This Simulator is Not Beautiful at All

The autumn sun reflected off the glass curtain walls.

Fallen leaves drifted on either side of the road.

The orange hues were the desolate colors of autumn.

Pedestrians tightened their clothes and quickened their pace, eager to return home for a moment of respite.

A few days later.

Xu Xi stood in the courtyard.

He sensed the changes in Yanshan City.

At the same time, he kept recalling the gains of the past few days.

"Every place I could go, I’ve already visited once, but I found nothing unusual."

"I even asked Wu Yingxue to help with detection, but she didn’t find anything abnormal either."

"Could it be that the spiritual energy resurgence is truly a spontaneous change on Earth?"

Xu Xi frowned, his eyes reflecting the autumn scenery—the fluttering of withered leaves and the sight of Krisha, the witch, persisting in her training.

In recent days, Krisha had been training for longer periods.

Her vigilant demeanor was something Xu Xi rarely saw.

However,

it wasn’t so much a vigilance against danger

as it was like a soft, adorable little animal guarding its precious food. Her serious training expression made Xu Xi want to laugh.

Not a mocking laugh, but one of appreciation for her cuteness.

Stare——

The witch’s intuition remained sharp. Whenever Xu Xi had such thoughts, she would look up, her empty and bewildered eyes fixed on him.

"Mentor…"

"What are you thinking about?"

She asked, and Xu Xi answered honestly.

"Nothing, just that the serious Krisha is also quite adorable," he said, ruffling her silver-gray hair with a smile. The witch nodded blankly.

After confirming that Krisha was fine, Xu Xi returned to his room.

He sat by the window.

The warm sunlight slanted in, illuminating his profile and the bridge of his nose.

In his hands, he opened a record book.

"From the official database, I’ve investigated all the locations of the initial spiritual energy resurgence, but there’s nothing unusual."

"Is there truly nothing unusual? Or is it…"

The golden autumn sunlight illuminated the pure white paper, highlighting every word clearly.

Xu Xi looked at the contents he had recorded, lost in thought.

He found it hard to believe.

Earth, which was originally in a state of no magic, had suddenly awakened with supernatural attributes, and multiple different systems at that. It all seemed too abstract.

But Wu Yingxue couldn’t detect anything unusual.

This meant that either the truth was indeed as it seemed, or there was a force capable of shielding even the highest powers, at least on the same level.

"This…"

Xu Xi felt he might be overthinking things.

How could there be a supreme being so bored as to target Earth just to trigger a spiritual energy resurgence?

It made no sense at all.

"If it weren’t for the simulator, if it weren’t for me, someone like Mo Li wouldn’t even notice Earth’s existence."

"Let alone help Earth ascend."

"So, it must be—"

"because of the simulator?"

After eliminating all impossibilities, the only remaining explanation was the ultimate answer.

In Xu Xi’s understanding, the essence of the "Beautiful Life Simulator," including its origin, was mysterious and transcendent.

If Earth’s anomalies, including the sudden emergence of the supernatural,

all originated from the simulator,

then Wu Yingxue’s inability to detect anything unusual made sense.

After all, Xu Xi had conducted experiments before—even eternal supreme beings couldn’t see the simulator’s interface.

"Could it be…"

"that the so-called Beautiful Life Simulator is about gaining strength from simulations to thrive in the reality of spiritual energy resurgence?"

Xu Xi closed the record book.

The book’s cover shimmered with golden light, forming a long, soft glow.

It faintly reflected Xu Xi’s stunned expression.

He murmured to himself, "If that’s the case, then I’ve indeed misunderstood the simulator."

"However, this still doesn’t explain the simulator’s origin, essence, or why it appeared on Earth."

"Mo Li and the others can’t influence the simulator."

"They can only observe some minor movements when the simulation starts."

"Perhaps, in future simulations, I can explore this angle further."

Xu Xi sat on the wooden chair, his gaze shifting to the tall, clear display cabinet.

Through the glass doors,

he could clearly see the four items inside:

his sister’s candy jar, the witch’s wand, the princess’s paper flower, and the machine servant’s identification tag.

Gazing at these mementos,

Xu Xi’s mind filled with the corresponding smiles and voices—precious memories that had shaped his unique emotions.

Unconsciously,

a smile appeared on Xu Xi’s face.

But soon, the smile froze.

Xu Xi remembered something important.

"Logically, I should be grateful to the simulator. It gave me the chance to change my life, granting me supernatural powers and allowing me to meet important people."

"But from another perspective, if the simulator is the one behind the spiritual energy resurgence,"

"then my leg disability back then was caused by the simulator?"

"This…"

Xu Xi’s emotions were complicated.

His gratitude toward the life simulator was genuine, but so was his desire to dismantle it.

Damn.

This simulator truly isn’t beautiful at all.

Having successfully unraveled the truth behind the spiritual energy resurgence,

Xu Xi felt much more at ease.

As for the simulator, he was relatively confident in it.

Aside from screwing him over and ending simulations in various deaths, the simulator was quite reliable in other aspects.

"Well, it’s time to enjoy some peace and quiet."

With the investigation concluded,

and no more worries,

Xu Xi’s life returned to its usual tranquility—whether it was "diligent" cultivation, tending to flowers, or fishing.

It was an ordinary, mundane daily life, yet filled with silent warmth.

However,

a strange feeling crept in again.

Although winter was still far off, the autumn chill grew increasingly biting.

"Is Earth ascending too quickly, causing instability in the natural phenomena?"

Xu Xi speculated.

There was nothing he could do about it. When it came to Earth’s ascension, all he could do was wait.

"Big brother, I want candy~~"

The sweet-toothed Xu Moli would still occasionally giggle and cling to Xu Xi’s arm, asking for candy.

She seemed to be in a good mood lately.

But when Xu Xi curiously asked about it,

she refused to answer.

"Big brother, it’s a secret," she said, looking up at the ceiling, her lips curling into a faint smile.

In stark contrast was Krisha, who was in a state of high-intensity preparation every day.

Holding her wand,

with elements swirling around her,

the laws of the world revolved around her body.

"Mentor, please try to minimize going out during this time," the witch advised, saying the outside world was too dangerous, and only by staying at home could she better protect Xu Xi.

"It’s fine, Krisha."

"With my strength, there’s no way I’ll encounter danger."

Xu Xi smiled as he responded to the witch.

He felt that Krisha’s vigilance had been a bit excessive lately.

Come to think of it,

hadn’t they had a similar conversation before?

No big deal. With the backing of three supreme beings, invincibility and safety were a given.

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