In Xu Xi's memories, the only way to end a life simulation was through death.
In the cultivation world, Xu Xi died in the Golden Core Realm.
In the magic world, he perished as a Sanctuary Magus.
In the martial arts world, his life ended at the Human Immortal stage.
In the sci-fi world, he was merely a genetically modified mortal.
In the necromancy world, he met his demise as a Fifth-Circle Wizard.
Because he died so frequently and swiftly, Xu Xi had never considered one possibility—that death wasn’t the only condition for ending a simulation.
Until today.
For the first time, he saw the simulation system’s termination prompt.
Only then did it dawn on him that, in the simulator’s judgment, death was merely one of several possible conclusions.
[Ding—]
[You have reached your maximum potential. End the simulation now?]
Ever since Xu Xi’s breakthrough, these words had flickered incessantly on the simulation panel, visible only to him.
"Is something wrong, Master?"
Beside him, his loyal mechanical attendant spoke up.
The other girls turned their gazes toward him.
Xu Xi smiled, assuring them he was fine, then offered an apology.
"All of you have helped me so much along the way. I think… it’s time to go back."
"You mean… ending this cycle?"
"Mhm."
Xu Xi gave a slight nod, instructing the girls to prepare themselves.
Then, without hesitation, he confirmed the simulation’s end option, his eyes alight with curiosity as he awaited the first proper conclusion of a simulation.
Colors drained from the world.
Time and space froze in place.
As if someone had pressed rewind, the scenery blurred into monochrome distortion before dissolving into nothingness.
And then—
Xu Xi was ejected from the timeline, once again beholding the vast and boundless Sea of Possibilities. The shifting visions before him flickered rapidly, receding amid the roar of crashing waves.
A blink—and he was back in the courtyard.
[You have completed a full simulation.]
[You are the world’s favored child, a protagonist blessed by the heavens.]
[You were born extraordinary. Even in the face of setbacks, you rose against the tide, becoming the ‘Hidden Dragon’ in countless eyes.]
[You are destiny itself.]
[Your life was a grand epic—filled with lows, highs, restraint, and dominance. Your story is hailed as legend.]
[You eradicated the ultimate villain of the Tianxuan Realm, restoring the world’s cycle of progress and allowing stronger cultivators to emerge.]
[You began in the Tianxuan Realm, yet transcended it. Though its fated protagonist, your achievements surpassed its limits. Your might is undeniable.]
[Simulation concluded. Compiling highlights…]
[Calculating evaluation…]
[Generating rewards…]
Yanshan City, courtyard.
Sunlight bathed the scene in warmth, the air thick with the vitality of spring. Dappled light filtered through lush foliage, casting a dreamlike glow.
The sky was a clear blue, clouds drifted lazily, and a gentle breeze carried the heat of the sun.
Everything remained exactly as it had been before the simulation began.
"Are we… really back?" The Heroine patted herself down, then glanced around, confirming they had indeed returned to Earth.
The other girls wore identical expressions—curiosity and astonishment.
Though they had reunited with Xu Xi earlier than the Heroine, this was their first experience with the simulation.
But soon, their excitement gave way to deep concern.
"Master… will you continue these cycles in the future?" Krisha’s eyes reflected Xu Xi’s face with unsettling clarity.
The Supreme Ones had now witnessed firsthand what these simulations—these cycles—truly were.
To them, the simulations, though safe, were fraught with uncertainty.
Especially the Sea of Possibilities and the unknown paths—even their supreme status couldn’t pierce the mystery shrouding them.
Xu Xi nodded. "I’m curious. I want to see what lies at the end of that road."
"This might sound reckless…"
"But I believe… that path means me no harm."
He reassured Krisha, about to say more, when the simulation’s final results flashed before him.
[Ding~~~]
[Sixth Simulation results compiled.]
[Congratulations, Host. You have unlocked the following achievements: Chosen by Heaven, Rise from the Ashes, World’s Savior, Five Beauties’ Legend, Transcender of Worlds.]
[Chosen by Heaven]: The world adores you. Whatever you do, it will spare no effort to aid you.
[Rise from the Ashes]: Once a waste, you underwent an ultimate metamorphosis.
[World’s Savior]: You slew the greatest villain, allowing the Tianxuan Realm to progress further, birthing mightier cultivators.
[Five Beauties’ Legend]: Widespread rumors claim you have five celestial wives and thirty children.
[Transcender of Worlds]: You surpassed the world, standing above it. Even the chaos echoes your name.
[Simulation Summary]: You honed your talents flawlessly, rising from weakness to transcendence. In a mere century, you reached unfathomable heights, becoming an object of reverence for countless souls.
[Simulation No. 06 Final Evaluation: S+]
"An S+ rating?"
"Does that mean reaching the simulation world’s power ceiling is the requirement?"
Xu Xi was mildly surprised.
If true, it explained why he’d never achieved S+ before, no matter how hard he tried.
[Generating rewards… Beep… Beep…]
[Host, please select five rewards from the following list. Choices will be granted immediately.]
1. Peak cultivation level attained in the simulation.
2. All insights gained during the simulation.
3. Enhanced • Heaven’s Indestructible Body.
4. Enhanced • True Dragon Immortality Elixir.
5. Enhanced • Misfortune Reversed.
"……" Xu Xi was stunned.
Not because of the S+ rewards.
But because of the new lines that appeared on the simulation panel.
[Congratulations, Host. You have unlocked full simulation privileges.]
[The one-simulation-per-world restriction has been lifted.]
[Continue your simulations and enjoy the journey ahead.]
In other words—
The cultivation world, magic world, martial arts world, sci-fi world, necromancy world, and fantasy world…
He could simulate them again?
Faced with this sudden boon, Xu Xi didn’t react with overwhelming excitement. He merely chuckled.
"Somehow, this feels like reaching the endgame of a game… the S+ rating is just the system acknowledging my efforts."
"But not quite."
"Only by stepping onto that path will it truly be complete."
With a sigh, he swiftly selected all five rewards. This time, unlike before, he didn’t need to weigh their value.
This life of mine has been walking on thin ice.
Give me everything.
Refine it all—instantly!

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.”

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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.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!