Chapter 2: Not Very Convenient, But Usable
After fifteen minutes that felt like an eternity, under the eager anticipation of the young boy, the progress bar finally completed its final second of the countdown.
Then, the entire blood-red progress bar instantly transformed into a crimson ribbon, which twisted and morphed into rows of tribal runes cascading down like a waterfall.
Life Simulator.
Simulation Points: 1.
Simulation Attempts: 1.
Character: Lin Zhao.
Skills: Shamanic Chant (Beginner), Shamanic Script (1,926 pieces).
Bloodline: Blood of the Jiuli Tribe (Undeveloped).
Spirit: None.
Talent: Focused Concentration (When strongly demanding oneself to be serious, learning efficiency increases by 150%).
Evaluation: Your life has just begun.
Would you like to start your first life simulation?
...
Activated!
Lin Zhao’s heart burned with excitement. He did not mind the simplicity of his interface at all. Although he regretted that the skills he learned on Blue Star did not appear on the panel, it was inconsequential. A panel that could record his skill progress was already a divine artifact. After pondering for several moments, he asked, “Will simulating life bring about any unpredictable consequences?”
The panel was as silent as death, giving no response whatsoever.
Lin Zhao fell silent for several breaths. He was actually in great danger now—crossing over to this world of supernatural powers without any memory. He needed this opportunity, and opportunity was only wealth when used; left unused, it would vanish and not appreciate.
So, after taking a deep breath, he resolutely chose: Yes.
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Then, he saw both the simulation attempts and simulation points instantly drop to zero.
He was stunned, then waited. What next?
If this was the beginning, shouldn’t there be at least a hint?
Lin Zhao anxiously slapped his thigh.
After much thought, he decided to stroll outside.
Not to gather information, but because in summer, the stone hut without even a window was stiflingly hot!
...
The village was still lively at night in midsummer. The moon was bright and stars sparse. Elders and children alike gathered outside to enjoy the cool air. Fireflies flickered like falling stars, while clusters of faintly glowing white flowers lit the pathways. The entire world resembled a legendary Peach Blossom Land, with crisscrossing paths, the sound of roosters and dogs, and now and then young boys and girls meeting secretly.
Walking through this village, Lin Zhao felt as if he had stepped into a myth.
The village was small; after a few steps, he returned to the fire pit, where he saw the shaman repeating the steps from last night, uttering a low chant over the remaining beast bones.
The bones of the fierce beast suddenly trembled violently. As the chant grew more urgent, a massive white horse spirit soared from the bones. It opened its mouth full of shark-like teeth, letting out a silent roar. At that instant, Lin Zhao, standing not far away, felt as if his brain was being violently shattered; he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face felt wet; when he touched it, his eyes, nostrils, and ears were all bleeding profusely, as if faucets were turned wide open.
Damn it!
...
The next second, the world spun wildly. Lin Zhao looked around the bare room in confusion. The panel was still there, but new lines of text appeared below:
Congratulations on completing your first simulation. Survival time: five minutes and twenty-six seconds.
Evaluation: Hard to assess.
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“Ah!” Lin Zhao flushed with anger, furiously slapping his thigh. “How was I supposed to know this world was so dangerous? Just being a bystander gets you harmed! Next time, I’ll do better, again and again!”
But the panel remained calm, showing no sign of reply.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Zhao said, “Tongzi, let’s talk. You’re the one who sent me here, right? You can’t just be so irresponsible. Where do I earn simulation coins? You have to give me a way!”
The panel remained unresponsive.
Lin Zhao pleaded for a long time, but the panel was unmoved.
Only when the moon was high did the simulation coins and attempts suddenly jump back to “1”.
Lin Zhao immediately stopped speaking, feeling relieved. “So, it refreshes once a day?”
That was—excellent!
Without hesitation, he reached out and clicked the “Confirm Simulation” button again.
—
This time, knowing it was just a simulation, Lin Zhao was confident. He waited ten minutes, assuming he had missed the soul-collecting scene, before cautiously stepping outside.
He appeared again on the village path, casting a glance toward the village entrance. There, the old shaman sat quietly, dismantling a spine near the fire and sucking on the vertebrae one by one. Despite his age, his back was straight, and his movements were surprisingly graceful.
Several children called him Grandpa Shaman as they sat beside him, bringing shoulder blades and leg bones from their families to work on. The old shaman gave generously.
Thinking it was a simulation, Lin Zhao boldly approached. “Grandpa Shaman…”
The old man did not look up but asked in a hoarse voice, “Have you memorized the virtues of the Shamanic Salt?”
Lin Zhao was speechless.
No, he hadn’t been told to memorize anything!
Seeing Lin Zhao’s silence, the old shaman looked down and continued eating the bones, ignoring him.
Lin Zhao suddenly stood up. “I’ll memorize it right away!”
Was this the condition for the next stage?
It was just a short text of over two thousand characters; he could memorize it in one night!
The old shaman did not look up but a faint smile appeared on his lips.
...
After rushing back to his room, Lin Zhao opened the Bone Book. Although the pages were pitch black, inexplicably he could see clearly at night, which helped with memorization.
After a night of effort, although not perfectly fluent, he managed to recite the text with some stumbles.
Confident, he sought out the old shaman again.
The old shaman’s house was easy to find—the largest and most crowded one.
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