The XuanHuan simulation had come to an end.
Xu Xi's life.
The lives of the five girls.
Once again, they returned to the mundanity of Earth.
The witch watered the Dragonblood Grass in the courtyard, the mechanical maid researched new tonics, the younger sister studied techniques for the Collector's Cabinet ranking battles, while the noblewoman sparred with the hero.
On the third day after the simulation ended, Xu Xi sat by his bedroom window, quietly observing the spring scenery outside and the figures of the girls.
The window framed the sunlight like a painting.
Hazy, pale light fell upon the tip of his nose, illuminating his face.
Suddenly, Xu Xi laughed.
His laughter was bright, tinged with deep nostalgia.
"I remember when I first obtained the simulator—I was so disoriented, almost convinced I hadn't woken up yet."
"Yet in the blink of an eye, I'm nearly at the endgame now..."
"Though I still can't set foot on that path."
"But it's only a matter of time."
His gaze shifted sideways, landing on the no-longer-new Collector's Cabinet and the five supreme mementos within.
A look of reminiscence flashed across Xu Xi's face.
He remembered clearly—it was after the second simulation ended that he moved to this courtyard home and bought this cabinet.
Now, years had passed in the blink of an eye.
No.
If the simulation time was counted, it had been over a thousand years.
"Time is such a peculiar thing."
"It makes you yearn to move forward, yet reluctant to let it slip away."
Xu Xi slowly closed his eyes.
Letting the empty sunlight bathe his upper body, bringing warmth and a faint glow.
Meanwhile, sounds drifted in from outside the window—
A low, continuous rustling of leaves stirred by the wind.
Soft, whispering.
Time flowed.
The sounds transformed into blurred images in Xu Xi's mind, replaying everything he had experienced since obtaining the Life Simulator—and his hopes for the future.
This XuanHuan simulation had brought Xu Xi many benefits: the ultimate goal of the simulation, rapid growth in strength, and supreme companionship.
To be honest, Xu Xi now felt like he was living a retirement life.
"Brother, open your mouth."
A familiar voice came from above as a piece of unwrapped hard candy was pressed between his lips by slender fingers.
It was green apple flavored.
"Thanks, Mo Li."
Xu Xi opened his eyes just in time to meet his adorable sister's gaze.
A little later, Ailei gently pushed the door open, bringing Xu Xi his lunch.
"Master, would you like to eat first, or..."
The mechanical maid produced a new super-nutritious tonic from who-knows-where.
"...drink this first?"
"Uh..."
Xu Xi hesitated. He felt his body had been over-supplemented lately.
"Gulp, gulp."
"Gulp, gulp."
In the end, he didn’t refuse Ailei’s kindness, not wanting her efforts to go to waste.
The days that followed unfolded just as Xu Xi had imagined—
Peaceful.
Gentle.
A retirement-like existence as plain as water.
The simulations continued, but with the help of the five supreme beings, they were no longer as arduous as before—more like leisurely strolls or casual sightseeing.
Xu Xi knew that stepping onto that path wouldn’t happen overnight.
So, his simulation frequency remained steady.
He didn’t push himself or the girls to the brink out of desperation. Instead, he took it easy, day after day.
He observed Earth’s ascension.
Visited the busy Li Wanshou.
Checked in on Niu, who now had a happy family.
And then—there was the newly ascended demigod red dragon?
Earth, Huaxia, Capital Supernatural United Bureau.
Deep underground, in the Treasure Hall, mountains of gold and silver glittered under dazzling lights, surrounded by vibrant gemstones of every hue.
"Clatter! Clatter!"
Amidst the metallic cacophony, a colossal mythical creature slowly rose from the depths, bathed in scorching heat.
Thick limbs, half-spread wings—it was like a demon of hell wreathed in crimson flames.
As the dragon stretched, treasures cascaded down, and the golden mountains collapsed.
The crisp, rapid sounds resembled a sudden downpour, further amplifying the imposing aura of the fearsome figure.
"Heh heh... heh heh heh..."
A low, sinister chuckle echoed through the Treasure Hall, brimming with unrestrained excitement.
"At last."
"I have finally become a demigod!!!"
"From this day forth, I am the mighty Demigod Dragon, the supreme ruler of all realms!"
"World, bear witness to my glory!"
"I am the most exalted, the most noble, the most supreme, the most invincible—the one whose very name strikes fear into the heart of the Dragon Speaker!"
"[Rexanches Astarte Nesarion Akunologia Kakarogita]!"
"Kekeke!"
"Kekekeke!"
"Dragons shall never be slaves!!!"
The dragon’s fury burned fiercely as Rexanches laughed wildly, watching his sacred domain transform into the embryonic form of a divine kingdom.
One day, when this divine kingdom fully manifested, it would mark his ascension as a Dragon God.
"Then, I shall punch the Dragon Speaker and kick the Apocalypse Witch! The glory of dragonkind shall rise again!"
In the solitude of his underground domain, the red dragon’s laughter grew even more unrestrained.
But suddenly—
His massive draconic eyes widened.
"W-what’s happening?!"
His heart pounded violently as his body trembled uncontrollably. Instinct overtook reason, forcing him into a posture he couldn’t comprehend—prostrating, trembling, waiting in the dead silence.
Ridiculous!
I am the mighty Demigod Dragon, Rexanches!
Dragon pride flared as he gritted his teeth, struggling to rise again.
"I... I cannot fall here!"
"I have sworn upon the honor of dragonkind to defy the Dragon Speaker—"
Hummm—
Space rippled like a curtain being drawn aside.
The moment he saw that familiar face, all strength left the dragon’s body.
Tears welled up as he spoke the most honest words of his life:
"Blood donation!"
"I love donating blood!"
Xu Xi chuckled.
He had heard every word the dragon said earlier.
There was no anger—if anything, it was more like watching a pet show off.
"Alright, sit down."
"Yes, of course! Please, right this way!"
The dragon fawned obsequiously, gesturing for Xu Xi to take the seat of honor.
Obedient.
Docile.
And very practiced.
Xu Xi shook his head with a smile.
"Relax, I’m not here to do anything to you. I’m not even here for your blood this time."
"Then... why...?"
"To celebrate your breakthrough to demigod."
With that, Xu Xi retrieved a jar of immortal wine brimming with spiritual energy from his personal space.
He poured himself a small cup.
And an enormous one for the dragon.
"......!"
Rexanches froze as if struck by lightning.
He stared at the scene for a long, long time, seemingly moved.
"Th-thank you!"
The dragon drank it all in one gulp, exhilarated.
He quickly realized the wine’s potency—it was incredibly beneficial even for a demigod’s physique.
Curious, he asked what kind of wine it was.
"Nothing special, just medicinal wine brewed with True Dragon Immortality Elixir," Xu Xi replied.
True... Dragon?
Rexanches blinked.
Ah...
In this world, there probably isn’t a bar that serves drinks brewed with a red dragon… right? Probably not.
A cup of warm, genuine dragon-infused medicinal wine slid down his throat.
The red dragon’s heart grew cold.
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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.
