at all flustered or angry, but talk to them calmly, using sincere words to try to open their closed hearts.

【It turns out they don’t understand you.】

So you kindly implanted the "white pigeon chip" in them for free.

[The next day: The same scene played out again, with another group of thugs showing up aggressively.]

You remain calm and patient, persuading them with sincerity, hoping to get them to turn back from their wrong path.

【The results of it? 】

They still (1) Lin Yiqi Si Wuxi (9) shrimp do not understand your intention. 】

[Originally you wanted to take action...]

【but.】

【Something happened that made you silent.】

[The first group of friends you had "inspired" rushed over like a group of loyal guards, full of rage and enthusiasm.]

Their faces were filled with almost identical, brilliant smiles, full of sincerity and friendliness, as if they could dispel all the haze in the world.

[In an unexpected way, they quickly integrated these thugs from other gangs into the group, pushing or pulling them, or putting them on medical beds.]

【Time just slowly passes by.】

【You have also become close friends with each other. 】

[Until the very end, the tense and solemn atmosphere vanished in an instant.]

Your little clinic is once again filled with laughter and joy.

[“We are all friends, friends who understand each other, friends who are in tune with each other…”]

A variety of voices intertwined, some bold and bold, some delicate and gentle, like a gathering of all the beautiful notes in nature, playing a moving symphony that resonated melodiously in every corner of the clinic.

How wonderful!

Day 3: You go out on your electric scooter to buy food as usual.

[On the way, an old lady collapses in front of you without warning, and then she insists that you hit her.]

[Faced with this sudden change, you didn't feel the slightest bit of resentment, but instead once again tried to resolve this unprovoked dispute with your sincerity.]

But your "friends" are here...

【The blue sky is here! 】

【So you understand each other again.】

[Friend +1]

【…】

[The days just flow by quietly amidst trivialities and persistence.]

[Day 70: A small gang with you at its core, the "White Dove Gang," gradually takes shape in this chaotic neighborhood, like a seedling breaking through the soil.]

【The members of the gang are all your brothers, sisters, loved ones and friends.】

[This gang is also commonly known as the "Friends Gang" or "Brotherhood"]

【Gradually, gradually.】

A year has flown by like a stream, and you have left your own unique mark on this neighborhood.

White Dove? White Song!: Chapter 138: What was so good about that era?

After the "White Dove Gang" took root in this chaotic neighborhood, the neighborhood seemed to be cast under a spell, and the flowers of harmony and friendship bloomed wantonly.

However, there is a hint of weirdness hidden in this harmony.

At some point, everyone in the neighborhood started calling themselves "White Dove".

Every morning, the sun shines gently on every corner of the block. The door of the small clinic is pushed open on time, and Bai Ge appears with his usual gentle smile.

At this time, the residents who came for consultation, regardless of gender, age or status, all called themselves "white pigeons".

"Bai Ge, my old cold legs are acting up again." A white-haired old man staggered into the clinic and said so.

Bai Ge continued to treat him patiently, as if he was used to this unified address.

After all, the pronunciation of Baige and Baige is similar.

And the girl was also following him.

As his assistant.

Outside the clinic.

The members of the "White Dove Gang", that is, Bai Ge's "friends", have now completely changed their appearance.

They bustled through the streets, calling out, "White doves, if you need any help, just let me know!"

Whether they are helping residents carry heavy objects or repairing damaged doors and windows, they are full of energy.

The residents gladly accepted the help and responded, "Thank you for your hard work, White Dove!"

The entire block looks like a giant beehive.

Each "white dove" is busy in an orderly manner, but there is an indescribable weirdness.

At the grocery store on the corner, the owner "White Dove" greets every customer warmly.

"White Dove, what do you need?"

Customers also responded with "white doves". As they selected products and bargained, the sound of "white doves" could be heard continuously.

To others, the scene seemed as if time had frozen at a certain strange node, and everyone was caught in a vortex called "White Dove".

The children in some small welfare homes also call themselves "white doves".

In class, the teacher asked: "Little pigeons, who can answer this question?"

The little hands were raised high, shouting in unison: "I know!"

On the playground, children were chasing and playing, their laughter echoing in the air.

"White Dove, come and chase me!"

This seemingly vibrant scene, however, makes outsiders feel chilled by the uniform names.

As time went on, this strange phenomenon became more and more obvious.

When events are held in the neighborhood, people sit together and talk, and every word they say is about "white doves."

"White doves, we did a really great job organizing this event!"

"Yes, thanks to everyone, every white pigeon contributed!"

Those smiling faces seemed to gradually lose their individual personalities and become blurred and unified in the repeated sound of "white doves".

However, in this neighborhood quietly shrouded in a strange atmosphere, not everyone is unaware of this unusual situation.

A police officer named Nico Caicedo, with his keen professional intuition, noticed something was wrong in the neighborhood.

Walking on this street that was once chaotic but now seems to be too harmonious, Nico heard these words from time to time.

"Sister, this is what you wanted..."

"Xiao Baige, this is the candy I brought you..."

"The service provided by technician Bai Ge today was amazing!"

Every seemingly ordinary conversation revealed an indescribable weirdness, which made Nico feel uncomfortable all over, as if something was spying on him in the dark.

Out of professional instinct, Nico began to ask around.

Later, after inquiring.

After a careful investigation, he finally discovered that the root cause of all these strange phenomena was the "white pigeon chip" implanted by the residents.

Hearing the name, Nico frowned slightly, and a familiar feeling quickly flashed through his mind.

"Does this name sound familiar?"

Full of doubts, Nico decided to find out online.

As the search results continued to appear, he was surprised to find that the name of "White Pigeon Chip" was so famous.

In the emerging field of consciousness chips, many products have more or less cited some of these programs, which shows how influential they are.

after all.

Bai Ge is the great philanthropist who supports open source.

Many people have a slight liking for his open source approach.

and so.

On the surface, everyone is talking about how brilliant his open source approach is and how beneficial it is to social development...

If you can secretly give "him" a little bounty, then give him that much!

And, the most interesting thing is.

The "white pigeon chip" is now a rare item.

Possess a certain degree of blessing from "harmony".

Moreover, as this strange object is constantly quoted and widely spread, the power of "harmony" destiny is gradually strengthened.

Even began to transform to a certain extent.

"So this is ah!"

When Nico looked at the function introduction of the "White Dove Chip" in detail and saw descriptions such as "mutual understanding and mutual tolerance", he was shocked.

The doubts in his mind immediately dissipated a little, and he seemed to gradually understand why this neighborhood had such a unique atmosphere.