My Simulations Can't Be This Twisted

Shen Qi got a simulator. It lets him gain powers from other versions of himself in different worldlines. There’s just one tiny problem: the simulated versions of him might have slightly... deranged personalities. No big deal. Let’s start simulating!

[You are a twenty-five-year-old office worker, used to coming home late at night after working overtime.]

[You seem able to see the end of your life from here. Your birth and death will not cause even the slightest ripple in this world.]

[You find life boring and choose to end it yourself.]

[You are dead.]

[Simulation over.]

Shen Qi: “Seriously? Who gets a simulation result where they do nothing and kill themselves from the start?!”

A hunter who pursues thrills, teetering on the brink of life and death; the leader of the Soul Ascension Cult, seeking to complete himself; a king of suffering who twists and dominates the world... Anxiety, unease, paranoia, distortion, emptiness... Through one simulation after another, the Shen Qi from different worldlines displayed all kinds of deranged traits. He began to realize something.

“Why are all the versions of me in these worldlines like this...”

“I’m clearly just an ordinary writer.”