Days Without Simulation

There was no need for simulations.

Life turned out to be much more leisurely than Xu Xi had anticipated.

Watering flowers.

Extracting dragon blood.

Spending time with the girls.

In the tranquility of days that repeated without incident, time quietly slipped by.

What brought Xu Xi even more relief was the harmonious relationship among the five girls—never once had there been any arguments.

"A life without sacrificing oneself is truly wonderful..."

Yanshan City, courtyard.

Xu Xi raised his head to gaze at the sky. He saw white clouds drifting across the vast blue heavens, with golden sunlight painting half of the dome in radiant hues. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Perhaps the scenery was too captivating.

Even the air he breathed felt fresher.

At that moment, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Brother, I want some candy," a small hand gently tugged at the hem of Xu Xi's clothes, the owner of the voice emphasizing, "It has to be candy made by Brother himself."

"Alright," Xu Xi replied with a smile.

He reached out and patted Xu Moli's head.

Preparing wheat.

Sprinkling water and waiting for it to sprout.

Boiling syrup.

As the gentle breeze caressed the leaves, causing them to tremble, Xu Xi busied himself while Xu Moli helped out.

Sometimes, she would sit obediently, waiting for Xu Xi to cut the candy into pieces for her.

The malt candy, with its light brown exterior, carried a distinctive aroma—a sweetness that lingered in the air, gradually enveloping the senses.

"Brother's candy is always the best."

It seemed Xu Moli's palate had become spoiled.

Now, she preferred Xu Xi's handmade candies over the ones sold in stores.

She told Xu Xi that the malt candy melted in her mouth instantly, its sweetness lingering on her tongue for a long time, making it especially delightful.

"I really..."

"Really, really."

"Really love Brother's candy~~"

Dressed in a pale yellow chiffon dress, Xu Moli beamed with joy.

"Then I'll make more for you in the future," Xu Xi said as he extended a finger to wipe away a tiny speck of candy from the corner of her mouth.

In the real world, Xu Xi had access to extraordinary powers.

If he wished, he could create candy in an instant.

But Xu Xi chose not to do so. When he said he would "make more," he meant using ordinary, human methods—spending more time and effort so his sister could enjoy it to her heart's content.

"No."

"What if Brother gets tired?"

Moments ago, Xu Moli had been eager for more candy, but now she firmly refused.

Compared to the sweetness of candy, she was even more unwilling to see Xu Xi worn out.

Meanwhile, the witch had her own pursuits, though she wasn't particularly fond of candy.

"Teacher, I caught a dragon."

"Let me go! Let me go! I am the great holy dragon, Sinlei Abubutailun!"

The dragon struggled in terror.

But no matter how much it thrashed about, its tail could not escape the witch's grasp.

"Krisha, where did you catch this?" Xu Xi asked in astonishment, staring at the platinum dragon before him—it was unmistakably the one from the fantasy world.

Logically speaking, the five supreme beings had ceased their interference with Earth.

There shouldn't be any new creatures from other realms appearing here.

"Traitor! A despicable dragon traitor!!"

At that moment, the platinum dragon itself provided the answer.

In a voice filled with rage and grievance, it cursed an unknown red dragon, claiming that it was due to the red dragon's deceit that it had ventured to Earth in search of treasure.

Little did it know, no treasure awaited it here.

It was the Supreme God who wanted to extract dragon blood.

"So that's how it is," Xu Xi suddenly understood, then looked warmly at the dragon. "Since you're already here, why not..."

Afterward.

The platinum dragon trembled as it flew away.

It had received the Supreme God's pardon and managed to escape with its life.

"Teacher, the new dragon blood grass has been planted."

The garden was flourishing, with branches and leaves intertwined.

Clusters of crimson dragon blood grass swayed in the breeze, resembling small waves, faintly glowing with a layer of platinum light.

Due to the arduous effort required to plant the dragon blood grass...

The witch, as soon as she finished her work...

Collapsed into Xu Xi's arms, exhausted.

Xu Xi gazed at the courtyard, at the flowers and grass, at the gentle spring sunlight, and at Krisha, who was restlessly nestled in his embrace.

A smile unknowingly appeared on his face.

"What... are you smiling about?" the witch asked, puzzled.

"I'm smiling because Krisha is too adorable," Xu Xi replied.

The princess rarely needed Xu Xi's assistance.

She was independent and self-reliant.

Even if Xu Xi wasn't around, she could walk the entire path on her own.

Yes, that's how she was supposed to be.

"Ah, sir, I think I sprained my ankle."

"Sir, could you massage it for me~~"

"Oh, and sir, the weather is so hot today. Why don't we go to the mall, buy some ice cream, watch a movie, have lunch, and maybe sing a song or two?"

The lively and energetic young lady...

Always managed to come up with all sorts of peculiar reasons...

Grabbing Xu Xi's arm and dragging him outside the courtyard.

Xu Xi didn't refuse. He simply smiled, letting Wu Yingxue pull him along to all sorts of places.

After a whole day had passed...

When the princess had her fill of fun...

Xu Xi finally raised his fingers and gently flicked her smooth forehead.

"Sir, that hurts~~~"

"Wu Yingxue, lying is not the right thing to do."

Xu Xi paused for a moment. "In the future, if there's something you want to do, just tell me directly. You don't need to make excuses."

"... I understand."

Covering her forehead...

The princess revealed an awkward yet polite smile.

The loyal mechanical servant followed these principles:

"First, the automaton must obey Xu Xi."

"Second, the automaton must not harm Xu Xi."

"Third, the automaton must protect Xu Xi."

These were the rules the mechanical servant had always strictly adhered to, but now, she had created a new rule of her own.

【Luminous Cooking】.

She must create dishes that glow.

To achieve this goal, Ailei spent long hours in the kitchen and asked Xu Xi to guide her.

The process was far from smooth.

One could even call it torturous.

No matter how many times she tried, Ailei always felt she was missing something.

So...

Feeling dejected, she buried her head in Xu Xi's chest, absorbing her master's energy to rejuvenate herself.

"Ailei, do I really have some kind of 'master energy' on me?"

"Yes, Master."

Ailei declared with absolute certainty.

She adjusted her position in Xu Xi's arms to make herself more comfortable.

"Master energy replenished. Ailei rebooting."

After lying there for about ten minutes...

The mechanical servant stood up again, her expression serious. She gripped a spatula in each hand, and amidst the flames and the tumbling rice, she cooked a plate of fried rice.

This time, there was a faint golden glow flickering.

Though fleeting...

It was hazy and indistinct.

Yet Ailei still managed to catch it, and she leapt into Xu Xi's arms, eager to share the good news with him.

"Ailei, you did wonderfully," Xu Xi praised the delighted android.

At the same time, he was a bit puzzled: "But, why are you holding me so tightly?"

"According to the data, close physical contact allows one to share their good fortune with others," Ailei explained earnestly, "I'm transferring my successful luck into the master's body."

It was logical and well-reasoned.

The android triumphed.

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