【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.】

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