【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…】
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
