[Simulation concluded, compiling highlights]
[Calculating simulation evaluation...]
[Generating simulation rewards...]
The real world.
Xu Xi opened his eyes.
The courtyard remained frozen in the same temporal stasis as before the simulation began—utterly silent, motionless.
The surging energies of cultivation, magic, and martial arts flowed within him, soothing the post-simulation fatigue.
"Moli, did you notice anything?" Xu Xi asked the four girls before him.
Before the fifth simulation, he had entrusted Xu Moli and the others to lock down the courtyard’s temporal possibilities, hoping to uncover the truth behind the simulator.
Now was the time to assess their findings.
Yet something felt off.
The atmosphere was unnervingly strange.
Xu Moli furrowed her brows, Krisha sniffed the air, Wu Yingxue lowered her head in thought, and Ailei seemed to be searching for something.
Before the simulation, they had all been observing its activation together.
But now, each was preoccupied with their own task.
"Master," the most perceptive of them, the witch Krisha, spoke first. "There’s... another peculiar scent on you."
Though emotionally reserved, Krisha’s senses were terrifyingly sharp.
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The World of Heruka
Blazing white flames erupted from the scorching sun, swelling until they obscured a quarter of the sky.
A colossal entity descended from beyond the heavens, crashing into an ancient, verdant forest.
Birds shrieked in panic.
Trees toppled in rows.
The vast world was left with only the hum of the floating Wizard Tower’s machinery.
Servia Clawphire was obedient—painfully so.
She followed every command Xu Xi had given with flawless precision.
She protected herself.
She shielded the panicked masses.
Like an unyielding machine, she maintained the tower and purged threats in its vicinity.
But it hurt.
Her heart ached unbearably.
When there was nothing left to do, Servia retreated alone to the deepest chamber atop the tower.
Lights off.
Windows shuttered.
Just as she had long ago, she curled into a trembling ball in the cold, dark corner.
"Great Wizard... I can’t..."
"Without you... I’m nothing..."
Tears streamed down her deathly pale cheeks, soaking them in sorrow.
Her grief echoed through the suffocating darkness, feeding her fear and despair.
The Hero could not face that abyss alone.
Could not endure the crushing certainty that Xu Xi was gone—forever.
So she pressed her back against the wall, knees drawn to her chest, and activated the enchanted tome he had left her.
A simple luminescence spell.
A faint glow kindled with a trickle of soul energy.
It was the light Xu Xi had left for her.
Dim.
But warm.
A lifeline for Servia, drowning in grief.
"You promised to return..."
"You said it yourself..."
Her voice broke.
Then faded entirely.
Only the sound of falling tears remained.
And when even those ran dry, only shuddering whimpers.
Outside, golden sunlight bathed the world in warmth—yet none of it reached her.
None of it touched her frozen, shattered heart.
She loathed her weakness.
Hated her cowardice.
But Servia rejected this version of herself, clinging instead to the dim radiance of the tome.
He wasn’t coming back.
Never again.
The light that had guided her, embraced her, accepted every flawed part of her—
Gone.
No more voice.
No more presence.
No more fragments of him in the life she’d known.
The ordinary days she’d taken for granted were now eternally hollow.
A gaping void where he should have been.
"......"
Time passed.
Servia wept until she had no tears left.
Until even the enchanted tome, overused, flickered out.
"The Great Wizard..."
"He believed in me. I can’t... disappoint him."
Staggering upright like a broken marionette, she dragged herself forward.
Her trembling fingers found the door handle.
Eyes vacant.
Expression shattered.
Her heart was in ruins, but she couldn’t collapse here.
Not when someone had trusted her.
Believed she could be more.
And so, Servia would become the Hero worthy of that light.
Click—
The door swung open.
A flood of gold spilled into the room, gilding her skin in fractured brilliance.
Life thrived in this reborn world—
The very dream she’d once longed for.
But her hollow eyes reflected no joy.
"Tower Spirit..." Her voice was sandpaper.
Before the enemy’s arrival, Xu Xi had granted her control of the tower’s core.
She hadn’t wanted it then.
Didn’t want to be its sole keeper.
But now, Servia would obey.
Because it was his final order.
Thud.
Thud.
Step by unsteady step, she reached the tower’s heart.
The spirit manifested as a shadowy raven, alighting before her.
And then—
A voice.
Pre-recorded.
Gentle as memory.
Xu Xi’s words unfolded like a map—explaining the Infinite Netherworld, the Immortals, breakthroughs, potions, soulcraft.
Every path she might need.
And at the end, a pause.
A quiet, aching apology:
"Servia... I’m sorry."
Drip.
Drip.
Tears fell anew.
The world basked in dawn.
The Hero wept in the dark.
"You always... always do this..."
"I was the burden... I should be the one begging forgiveness..."
"Great Wizard..."
"I... refuse... your apology."
Silence filled the chamber.
But Servia’s grief was a storm.
It clogged her lungs.
Sapped her strength.
Left her crumpled and broken.
The one who had pulled her from darkness, who had led her into light—
Even in death, he had paved her way forward.
His kindness was a blade.
And Servia wanted to let it carve her apart.
But she couldn’t.
The Hero he’d believed in was meant to stand in the sun.
To smile.
And so—
Servia would step into the light.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
