The Bright D'Annunzio's Ark Journey from Zero

In 1924, a storm petrel died, its eyes quietly closing. When it hazily opened them again, it found... "Wait, what is all this??" Moving cities, strange minerals, bizarre races, and all kinds of gods running amok (allegedly?)... "Fine, fine, looks like I really need to set you all straight!" *Mr. Goatee kindly picked up a command block.* He set off once more, starting again from the cold, dark night and retracing the path he had taken before. This time, he wanted nothing for himself. He only hoped he could leave behind a spark that would never go out on this land. Whatever the outcome, those who come after will carry on.

(A word of warning: this is the author's first time writing Arknights. The prose is a bit rough, the theoretical grasp is limited, and the plot research is shaky. The author is also lazy and not very rigorous, so please just read for fun. The characters will definitely be out of character at times. When that happens, or when I get something wrong about the setting, readers should point out the errors in the comments so I don't lead anyone astray.)