Simulation Year 15, Xu Xi, age 32.
After a year of construction,
with the aid of numerous earthwork puppets,
the wizard tower nears completion.
Its main structure is grand, its wings expansive.
This is no ordinary vertical tower but rather a fortress akin to a floating city—vast in scale, equipped with multiple platforms.
It integrates living quarters, potion labs, bio-zones, training grounds, and levitation hubs, among others.
Every sector
has been meticulously designed with future needs in mind.
Majestic and awe-inspiring, solemn yet enigmatic, the tower’s exterior is adorned with Canglan stone slabs etched with arcane circuitry, channeling energy throughout the structure.
At first glance, the tower appears colossal.
Yet, within the broader scope of the wizarding world,
its size is merely average.
On the Plateau of Divinity, Xu Xi once explored the ruins of a six-ring wizard tower. Though only fragments remained, they were enough to glimpse its former scale.
"Likely... ten times the size of mine," he mused.
"‘Tower’ is just a term of convenience."
"More accurately, a wizard tower is a personal stronghold—integrating production, research, living quarters, combat, and defense."
"As a headquarters, the more formidable, the better."
Xu Xi stands before the nearly finished tower,
staff in hand,
aimed at the spire.
A surge of soul energy strikes the apex, activating the tower’s core intelligence—the Tower Spirit.
This is a spellform developed by wizards, a soul-driven mechanism that assists in coordinating the tower’s functions.
It operates with rigid, mechanical precision,
handling only the simplest automated tasks.
"Master Wizard," Servia follows behind Xu Xi, her curious gaze tracing the intricate patterns on the tower’s surface.
"With the Tower Spirit’s help, does this mean we won’t need to maintain the tower ourselves?"
Xu Xi steps inside,
inspecting the functionalities of his future base.
"Not entirely, Servia."
"The Tower Spirit isn’t sentient—just an automated spellform mechanism. Delicate tasks like cultivating magical plants or brewing potions still require our direct involvement."
Under the undead warrior’s watchful eyes, Xu Xi raises a finger. Azure flames erupt in the corridor,
coalescing into tiny spectral ravens.
They flutter their wings, lifelike yet eerily still, perching affectionately on his bent knuckle.
Their eyes, however, are voids of absolute darkness.
This is the Tower Spirit.
Xu Xi splits his focus, assigning his loyal steed—the Netherfire Raven—to serve as the tower’s guardian intelligence.
……
[Your wizard tower is complete.]
[Death-energy shielding, life-cycle circulation, cultivation experiments, leisure and living—]
[Your design equips the tower with multiple capabilities, ensuring survival in a dying world.]
[Servia asks if the tower has a name.]
[You ponder for a long time.]
[No satisfying answer comes to mind.]
[You consider "Tower of Dawn," but such names are commonplace in the wizarding world.]
[Finally, you jest to the warrior:]
["What about ‘Tower of Salvation,’ Servia? How does that sound?"]
[Your offhand remark]
[makes Servia’s eyes brighten.]
[Servia Clawphire thinks "Tower of Salvation" is a fine name.]
……
The journey of salvation begins.
A resonant hum reverberates through the canyon walls.
The tower ascends,
its surface shimmering faintly,
like a colossal star lifting from the earth—
a display of raw power and grandeur.
Xu Xi stands on the tower’s plaza, fine-tuning the levitation spells to stabilize its flight toward the horizon.
With him and Servia aboard,
the extermination of the undead commences.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The moment the tower rises, its towering form erupts with light, unleashing a storm of radiant spears.
They blanket the sky,
obliterating the wandering undead above the canyon.
"So powerful..."
Servia stares, awestruck.
She feels obsolete.
Her sword might as well be scrap metal.
"Don’t be fooled, Servia," Xu Xi says, summoning scattered soul flames. Under the Soul Collector’s compulsion, they merge into his reserves.
He turns to the warrior beside him.
"These attacks drain the tower’s energy, and their power pales against a true wizard’s might."
"As we face stronger undead, your role will grow heavier."
His words
do not deter Servia in the slightest.
"Thank you for your concern, but this body... is always ready," the green-eyed warrior replies, glancing at the ring on her finger.
It matches her eyes—
crystalline, emerald,
mirroring each other.
Burden is no curse. To Servia, it is proof of purpose.
……
[You and Servia journey onward.]
[After a year’s respite in the canyon, you find the undead have multiplied.]
[Harnessing the tower’s aerial advantage and firepower, you harvest soul flames en masse, repurposing them as the tower’s fuel.]
[The cycle sustains itself. After accounting for losses, your reserves swell daily.]
[You are pleased.]
[And turn your focus to the path of a fourth-ring wizard.]
[You know your current third-ring strength is insufficient. To reach your goal, you must advance.]
[Simulation Year 16, age 33.]
[The decade’s Undead Tide arrives. You and Servia witness the sky darken—an abysmal shroud, the world itself pressing down.]
"Servia, are you alright?"
"Y-yes... Please don’t worry... I’ll manage."
Servia’s skeletal form curls into a ball.
The wizarding world during the Tide is pitch-black, a void where even a raised hand vanishes.
Fortunately, the tower’s interior lights flicker on at Xu Xi’s command.
The warrior stops trembling but remains coiled on the ground.
"Servia?"
"Master Wizard, please don’t look at me... It’s too embarrassing... Ugh..."
Servia cannot bring herself to rise.
Xu Xi finds her state amusing.
He crouches, takes her hand, and coaxes the shy undead girl to her feet.
……
[The Undead Tide is a sign of the Netherworld’s encroachment.]
[This year,]
[the undead grow in number and strength.]
[Some even slip through dimensional rifts—invaders from the endless Nether, worsening the world’s despair.]
[Be they human or other races,]
[all are like autumn leaves beneath this calamity. A single step, and they crumble.]
[Your tower is besieged by wraiths and undead.]
[You are forced to activate maximum defensive spells.]
[After grueling battles, you and Servia endure the Tide’s fiercest surge, reaping a windfall of soul flames.]
[The aftermath leaves the Tower of Salvation scarred and battered.]
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
iving with nine beautiful women. [Ding! Welcome back to the Joyous Sect, Host…] Lin Yu: ??? I’m clearly in a shared rental, but you’re saying I’m in the Joyous Sect? Watering plants is now [Tending to Spiritual Flora]? Cooking becomes [Researching Elixirs]? Making the bed turns into [Setting Up Formations]? A gentle and innocent auntie, twin classmates, a mysterious hacker girl on leave, a severely socially anxious artist, an elementary school Chinese teacher, a community hospital nurse, a pet shop owner, an antique clock restorer… This system… is kinda interesting.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
