[Ruthless and decisive, with the occasional do-gooder moment for a change of pace]
Transmigrating into a wedding chamber, Long Chaoshen hasn’t even enjoyed his wedding night before awakening a simulator.
One simulation every ten days, with the resulting cultivation boosting his real body.
First simulation:
[You lift the bride’s red veil. She rips out your kidney.]
One hundredth simulation:
[You battle the Great Demon King for seven days and seven nights, then devour the Demon King’s inner core. You successfully reach Nirvana, and your lifespan increases by 300 years!]
Ten thousandth simulation:
[In a single night, you conquer the Acacia Sect, the Red Sleeve Pavilion, the Fireworks Palace, the Rouge Stronghold… All the female cultivators willingly submit. You sweep your sleeves and declare: Women only slow me down when I draw my sword. All of you, cripple your cultivation and go find a handsome reader instead!]
One hundred thousandth simulation:
[You stand atop the Ten Thousand Realms, looking down at Immortal Emperors and Divine Venerables kneeling like ants. You leisurely sing: The great river flows east, I rule the vast world. Now let’s begin the eighth set of exercises for the Ten Thousand Realms…]
After countless simulations,
Long Chaoshen looks at the various prodigies threatening him and smiles knowingly.
“Adults don’t need a lecture. They just need to be taken out!”
“I’m just a good-for-nothing overlord who can’t cultivate.”
