【You have completed a full simulation】
【Your life was like a brilliant shooting star—brief but leaving a bright enough mark】
【You were a Sanctuary Magus proficient in multiple elements, possessing unparalleled mastery in the field of elemental magic. You were a true Elemental Master】
【You were skilled in communicating with dragons, one of the rare few revered by the dragon race】
【You had profound insights and exquisite skills in multiple fields, making you the most erudite mortal in the world】
【You successfully raised the witch to adulthood, teaching her to become an independent individual. You passed away peacefully under her watchful gaze, with no regrets in your heart】
【Simulation ended, compiling highlights】
【Calculating simulation evaluation…】
【Generating simulation rewards…】
“Am I back?”
Blinking once.
The scene before him shifted silently, transitioning from the architectural style of the magical world to the reality of the modern world. Xu Xi found himself sitting on the living room sofa.
A faint buzzing filled his head but quickly subsided. The vitality of his youthful body surged through him once more.
“No wonder so many emperors throughout history sought to regain their youth.”
“The taste of aging…”
“It’s truly unpleasant.”
Clenching his fist slightly, feeling the strength coursing through his body, Xu Xi let out a sigh.
In the magical world, he had clearly felt his body deteriorating day by day, watching himself weaken to the point where even walking became exhausting.
That feeling.
Xu Xi truly didn’t want to experience it again.
“I wonder how Krisha is doing now that the simulation has ended,” Xu Xi leaned back, his body sinking into the sofa.
He waited for the simulator to finish its calculations.
Xu Xi was worried.
After his death, would the weak, pitiful, and helpless witch be discovered by the gods in the sky, forcing her back into a life of desperate flight?
In the quiet house, Xu Xi’s thoughts were chaotic, eventually dissolving into a soft sigh.
…………
Silence.
A silence so profound it was almost surreal.
In the courtyard, inside the house, by the bedside.
Everything and everyone was enveloped in absolute stillness.
No, there was still a sound—the sound of tears falling, a tangible manifestation of despair, heavy with sorrow as they struck the ground.
It hurts…
Her heart ached…
The witch sat by the bedside, her eyes vacant and lifeless, clutching the cold, aged hand in her own, trying to warm it with her own body heat.
But it was useless, utterly futile.
The once-warm sun had lost its warmth.
The light that had brought salvation would never shine again.
His voice, his appearance, everything about him had faded into darkness, dragging the witch down into an endless abyss.
“Mentor, you lied to me…”
“The power of love isn’t infinite…”
Krisha whispered softly.
Hot tears streamed down her face, wetting her cheeks before falling onto the cold, lifeless hand.
She loved him.
Deeply.
Eternally.
But that overwhelming love, which consumed her entire being, hadn’t granted her the power to save him. She could only watch helplessly as Xu Xi passed away silently before her eyes.
All that remained was the immortal monster, sitting perfectly intact in the same spot.
Her hands trembled.
Filled with regret for her own powerlessness.
Unable to catch the falling, withering flower.
It hurt, it truly hurt, so much that her entire being cried out in anguish, hating her own weakness and insignificance.
“Mentor…”
“I will wait for you, until we meet again.”
Krisha could no longer bear the grief in her heart.
“Ah, ah… ah…” she sobbed hoarsely, her fingers clutching her despairing face, wanting to cry out loud, but her throat was too dry to produce any sound.
Only the crystalline tears continued to fall.
Forming tiny pools of light on the floor.
Gradually, as the witch’s hoarse cries echoed, the faint blank space in the center of her black-and-gold eyes began to shift and distort.
A sinister red hue emerged.
The color of blood.
The color of the heart.
The color of love.
The witch’s eyes completed their transformation, now displaying a phantom-like tricolor of black, red, and gold. An invisible, mysterious power surged within her, breaking her shackles. In an instant, she ascended from a Sanctuary Magus to a demigod.
The elements drew near, the world bent to her will, and all things bowed in goodwill.
In stark contrast to the witch was Xu Xi’s lifeless, aged body.
A gentle breeze moaned.
The body disintegrated into fine, invisible dust, crumbling before the witch’s eyes, taking with it the last remnants of hope, the last anchor.
The frail mortal body, having endured years of pressure from Sanctuary-level spiritual energy, had long since decayed beyond recognition.
Now.
It finally met its natural end.
“Mentor…” the witch murmured softly, sitting still, as if detached from the world.
Her heart was nearly dead.
But she decided to wait, as an immortal monster, to wait and search until she could meet Xu Xi again.
Until then…
“Mentor’s instructions,” Krisha muttered to herself.
She remembered the many things Xu Xi had entrusted to her before, all arrangements made for her sake.
Perhaps they would be useful, perhaps not, but the witch didn’t care. She only wanted to gather and preserve every trace of him.
The magic circle in the meditation room…
The dragonblood grass in the courtyard…
The collections in the bedroom cabinet…
The materials in the study…
The witch moved like a puppet, devoid of any extraneous thoughts, mechanically carrying out Xu Xi’s instructions one by one.
Upon entering the study, the first thing that caught her eye was a thick stack of manuscripts on the desk.
Most of them contained magic spells created by Xu Xi, as well as research on how to ascend to godhood.
Krisha gathered and organized them, about to leave when she suddenly noticed a small corner of paper protruding from the inner wall of the study, buried deep among the books.
“What’s that…”
The witch was puzzled. What kind of document would Xu Xi have hidden so deeply?
She raised her hand slightly, and an invisible spiritual force pulled out the protruding corner, extracting a few thin sheets of paper that floated before her eyes.
The handwriting was familiar.
It was undoubtedly her mentor’s, Xu Xi’s own writing.
【Failed again. The divine blockade is truly difficult to break through】
【Sigh, if only I could be like Krisha, possessing the ability to ignore the blockade】
……
【Tried again this year, failed as expected】
【My body is growing older. Even if I could break through the blockade, I wouldn’t be able to ignite the divine flame. I have to give up】
……
【Godhood, such a distant concept】
【I’m no longer capable. My body has been growing more lethargic lately. My time is running out. I must pave the way for Krisha’s future】
【This is the last thing I can do…】
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
'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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
