【You and Servia walk through the tower】
【A normal body brings normal sensations】
【The warmth of sunlight, the sound of a breeze, the coolness of flowing water】
【These everyday things deeply move Servia, who reaches out like a child, overjoyed】
【You gaze tenderly at Servia like this】
【You feel an hour is far too short and consider casting the spell again】
【But the girl refuses the offer, quoting your own words back at you】
【She doesn’t want you to overexert yourself】
……
【In the remaining half hour, Servia wants to taste food】
【After some thought, you decide to cook yourself, celebrating Servia’s brief return to life】
【Ingredients, neatly arranged】
【Utensils, fully prepared】
【Under the bewildered gaze of the Hero, pots and pans submit to your will, and swiftly cooked ingredients begin to emit faint golden light】
【Your legendary culinary skills are on full display】
【Your cooking proficiency steadily increases +1】
【While waiting for the meal to finish, Servia grows slightly bored and decides to prepare a dish herself】
【Hero Servia starts a fire】
【Hero Servia takes out a sand-astringent fruit】
【Hero Servia begins roasting the sand-astringent fruit】
……
The presence of supernatural power
shortens cooking time significantly.
In just over ten minutes, Xu Xi prepares a feast—four dishes and a soup, fragrant and mouthwatering.
Glazed roasted meat paired with tender greens.
Aromatic broth accompanied by crisp mushrooms.
A mere glance is enough to imagine the delicate textures and savory richness melting on the tongue.
“Hmm, my skills haven’t dulled.”
Xu Xi nods slightly, watching the steam rise from the dishes.
Overall,
the meal is a success.
The only flaw is the charred fruit at the corner of the table, its skin cracked open to reveal blackened flesh.
“Servia, what is this…?”
“Great Sorcerer, I wanted to test my own skills.”
The girl explains her reasoning.
She wanted to try roasting the sand-astringent fruit herself,
to see if it truly was as terrible as claimed.
“Great Sorcerer, to be honest, I was quite confident in my roasted sand-astringent fruit,” Servia smiles, taking a small bite of the blackened fruit.
“……”
“……”
Servia silently puts the fruit down.
“Great Sorcerer, please… forget what I just said…”
“This is… a bit embarrassing…”
【Servia adores the meal you prepared】
【Rich in flavor and exquisitely seasoned, it’s an unparalleled experience she’s never had before】
【If possible, Servia would love to eat your cooking every day, but the duration of flesh regeneration is too short to sustain a normal life】
【The hour ends】
【Under your watchful gaze, Servia’s body reverts to a skeletal form】
【She carefully folds her clothes, retrieves her armor from a spatial ring, wraps herself in cloth, and dons her cloak—returning to her usual appearance】
【You step forward】
【Apologizing】
【Explaining that, for now, you haven’t found a way to restore her body permanently】
“It’s alright, Great Sorcerer.”
“This is enough…”
“Being able to regain my body for an hour now and then, to taste your cooking… I consider myself very fortunate.”
Servia’s eyes shimmer with warmth.
Perhaps because you’ve just seen her true form,
facing that familiar face, Xu Xi no longer sees it as incomplete—instead, it feels like the final piece of a flawless puzzle.
“Servia.”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“You’re beautiful as you are now.”
“!!!”
Xu Xi’s gaze softens as he reaches out, gently pinching the Hero’s cheek.
The radiance within her soul is almost blinding.
……
【Simulation Year 31, Age 48】
【The Salvation Tower travels to more lands】
【Desolate, barren, haunted by wandering undead】
【Time confirms your suspicions—the current world of sorcery, aside from the Salvation Tower you created, is nearly devoid of life】
【Perhaps in some hidden corner, a powerful sorcerer lingers】
【But their numbers would be vanishingly few】
【Gazing at the black sun in the sky, then at the wasteland below, you contrast it with the serene beauty within the tower, struck by the stark difference】
【What began as a jest in naming now feels prophetic】
【The Salvation Tower, carrying countless lives, plants, and magical beasts, resembles the mythical Noah’s Ark, sailing toward an unknown fate】
【Simulation Year 33, Age 50】
【Your soul grows more refined】
【The abilities of a Fourth-Circle Sorcerer shine uniquely in your hands】
【You master several profound and esoteric spells】
【At regular intervals, you cast flesh regeneration for Servia, allowing her to shed the stillness of undeath and experience life anew】
【At first, the Hero wanders the tower freely】
【Later, she stays solely by your side】
【When questioned, she explains she wants to lighten your burdens, to be of use】
【You find this touching】
【You notice that each time Servia regains her body, she wears a different outfit】
【The styles vary, and while you appreciate their uniqueness, what lingers in your memory are her deep emerald eyes—gem-like and luminous】
【You believe the Hero’s innate brilliance outshines all else】
【At some point】
【After learning your thoughts, Servia stops changing clothes frequently, settling on the white dress from her first revival—elegant, beautiful, and confident】
“Servia, you should spend your time on more meaningful things.”
“Great Sorcerer, I believe this is the most meaningful.”
At the summit of the Salvation Tower,
within Xu Xi’s private study,
he conducts research on tower-spirit modifications while Servia stands beside him, assisting with spell calculations and inspiration, her platinum hair swaying gently in the breeze—her beauty reserved for him alone.
Not a moment of her precious hour is wasted.
Servia has always devoted herself to what matters most.
From beginning to end,
it has always been so.
……
【Simulation Year 34, Age 51】
【The Salvation Tower arrives at the former Dragon’s Valley, once a gathering place for the world’s dragons, now a graveyard of bones】
【You are ambushed by a bone dragon】
【For unknown reasons, your attacks prove devastatingly effective, and you slay it with ease】
【The Hero stands dazed, her sword barely drawn】
【Simulation Year 36, Age 53】
【The decade’s Undead Tide descends, flooding the world with monsters】
【You prepare in advance, unleashing the tower’s firepower to harvest countless soul flames】
【Powerful undead entities emerge repeatedly】
【Even with your presence, the tower’s barriers shatter multiple times】
【Simulation Year 37, Age 54】
【Your research on cross-dimensional travel yields breakthroughs, along with fragments of intel on the Endless Netherworld】
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
