[Simulator + Decisive Killing + Weirdness + Not the Holy Mother]
You are already dead and you want me to simulate it again. You are not allowed to call me a mourner?
The ultimate treasure harvested ten years later? Mine.
A hundred years of internal strength? When simulating, it is scheduled.
I will kill you because you will steal my opportunity tomorrow.
The reason why I steal your chance is because I wrote my name on this treasure.
Pour me poison? More!
Demon bloodline? Bring it!
Simulate it a hundred times and test which part hurts you the most.
Simulate apprenticeship, learn your unique skills, and call you master.
"Master, does this knife hurt?"
Mine slave?
After the simulation, you should call me Undertaker.
