From the Start, I Simulated Three Thousand Ways to Die

A wasteland of ashes. In the future, for reasons unknown, a highly advanced civilization collapsed in a cataclysm. Modern weapons stopped working, and humanity returned to ancient martial arts. Cities became ruins like steel jungles, haunted not only by mutated beasts but also by thugs who practice sinister martial arts. Society has regressed into a patchwork of sects and gangs.

The protagonist's golden finger: a simulation device.

- Physical form: an ancient, worn tortoiseshell covered in cracks.

- Function: By consuming “relics of the old world” (such as chips or rare metals) or “vitality points,” it can perform one divination of the fortunes and dangers of the next 24 hours. A text panel displays the results. If the protagonist dies, time rewinds, and they can extract “martial arts insights gained at the moment of death” or “crucial intelligence” from the simulation.

- Power levels: Skin Tempering, Bone Forging, Sinew Transformation, Marrow Washing, and Innate. In this wasteland era, the Innate realm is already the stuff of legend.