1: Chapter 1 Mythological Terms! Life Simulator!

Slap!

With a crisp sound, Tang Xun's head buzzed from the slap.

Half of his cheek went numb at first, followed immediately by a burning, stinging pain.

A metallic taste of blood instantly filled his mouth.

"Useless trash, I'm talking to you! Are you playing dead?"

A shrill, caustic voice exploded in his ear, filled with impatience.

Tang Xun shook his head.

His vision cleared from its blurred state.

Wang Hao's distorted face came into view.

A Azure Cloud Sect Outer Sect Disciple, at the third layer of Qi Refining.

He was also the bully who had spent years acting like a tyrant over these Utility Disciples.

"Senior Brother Wang... this month's Fasting Pills are all here."

Tang Xun suppressed the metallic tang in his throat and pulled a shriveled small cloth bag from his robes, handing it over.

The bag contained only three grey Medicinal Pills the size of pigeon eggs.

They were what he had managed to save by skimping on his own meals this month.

Wang Hao snatched the bag and weighed it in his hand.

His face immediately darkened.

Without a second thought, he delivered another backhanded slap!

Slap!

"Three? Are you fucking treating me like a beggar?!"

Wang Hao grabbed Tang Xun by the collar.

He hoisted Tang Xun's thin frame up like a small chick.

Spittle sprayed all over Tang Xun's face.

"I heard that you spent a month feeding Fire-Feather Chickens for the Alchemy Hall Deacon. The rewards must have been plenty, right?"

"Hmm? Where are you hiding them? Trying to keep it all for yourself?"

"Believe it or not, I'll tear your bones apart today!"

Tang Xun's face instantly flushed red.

He stared at Wang Hao's greedy face.

The string in his heart named 'patience' was finally on the verge of snapping in his eighteenth year since Transmigration.

Eighteen years.

He was still a Mortal without a Spiritual Root, unable to Cultivate.

In this world of cultivation where the strong prey on the weak,

Mortals had to watch others' expressions just to stay alive.

He had brought a Golden Finger with him when he transmigrated... although this Golden Finger wasn't much better than having nothing at all.

With a thought from Tang Xun,

A panel that only he could see emerged before his eyes.

[Name: Tang Xun]

[Spiritual Root: None]

[Realm: None]

[Cultivation Technique: None]

[Equipped Entries (3/3): Full of Energy (White), Greased Soles (White), High Sleep Quality (White)]

[Unequipped Entries (14): Large Appetite (White), Loves Spinach (White), Empty Head (White)...]

[Entry Draw Probability: White Common 99%, Green Rare 0.9%, Purple Epic 0.089%, Gold Legendary 0.01%, Prismatic Mythic 0.001%]

This was his Entry Draw System.

A Golden Finger on par with the trashiest, most predatory web games in history.

He could only draw once a year.

And all he ever got were white-tier entries that were the equivalent of 'Thank you for playing.'

In the past seventeen years, he had drawn seventeen times.

Every single one was white.

[Full of Energy (White)]: You don't get tired as easily when working.

[Greased Soles (White)]: You're a tiny bit faster when running away.

[High Sleep Quality (White)]: You fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow.

Aside from making him a 'Super Menial Worker' who ran faster, could endure more labor, ate more, and slept better,

These entries were useless.

He wanted entries that allowed him to Cultivate, not these life-skill abilities, damn it!

"Senior Brother Wang... there's... there's really no more..."

Tang Xun felt the air in his lungs dwindling.

"You're looking for death!"

A murderous glint flashed in Wang Hao's eyes.

His clenched fist shimmered with a faint spiritual light.

He aimed right for Tang Xun's Dantian to strike down.

Just then, a commotion arose in the nearby crowd.

Wang Hao's movements froze.

He turned his head in annoyance.

A young woman wearing a moon-white dress was walking over from not far away.

The moment she appeared, the surroundings instantly fell silent.

The Utility Disciples watching the scene all lowered their heads, even their breathing becoming light.

Su Qinghan, Ninth Layer of Qi Refining.

The universally recognized number one Genius of the Outer Sect.

She was also the goddess in the hearts of countless Outer Sect Disciples.

Wang Hao's arrogant Aura instantly extinguished.

His face piled with a fawning smile as he quickly let go of Tang Xun and bowed slightly: "Senior Sister Su."

Tang Xun fell to the ground, coughing heart-wrenchingly.

He looked up and happened to meet Su Qinghan's gaze as she looked over.

That gaze lingered on him for less than a second.

It was like a person glancing at a stone on the side of the road while walking.

Then, she looked away without a ripple of emotion and walked straight past.

There was no pity.

No curiosity.

Not even disgust.

It was pure, total indifference.

As if he weren't a living human being, but merely a meaningless puff of air.

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky today, kid!"

Seeing Su Qinghan walk away, Wang Hao didn't dare to continue causing trouble.

But his anger had nowhere to go.

He delivered a kick to Tang Xun's body.

He slammed the cloth bag containing the three pills hard against Tang Xun's face.

"Unlucky piece of trash! Figure out this month's tribute yourself!"

"If you can't hand over something that satisfies me next time, I'll make you lie in bed for a month!"

After speaking, he spat and walked away grumbling curses.

The crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed as well.

No one came forward to offer a hand.

Everyone had long since grown accustomed to such things.

Tang Xun lay on the cold ground, motionless.

After a long while, he slowly crawled back up.

He picked up the cloth bag from the ground.

He brushed the dirt off his clothes.

Limping, he moved back to his dilapidated and tiny woodshed.

Bang!

The door closed, isolating everything outside.

Tang Xun leaned against the door, his body sliding down to the floor.

The pain in his face and body couldn't compare to the stifling sense of grievance in his heart.

Why?

Just because others had Spiritual Roots and he didn't?

What kind of bullshit logic was this!

Tang Xun's chest heaved violently, his eyes turning red.

Today was his eighteenth birthday.

It was also the day for his eighteenth entry draw.

"System!"

The illusory blue roulette wheel appeared once more.

Looking at that despairingly low prismatic probability,

Tang Xun gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Eighteen years.

This broken game should give a pay-to-win player like me some newbie protection by now, right?

Come on!

Either give me a miracle or let me give up completely!

"Start draw!"

The wheel began to spin frantically.

His breathing stopped.

He stared dead at the rapidly spinning pointer.

Push through! Push through for me!

The pointer swept across vast areas of white.

The occasional flash of green made Tang Xun's heart leap into his throat.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely.

Finally, under Tang Xun's gaze, as he nearly ground his teeth to dust,

That pointer, carrying an Aura of indomitable momentum,

Trembling and resolute... pushed past that white area!

It didn't stop on green.

It didn't stop on purple.

And it certainly didn't stop on gold.

It... boldly, precisely, landed on that prismatic area that was as brilliant as the stars, with only a 0.001% probability!

Buzz—!

The entire wheel let out a violent hum.

A ray of seven-colored divine light suddenly exploded!

Tang Xun's mind went blank.

A row of large prismatic characters emitting an immortal Aura slowly took shape before his eyes.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Mythic-tier entry—Life Simulator!]

[Entry: Life Simulator (Prismatic · Mythic)]

[Function: Start a simulated life. In the simulation, for every year passed, a free entry draw can be performed.]

[Inheritance: After the simulation ends, rewards obtained in the simulated life can be inherited (including but not limited to: entries, cultivation, techniques, memories, skills).]

[Cooldown: After each simulation ends, there is a certain cooldown period. The first simulation requires no cooldown.]

My... Mythic entry!

A 0.001% probability!

Tang Xun stared blankly at the panel.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Simulated life?

Draw once every year?

And I can inherit things?!

Isn't this just a super cheat?

As long as he lived long enough in the simulation, he could draw cards infinitely!

The end of bad luck is a guaranteed win!

"Heh... hehe..."

Tang Xun first laughed softly.

Then his laughter grew louder.

Finally, it turned into hysterical, wild laughter.

As he laughed, tears began to fall.

Eighteen years!

Do you know how I've lived these eighteen years!

He didn't think for another second.

Wang Hao.

You just wait for me.

Tang Xun wiped his face.

His eyes no longer held the previous endurance and numbness.

In its place was a state of near-manic excitement.

"System, swap out [High Sleep Quality] and equip [Life Simulator]!"

[Entry replacement successful!]

[Current Equipped Entries (3/3): Life Simulator (Prismatic), Full of Energy (White), Greased Soles (White)]

[Detected that the host has obtained the Life Simulator entry for the first time. Newbie benefits activated. This simulation will not consume a use.]

[Would you like to start the simulated life immediately?]

"Yes! Immediately! Right now!"

Tang Xun roared without hesitation.

He couldn't wait another second!

[Simulation starting!]