“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】
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
