【Ding—】
【Necromantic Anchor Medium Loading Progress: +1%, +1%, +1%, +1%…】
The supernatural item vanished before his eyes.
In its place,
the progress bar on the simulator panel surged rapidly.
From an initial 0%, it climbed sharply to its limit—100%.
This was the power of spending.
Soon, as the loading bar filled completely, the simulator refreshed with a new prompt.
【Necromantic Anchor Medium Loading Complete】
【Congratulations, Host. You have gained a simulation attempt. Would you like to begin your wondrous simulated life?】
【Available Simulation Attempts: 1】
The voice and text synchronized, reminding Xu Xi that he could start the simulation at any time.
But Xu Xi didn’t confirm immediately.
Instead, he turned his gaze to the courtyard of the real world.
There, a silver-haired witch trimmed dragonblood grass with an impassive expression.
A mechanized servant stood by the fishpond, scattering unknown bait into the water.
Extending his spiritual sense toward the house,
he could see his younger sister and the noblewoman experimenting with new dishes in the kitchen—though their silence spoke volumes as they faced a charred, inedible mess.
"Perfect timing. Everyone’s here."
Xu Xi nodded.
Enhancing his strength through simulation was secondary.
His true goal was to exploit the brief temporal fluctuations at the moment of simulation activation, allowing his companions to observe them.
"Krisha mentioned last time that during the fourth simulation, my temporal possibility vanished from reality the instant it began."
"So, this time,"
"I can have Krisha and the others preemptively seal the surrounding spacetime. There might be some changes—some gains."
With this thought, Xu Xi gathered the four girls before him,
tasking them with isolating the courtyard’s spacetime.
"Understood, Elder Brother. Mo Li remembers."
"Yes, Mentor…"
"If summoned by you, naturally, I shall assist."
"Ailei is delighted to serve, Master."
The girls agreed in unison, each deploying their own methods to forcefully cut off the courtyard’s spacetime from the Earth’s consciousness.
They fortified Xu Xi’s body inside and out, blocking all means of temporal separation.
Would this work?
Xu Xi wasn’t sure.
But he felt it was worth trying—a potential breakthrough.
"Elder Brother, is this sufficient?"
"Yes. Thank you, Mo Li."
Xu Xi smiled at the girl, sensing the airtight lockdown on his temporal possibilities within. Without further delay, he initiated his fifth life simulation.
【Simulation activating…】
【Worldline deducing…】
【Target world locked: Necromantic-aligned realm】
【Generating traits… Traits generated. Host, please select three traits to define your simulated life’s innate talents.】
【Trait tiers: White, Green, Blue, Purple, Gold, Red】
Bone Proliferation (Blue): Your bones are unnaturally hard and capable of continuous growth. Upon death, you may rise as an elite among skeletal horrors.
Life-Death Paradox (Purple): Life and death, an endless cycle. Your soul is unique, granting profound insight into the duality of existence.
Carrion Gut (Green): You can digest rotting flesh, extracting sustenance where others would starve. Survival is your forte.
The Thinker (Blue): You analyze, reflect, and adapt. A scholar’s mind lies within you.
Soul Harvester (Gold): You are no god of death—yet you surpass one. The fallen become stepping stones for your ascent.
Swimming (White): You swim swiftly, effortlessly outpacing human children under ten.
"No red-tier traits this time?"
"Expected. At least there’s gold and purple to fall back on."
Xu Xi’s gaze swept the options. He swiftly locked in two: Life-Death Paradox (Purple) and Soul Harvester (Gold).
For the final slot,
after brief deliberation,
he settled on The Thinker (Blue).
A mediocre pick among the leftovers, but the best of the remaining lot.
One gold, one purple, one blue.
This would be his fifth simulation’s final configuration.
Not exceptional, but more than sufficient for exploring the realm of the dead and studying soul energy.
【Traits selected. Begin simulation?】
"Confirm."
Disorientation. Chaos. Loss.
The instant Xu Xi affirmed, familiar sensations hammered his psyche with such force that his consciousness was ejected from his body.
Once again,
he witnessed the surreal spectacle.
All things froze—light stalled, sound stilled.
Only the four supreme beings before him retained motion, their gazes locking onto Xu Xi.
"Did the preemptive sealing work?"
Xu Xi was stunned.
He saw clearly as the girls channeled their supreme might, moving slowly yet deliberately, as if grasping at something intangible.
But their efforts lagged half a beat behind the simulator’s mechanisms.
Hum—
Spacetime fractured.
Consciousness soared.
Xu Xi hurtled uncontrollably beyond reality,
into the infinite, horizonless threads of spacetime.
Every second,
every fragment of time,
those densely packed threads split further, birthing endless possibilities.
And Xu Xi, passive and weightless,
was pulled into one such thread.
【Simulation #05 Officially Begins】
【You open your eyes to find yourself seated in a courtyard】
【Before you, only familiar flora remains. The girls are absent】
【This does not surprise you】
【You do not move. You sit still, gazing skyward, waiting】
【Soon, a familiar roar fills your ears】
【From the sky?】
【The earth?】
【The cosmos?】
【Or perhaps… the water?】
【You remain calm, idly speculating how your old friend will arrive】
【At last, they appear】
【They descend from the sky, emerge from the ground, pour from the cosmos—countless DaYun-brand heavy trucks, lights blazing, charging toward you in the courtyard】
【You smile, serene】
【A convoy of trucks sends you flying】
Impact—visceral, bone-deep.
Organs compressed flat in an instant,
then snapped back to shape.
Words failed Xu Xi. He fought nausea, face pale, teetering on the edge of death.
Ah, the "Wonderful Life Simulator." Truly, wonderfully lethal.
"It’s… finally over…"
Time blurred. When his senses steadied, an alien vista unfolded before him.
【Congratulations. You’ve crossed worlds—successfully isekai’d via truck collision.】

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.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)