[You choose Option 1.]
[In the dark and damp cave, you grope your way forward.]
[At first, it is extremely narrow, barely allowing a person to pass. After walking a few thousand steps, the view suddenly opens up.]
[Bright light shines ahead. You have walked out of this natural tunnel between the two mountains.]
[After getting your bearings, you continue toward Baiyun County Town.]
[The next day, you arrive at Baiyun County Town.]
[You see a convoy of officials on the street. The prison cart holds the bandit leaders, Xu Hu and Xu Linglong.]
[They are heavily injured and on the verge of death.]
[The bandit minions are already corpses left in the wilderness; they didn't even qualify to be brought back for interrogation.]
[You do not look for long and quietly retreat into the crowd.]
[You escorted your third sister during her wedding procession, so you still remember the location of her home in the county town.]
["Why is it sealed?"]
[Your third sister's small courtyard has been sealed with white paper strips reading: Sealed by the Baiyun County Yamen, Baling Commandery, Qingzhou, Great Qian.]
[You peer over the wall and see that the inside has long been emptied, leaving only fallen leaves on the ground.]
[You find a nearby neighbor and ask around.]
["You mean Shen Qingshan? Oh my, that homicidal maniac killed ten households in a single night. He was beheaded at the vegetable market last month. The Magistrate sentenced his nine generations to exile. How are you related to him?"]
["I... I don't think I count as part of his nine generations..."]
Chen Yi: "?"
What is going on??
How did Shen Qingshan become a murderer?
Chen Yi remembers this brother-in-law as a man of dignified appearance, righteousness, and extraordinary bearing.
Moreover, he was an official, a demon slayer of the county's Demon Slaying Division.
There must be some injustice, right?
"So, Third Sister has been exiled?"
According to the simulation timeline, Shen Qingshan is beheaded a year later.
I don't know if the crime has happened yet in reality.
"She's the only relative I have left; I can't just ignore this..."
Unfortunately, right now, he can only worry in vain.
Chen Yi can hardly protect himself and doesn't know when he can escape the Black Stone Gang's control.
[You do not know how the Great Qian calculates the nine generations.]
[To be safe, you give yourself a new name: Chen Dong.]
[To make a living, you become a waiter at the Yuelai Inn in the county town.]
[The Proprietress is a widow. She is kind-hearted and takes good care of workers like you. Food is plentiful, and she doesn't criticize or make things difficult during daily work.]
[However, some guests will beat or scold low-level mortals like you at the slightest disagreement.]
[Especially certain martial artists who feel superior and do not regard ordinary people as human.]
[Year 3, Age 20.]
[Beginning Trait Extraction...]
[Extraction Successful!]
["Husband Material" (White): You inadvertently exude the aura of a married man. Appeal to women is slightly increased.]
[Do you wish to adjust traits?]
[Yes/No]
[You replaced "Ji Ni Tai Mei" with "Husband Material".]
[A martial artist causes a scene at Yuelai Inn because the tofu pudding is salty.]
[He breaks your arm. While you are shirtless, the warm-hearted Proprietress helps you bandage your wounds.]
["Ah Dong, don't hold a grudge. Ordinary people like us have to keep our heads down in front of martial artists. Just being alive is a blessing from our ancestors."]
[You say indignantly.]
["Hmph! Don't bully the young for being poor. I, Chen Dong, will sooner or later reach the peak of martial arts and grind the Great Dao to dust!"]
[The Proprietress playfully slaps you.]
["You can't even find a wife, yet you talk about that..."]
[The two of you look at each other. Somehow, perhaps "Husband Material" is taking effect, you catch each other's eye and feel the heat and urgency in each other's gaze.]
[That night, disregarding your injury, you and the Proprietress ignite like dry wood and raging fire, burning passionately.]
[Later, you marry the Proprietress and transform into the owner of Yuelai Inn.]
[Your life suddenly changes from the bottom of society to the gentry class.]
[Sure enough, eating soft rice is the only way to avoid detours!]
"Who says White traits are useless? I'm the first to disagree! I wonder what the Proprietress looks like..."
Chen Yi thinks happily.
The simulation continues, deducing year by year.
Suddenly, Chen Yi's eyes light up.
In the simulation text of white characters on a black background, a splash of green suddenly appears!
It's not that he turned green—meaning he was cuckolded.
It is his trait that turned green!
[Year 10, Age 27.]
(Liuzi won't write out the useless traits, it's not that he didn't draw them~)
[Married for many years, you and the Proprietress remain affectionate. You treat each other with respect during the day and are passionate at night.]
[Relying on a bit of management and scientific knowledge from a modern person, you and the Proprietress run the inn prosperously.]
[Unfortunately, as low-level mortals, there are some things you can only passively endure.]
[Such as theft, looting, martial artists dining and dashing, and the government's exorbitant taxes, etc.]
[However, compared to most mortals, your life is already much better.]
[The only regret is that you have difficulty having children.]
[The Proprietress often mutters that it would be good to have a child.]
[Whenever she has free time, she sits there doing needlework, hugging the tiger-head shoes she stitched one by one, lost in a daze.]
[You comfort her, saying that these things depend on fate, and having children requires destiny.]
[Year 11, Age 28.]
[Beginning Trait Extraction...]
[Extraction Successful!]
["Luckier with Age" (Green): Starting from age sixty, you are guaranteed to obtain a Rare trait every ten years when drawing traits. Additionally, during that draw, the probability of obtaining traits above Rare quality is slightly increased.]
[Do you wish to adjust traits?]
[Yes/No]
After seeing white for so many years, it's finally green!
However, calculating the probability, this draw is extremely lucky, considering the chance for a Rare trait is currently only 0.9%.
"I can wait until I'm sixty to equip this trait. A guaranteed Rare isn't bad."
In the following simulation.
Chen Yi sees how difficult his life as a mortal is in a world where martial artists run rampant, demons cause disasters, and wars rage for years.
His later life is comparable to Fugui in "To Live," full of hardships and bitter tears.
[Year 13, Age 30.]
[In this year, you and the Proprietress finally conceive a child.]
[The Proprietress weeps with joy, and you are happy for her too.]
[Year 14, Age 31.]
[It is a boy.]
[Yuelai Inn hosts a running banquet for three days, inviting all the townspeople.]
["Father of my child, you are being too extravagant. Although we have earned some money over the years, there are always many risks."]
["Hahaha! Rather than letting thieves steal it or the Magistrate take it away under various pretexts, I'd rather spend it on happiness! Besides, Chen Dong's son is born; how can I not announce it to the whole city?"]
["Ah Dong, you're getting carried away again. We are just mortals."]
["Don't bully the middle-aged for being poor. I, Chen Dong, am definitely not a mere creature of the pond!"]
[Year 16, Age 33.]
[Your second child, a daughter, is born.]
[You once again host a running banquet for three days.]
[Year 20, Age 37.]
[You have both a son and a daughter, own property, and live a substantial life.]
[Gradually, you nearly forgot that you were inside a simulation, feeling only that everything was so real, so blissful.]
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
