176: Chapter 176 Six Simulations, Peeking into the Heavenly Secrets

Chu Sheng lay on the roof, staring at the simulator panel without blinking.

The sixth simulation was about to begin, and he had to make sure his preparations were complete.

The prize pool was still Level 3, and he still had five trait slots; this configuration was starting to look a bit insufficient for the sixth simulation.

He took a deep breath and opened the prize pool upgrade interface.

[Current Prize Pool Level: Lv.3 → Lv.4, Upgrade Cost: 2,000 simulation points.]

[Confirm upgrade?]

Chu Sheng's finger hovered over the "Confirm" button. He hesitated for a moment before tapping it firmly.

Two thousand points vanished, and the balance on the panel jumped from over seven thousand to over five thousand.

He winced in pain at the loss, but when he saw the probabilities for the Lv.4 prize pool, that sting was instantly diluted.

[Lv.4 Prize Pool Probabilities: White (Common): 3%, Green (Rare): 30%, Blue (Excellent): 40%, Purple (Epic): 20%, Gold (Legendary): 5%, Red (Collector's): 1%, Rainbow (Supreme): 0.01%.]

White was down to only three percent.

This meant he would almost never pull those garbage blank-slate white traits again.

The combined probability for Green, Blue, and Purple was ninety percent; even a minimum guarantee wouldn't be a loss.

Gold was at five percent, and Red Collector's was at one percent—he finally had hope of reaching that threshold.

Chu Sheng stared at the bottom row, Rainbow Supreme, for a long time.

Zero point zero one percent—one in ten thousand.

Theoretically, he could get one in ten thousand pulls, but where would he get that many simulation points?

Still, having the chance was better than nothing. What if he was possessed by the Emperor of Luck?

He closed the prize pool panel and opened the trait slot expansion.

[Current Trait Slots: 5 → 6, Expansion Cost: 3,000 simulation points.]

Chu Sheng's mouth twitched.

Three thousand points—even more expensive than upgrading the prize pool.

If he spent these three thousand, he'd only have two thousand left, falling straight from wealthy to middle-class.

"What a rip-off shop," he cursed.

The simulator ignored him.

"Sigh, but three thousand points for a slot isn't a loss. One more trait means one more life."

Chu Sheng gritted his teeth and clicked confirm.

Three thousand points evaporated.

"Alright, now it's time to pull traits."

Chu Sheng took a deep breath and rubbed his hands together.

Pulling traits was the most nerve-wracking and anticipated moment before every simulation. It was like opening a blind box, scratching a lottery ticket, or gambling.

No, it *was* gambling.

He placed his hand on the simulator's pull button, silently chanted "Emperor of Luck, possess me," and pressed down.

A flash of light appeared.

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a Gold Legendary Trait: Heavenly Secret Calculation (Gold).]

Chu Sheng froze for a moment, then suddenly sat bolt upright, nearly rolling off the roof.

A gold on the first pull?

What kind of luck was this?

He rubbed his eyes to confirm he hadn't misread it.

[Heavenly Secret Divination (Gold): You can spend lifespan (varying from 1 to 5 years) to draw lots and divine the Fortune or Misfortune of an event. The results are: Great Misfortune, Misfortune, Neutral, Fortune, and Great Fortune.]

[Note: When the outcome is unclear, it may show as 'Neutral'; a clear guidance is not guaranteed every time.]

Chu Sheng stared at this trait, his mind racing through several scenarios.

Sacrificing longevity.

Trading lifespan for divination results.

He certainly wouldn't use this in reality. Although a Cultivator at the Sea Opening stage could live for several hundred years, lifespan was something that once spent, was gone forever; he couldn't bear to waste it.

But in a simulation, it was a different story.

Aside from the first time, when had he ever lived to die of old age in a simulation?

Which time had he not been beaten to death prematurely?

In the fifth simulation, he was swallowed whole by Pride; in the fourth, he was strangled by Xia Nihuang; the third and second weren't even worth mentioning.

In every simulation, his lifespan was like spilled water—unrecoverable and utterly wasted.

Strangely, he lived longer when he was a minor Cultivator; once his Realm improved, he was prone to all sorts of sudden, violent deaths.

Logically speaking...

The longer he lived, the higher his Realm.

The higher his Realm, the faster he died.

So, the longer he lived, the faster he died?

Chu Sheng simply stopped thinking about it.

But now, he could put that wasted lifespan to use.

Since simulation lifespan was a waste if not used anyway, trading it for divination results was pure profit.

Back when he was a minor Cultivator, he enjoyed taking potent medicines regardless of side effects.

Now that he had several centuries of lifespan, he didn't care about consuming a year or two.

"This trait is great."

Chu Sheng muttered to himself, his lips curling upward.

"Lifespan in the simulation is free; I can use it however I want. Avoid Great Misfortune, charge into Great Fortune, bypass Misfortune, and try my luck with Fortune. It's basically an extra life-saving talisman."

However, this could only calculate luck, not specific details.

And when the result was unclear, it might show 'Neutral,' which was a waste of a calculation.

Still, it was better than nothing.

Chu Sheng tucked this gold trait into his reserve slots.

His sixth slot was currently empty, and he planned to configure everything once he finished pulling traits.

He'd keep a few candidates in the reserve slots and adjust them based on the actual situation of the simulation.

With a gold on the first pull, Chu Sheng's confidence soared.

He felt his luck was good today; maybe he could even snag a Red Collector's trait.

He placed his hand on the pull button, took a deep breath, and began clicking frantically.

Second five-pull: Blue, Blue, Purple, Green, Blue.

Chu Sheng glanced over it; the purple was [Medicinal Pill Affinity (Purple)], which significantly boosted the effects of consuming pills.

In the past, he would have been happy for half a day, but now he just gave a faint nod and stored it in his trait library, not even bothering with a reserve slot.

Purple was just okay now.

Third five-pull.

Purple, Blue, Blue, Purple, Blue.

Two purples, three blues.

Chu Sheng swiped past them without a change in expression, already thinking about the next pull.

Fourth pull: Green, Green, Blue, Purple, Blue.

Chu Sheng's brow furrowed slightly.

Several pulls in and no gold in sight, let alone red.

His balance was dropping rapidly; he had already spent two hundred points.

Fifth pull: Purple, Blue, Green, White, Purple.

Even a white had popped up; Chu Sheng's face darkened slightly.

Sixth pull: Blue, Purple, Blue, Blue, Purple.

Seventh pull: Purple, Blue, Purple, Blue, Blue.

Chu Sheng fell silent.

The probability for a Red Collector's trait in the Lv.4 prize pool was one percent—not the hopeless one-in-ten-thousand of the Rainbow tier. One percent meant that, theoretically, one should appear every hundred pulls.

What if the next one was it?

"Again."

He spent another fifty points.

Eighth five-pull.

Light flashed, and five cards emerged.

Chu Sheng's gaze swept from the first card to the fourth.

Purple, Blue, Purple, Blue—all old faces.

He sighed and looked at the fifth card.

Then, his entire body froze.

The color of that card wasn't purple, wasn't blue, and wasn't even gold.

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a Red Collector's Trait!]

Chu Sheng's heart rate suddenly accelerated, thumping like a drum.

A Red Collector's trait, a one percent chance—he had actually hit it.

His hands were shaking, not from cold, but from excitement. He was already calculating what this trait could bring him.

Was it combat-oriented? Cultivation-oriented? Or something that changed the rules of the game like 'Many Children, Many Blessings'?

The light gradually faded, and the name of the trait slowly emerged.

Chu Sheng held his breath, staring at the panel without blinking.

The characters took shape from the red glow, stroke by stroke, as if carved into stone with a knife.

Chu Sheng saw it clearly.

Chu Sheng stared at those words, and his lips slowly curled up.

It wasn't a smile, but an indescribable expression.

In the sixth simulation, he was going to do something big.

How big?

So big that even Pride would have to call him 'Daddy'.