“Sir, would you like some dragon meat?”
“No thanks, Yingxue, you enjoy it yourself.”
The midsummer season was in full swing, and the courtyard was peaceful.
It felt as though the very air was ablaze.
Among the swaying sea of trees, Xu Xi rested on a thick root, leaning against a sturdy branch, watching Wu Yingxue prepare the dragon meat with amusement.
The scorching sand, the swirling dust, the splattering sparks.
Ordinary things took on new meaning with each gasp of surprise.
Unlike a witch's cooking, which improves with time, the princess's culinary skills remained abysmal.
The roasted dragon meat was charred beyond recognition, looking as though it would cut one's life short if consumed.
Thus, Xu Xi politely declined Wu Yingxue's offer.
“Oh, alright then…” The girl seemed disappointed but quickly devoured the meat in a few bites, then began preparing a new batch.
This time, her actions were more meticulous, performed with great care.
Her gaze fixed on the flickering flames.
Focused and intent.
That swirling orange-red hue surprisingly complemented her.
The sky was clear, the sunlight brilliant; the intense rays filtered through the tiles and rails, then were mostly blocked by the trees and plants, creating a dappled, shifting pattern of light and shadow.
“Life like this is pretty good…”
In this serene summer silence,
Xu Xi's face was caressed by the gentle breeze.
His lips curved upward slightly as he first watched Wu Yingxue busy with the meat, then turned slightly to the left, looking at Krisha tending to the dragon blood grass.
Xu Moli wasn't home.
She seemed to have gone off to perform another "world-slicing" maneuver.
Xu Xi had already advised his sister to take more rest, but she always agreed verbally, only to rush off to the chaos to cut through more worlds.
Still, Xu Xi could feel her presence.
“Tap—”
“Tap—”
Very faint.
A subtle clinking sound came from the direction of Xu Xi's bedroom.
Without needing to see, after a thousand such instances, Xu Xi could now judge the state of affairs in his display case by those small noises alone.
“Hmm, seems like Moli is showing great dominance today, with the sugar jar firmly holding the top spot.”
“But Yingxue's not doing too bad either.”
“Could it be… because she was distracted by this, that the girl's dragon meat got burned?”
Xu Xi speculated, gazing at the princess's busy back, deep in thought.
The display case was in quite a state of chaos.
It was gradually deviating from Xu Xi's original intention of preserving memories.
But Xu Xi didn't mind.
He collected the sugar jar, the wand, and the paper flowers to commemorate those who could no longer be seen.
Now that they were back, the act of commemoration itself took a backseat.
“Objects are important, memories are important, but the most important thing is the people themselves.”
Xu Xi smiled softly.
He did not intervene in the unseen struggle within the display case.
This was fine—this peaceful, tranquil life was the most precious thing of all.
“After becoming a god, the leap in my essence has led to comprehensive enhancements. Not only has my mastery over magic improved, allowing me to wield laws at will,”
“but my magical cultivation, my understanding of the Dao,”
“and even my martial path—my blood energy, my inner world cycle—”
“have all surged ahead at an astounding pace.”
“Combined with the amplification of teardrops and stellar radiance… perhaps, in not too long, I’ll ascend to be an immortal or transcend the realm of martial arts.”
A somewhat noisy cicada's call echoed from the branches.
The thick layers of leaves hid the tiny insects from view, and Xu Xi looked up, silently calculating the changes in his own strength.
Having ascended to godhood, he was almost "graduated" in terms of magic.
Casting a gaze downward from a higher vantage point was effortless.
A god's perspective and comprehension.
Had accelerated his cultivation and martial progress immensely.
It could be said that Xu Xi's strength was in a phase of rapid growth; with time, he would become a being who had mastered all three major systems.
“So, what should I simulate next…”
He summoned the simulator panel visible only to him.
Xu Xi was lost in thought.
“In the past, I simulated to gain powerful abilities so I could protect myself in the real world.”
“Now that I’ve become a god, spirit, essence, and divine, all have their own cultivation systems.”
“Cultivation, magic, martial arts.”
“The combination of these three paths almost encompasses the advantages of all supernatural systems.”
“Now, I have everything I need.”
Xu Xi's eyes closed slightly.
He felt the flow of energy within him, with the strongest magical divine core at the center, and the magic power of cultivation and the blood energy of martial arts intertwined, forming a mystical profile.
Xu Xi no longer lacked power.
With the strength of the three major systems plus the protection of three powerful allies, he was practically tiny-invincible in a literal sense.
At least on Earth.
Given that he no longer needed more supernatural powers from simulations,
Xu Xi now had something else he was more curious about—the simulator itself: its essence and composition; what kind of existence it really was.
“The Beautiful Life Simulator…”
Xu Xi murmured, “This name doesn’t seem to fit the traditional cultivation world—could it be from a sci-fi universe?
This guess seemed plausible.
At least compared to cultivating immortality or cultivating in a fantasy world.
The simulator's style clearly leaned more toward a sci-fi setting.
“If that’s the case, this time I’ll try simulating something sci-fi-related.”
“And I haven't forgotten, the sci-fi system is incredibly varied—some focus on technology and martial arts blending into a galactic empire, while others feature robotic apocalypse or manipulating the physical universe itself.”
“I hope this simulation proves useful to me.”
“If I manage to uncover the essence of the simulator, that’d be the best result, but even if I don’t, it won’t cost me anything.”
“Moreover, the sci-fi genre has a unique way of dissecting the world, which might be of some use to me.”
“Simulator, charge!”
Xu Xi focused his mind, and a flood of sci-fi items poured out from his spatial ring.
Immediately, they were rapidly absorbed by the simulator.
On the simulator’s panel, text surged in rapid succession:
【Ding—】
【Sci-fi Anchor Medium Loading: +1%, +1%, +1%, +1%…】
A moment later,
The simulator's progress bar reached 100%.
At full capacity, it emitted a dazzling white light, prompting Xu Xi to begin the simulation.
【Sci-fi Anchor Medium Loading Complete】
【Congratulations to the host for earning a simulation opportunity! Would you like to start the beautiful simulated life?】
【Available Simulation Count: 1】
The simulator's prompting sound rang out.
Without hesitation, Xu Xi confirmed and initiated his fourth life simulation.
【Simulation Starting…】
【Worldline Calculation in Progress…】
【Transportation World Locked, Specified as Sci-fi World】
【Generating Traits, Traits Generated, Please Select Three Traits as Your Simulation Life’s Talents】
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