1: I won the resurrection match
[First Simulation Ended]
[Evaluating Simulation Results]
[This simulation lasted two and a half years]
[Starting with nothing, amidst rising turmoil, you responded to the uprising alone. Within two years, you commanded thirty thousand troops. Under Tianyang City, you led from the front, striking down the enemy general, striking fear into all hearts.]
[After becoming king, the situation was excellent. Unexpectedly, your bedmate turned against you, and you died in your sleep.]
[A great man born in his time, yet his ambitions unfulfilled. What a pity, what a sorrow!]
[Calculating simulation evaluation...]
“Phew…” Meng Yun suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for air.
Beside the pristine white hospital bed, the electrocardiogram, which had just flattened into a straight line, once again pulsed vigorously.
Meng Yun instinctively touched his neck, his wide eyes instantly returning to normal.
Good thing, the throat-slitting was fake!
The next moment, Meng Yun suddenly looked at his hands in disbelief:
His hands… could move freely now?
He… could move?
It turned out everything just now wasn't a dream; he had indeed awakened the Simulator system.
It turned out what the Simulator said, that he could extend his life after the first simulation, wasn't false!
“So this is… where there’s a will, there’s a way…” Meng Yun lay on the bed, chuckling self-deprecatingly.
He was in a grand era at the dawn of spiritual qi recovery. In this great age of cultivation, flying on swords and ascending to heaven in broad daylight were not mere fantasies.
But unfortunately, Meng Yun was not one of these fortunate cultivators; instead, he was an innocent victim of a powerful cultivator's battle.
A streak of sword light swept across the sky, and Meng Yun lost consciousness. When he awoke again, he was already lying in a hospital bed, a penetrating chest wound threatening to claim his life at any moment.
Meng Yun was an orphan. Aside from the meager compensation he could legally receive under the “Provisional Regulations for the Protection of Mortals,” he could only lie in bed and wait for death.
In the era of spiritual qi recovery, treating a penetrating chest wound was a trivial matter; any first-tier Spirit Healing Pill could cure it.
It was just that one pill cost hundreds of thousands, and Meng Yun simply had no money.
What, you think it's expensive? A pill that can bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh from bones, only selling for hundreds of thousands, and you still think it's expensive?
Meng Yun merely sneered; the poor didn't deserve to live.
In this great era, the lives of ordinary poor people were as cheap as grass.
After his injury, he could only receive the minimum treatment, waiting for death alone.
Finally, three days later, he met Death.
In his dying moments, a light appeared before Meng Yun's eyes, warm and not dazzling. This made Meng Yun, who was already cold, numb, and feeling as if he had fallen into an abyss, instinctively want to grasp it.
Even an ant clings to life, let alone a human.
[Congratulations, Host, you have awakened the Universal Salvation Simulator System. Do you wish to bind?]
No response.
[Congratulations, Host, the system defaults that you unconditionally accept allUnfair Terms (overlord clauses) and will conduct your first random simulation in ten seconds. All rewards from this simulation will be converted into equivalent lifespan.]
[Universal coordinates confirmed]
[Simulation starting]
...
Meng Yun felt as if he had a dream.
When he awoke again, the Simulator's voice was already in his ears:
[This simulation was rated C, unlocking three achievements.]
[Achievement One, Unfulfilled Ambition (Green)]: You possessed superhuman strength and unmatched bravery, but your wisdom was lacking, and you fell victim to a villain's machinations, slain by your bedmate. You had the ambition to save the world, what a pity, what a sorrow!
[Achievement Two: Same Bed, Different Dreams (Green)]: You rescued a woman from the chaos, and you two fell in love, vowing to be together forever. But you neglected her, and ultimately fell victim to a villain's harm. What a good match it was, a dragon and phoenix soaring together, alas!
[Achievement Three: Starting with Nothing (Blue)]: You had nothing, yet in two years, you established yourself as a formidable force, a powerful figure of your time!
[Simulation rewards have been settled and automatically converted to lifespan. After offsetting the fatal injury, your remaining lifespan is: half an hour.]
Meng Yun, who was in tears, thought: ?
Are you playing with me?
He just regained the ability to move freely, and now he's told he can only last for half an hour?
Then what's the use of this broken Simulator system?
And Universal Salvation? Meng Yun couldn't even save himself.
After a brief moment of distraction, Meng Yun quickly investigated the Simulator. He didn't believe that a system would appear at this moment just to tease him.
With a thought, the Simulator interface appeared before his eyes, visible only to him.
He was extremely familiar with his own name and introduction, so Meng Yun skipped directly past them. Only the lifespan section, with its rapidly counting down 28 minutes, made his pupils sharply contract.
Urging himself to look further down, Meng Yun finally saw what he had hoped for.
[Remaining simulation attempts: 1]
[New simulation attempt countdown: 999 days (rechargeable, the system reserves the right of final interpretation for recharge terms)]
After the previous simulation, Meng Yun had already understood that when the simulation was in progress, his time in reality was static.
Otherwise, after two and a half years of simulation, he'd come back to find the grass on his grave two meters high.
Looking at the remaining 26 minutes on the panel, Meng Yun's heart sank, and he mentally uttered a command:
“Simulate.”
[Detecting simulation request, confirm?]
“Yes.”
[Do you wish to save the last simulation record and generate a universal anchor point?]
“Uh, what does that mean?”
[Stupid Host, if saved, the current simulation result cannot be modified. Subsequent simulations, if causally linked, will be deduced based on this. If not saved, the last simulation content will be erased.]
Meng Yun pondered for a moment: “Do not save.”
Killed by his own wife after two and a half years, what's good about saving that broken result?
[About to erase the last simulation result, are you sure?]
“Confirm.”
[The last simulation result has been erased for you. No universal medium detected, a random anchor point will be drawn for you, but you can prioritize selecting the previous anchor point for a re-simulation.]
[Friendly reminder, the same anchor point can be re-simulated a maximum of three times.]
Meng Yun recalled his memories, confirming that the many details of the first simulation were clear in his mind.
With a plan in mind, he quickly said, “I choose the last script, re-simulate.”
“Confirm!”
[...]
[Starting simulation, countdown]
[Three]
[Two]
[One]
Consistent with the feeling just now, Meng Yun felt his consciousness detach from his body, enter a higher dimension, and after a brief sensation of weightlessness, return to his body.
When he opened his eyes again, the scene had changed.
[It seems something went wrong. You found that you arrived ten years earlier than the last simulation. This year, you are only nine years old, but this did not affect you.]
[In the twilight years of the dynasty, rebellions erupted, and the common people suffered greatly. You blended in with the beggar children, silently assessing the situation and accumulating strength.]
[Although there were still ten years until the world descended into chaos, you still felt that time was of the essence. With your unmatched wisdom, in just a few months, you had become the undisputed leader of the children in the shadows of Huangsha Town.]
[One day, half a year later, you felt something and activated the Qimen Dunjia secret technique for the first time. The divination revealed that both fortune and misfortune would come from the East.]
[After weighing the pros and cons, you made a decisive move and set off eastward that very day. Soon after, you encountered the imperial procession. Someone said that was the current Little Princess, incredibly noble, above a myriad of people.]
[Amidst the crowd, you inadvertently caught a glimpse of the phoenix-like countenance within the imperial carriage.]
Meng Yun, dressed in coarse old clothes, was lost in the crowd, gazing at the arrogant princess's face, as if struck by lightning.
It was her. Even ten years younger, he could tell it was her.
Meng Yun's first wife in the initial simulation, the ruthless person who killed him in his sleep.
Xia Yao.
[You were puzzled, and your intuition told you to escape.]
[You frowned, shielding everyone in front of you.]
“You over there, stop.”
Wu Yinyao's ethereal, childish voice was full of majesty.