The Strange Life Simulator

[Main story complete! Bonus chapters in preparation! The full text is being polished! =v= The new novel, Death Escape App, is now updating! Please add it to your favorites!] Wu You transmigrated. The bad news: he was trapped in a sealed chamber. The good news: he came with a golden finger called the Life Simulator. [Age 0: You were born in a cave with a few memories from your previous life. Age 1: A kind woman found you and took you home. Age 2: You were kept indoors and never saw the light of day, weakening your constitution. Age 3: You quickly worked out addition and subtraction problems with numbers up to three digits, slightly improving your intelligence. Age 4: You noticed your relatives giving you complicated looks and warning you repeatedly not to go outside. Age 5: You tried to open a window at home. Your relatives earnestly tried to talk you out of it, and your reputation increased. Age 6: You were finally allowed to go out with your relatives. The sun shone brightly that day, and you, rebellious and clever, looked up.] [You died.] [This simulation has ended. Congratulations on gaining the talent "Rebellious Fool: When you put on this title, wisdom will leave you, and ignorance will envelop you." ] Wu You slowly typed a question mark. Wu You: Hey, I refuse to believe it! * As Wu You frantically kept starting new simulations, he had no idea that the world above him had been turned upside down. [A bespectacled scholar with a demonic appearance stands at the lectern with a book in hand, teaching the strange and cultivating students all over the world] [A taciturn sword cultivator, armed with a gleaming blade, challenges countless foes alone, shaking the four seas and dominating the world] [A doctor with limited mobility, sitting in a wheelchair and hailed as the Goddess of Fertility, brings joy and submission to every strange being in his path, earning a reputation as a master physician] [A child born in a southern town faces a town full of secrets.] And him, her, and them... The world had been turned upside down. Everyone wondered where they had come from. Wu You, meanwhile, happily hugged the talents he had rolled and opened the simulator again. A little guide for readers: 1. There will be quite a few simulated characters, and some will be connected. The simulations vary in length according to the plot. 2. The worldbuilding contains lots and lots of author-created elements, including the author's own take on the Cthulhu mythos. 3. The novel goes premium on May 26, with three chapters released that day. A no-romance male-lead novel of the same type, currently available for pre-order: I'm No Saint As an unfortunate corporate wage slave, Li Fengming's greatest way to unwind was to sneak a break from his hectic workday and watch pastoral videos like "Build My Little Home": building houses, renovating, making furniture, raising chickens, ducks, and geese, and growing flowers, grass, and vegetables. Li Fengming couldn't help sighing, "This is how people are supposed to live." Unfortunately, the unlucky office worker was trapped in his tiny patch of cubicle space and couldn't even get his hands on a rural homestead. It was enough to bring tears to your eyes and make you sigh with pity. Until one night, after working overtime, Li Fengming transmigrated to a strange world... In the urban exclusion zone, he was delighted to discover that he was like a dragon entering the sea, a carp swimming into a river. The things in the city were good-looking, spoke nicely, and were incredibly friendly. Li Fengming had plenty of chances to live out his pastoral dream in the city! So he claimed the best workstation in the company, raised adorable corporate wage slaves who didn't make much noise but ate a lot, scavenged all over the urban district, and happily set about building his own cozy home. He planted flowers and vegetables that sang at set times every day and made all kinds of useful furniture. Sitting in the best boss's chair in the city and looking down over the entire place, he felt that the sky was bluer, the land greener, and life itself more invigorating! "Burp~" The only thing to regret was that he was so full, and his flesh and blood were growing tirelessly, as if they would never stop. He urgently needed more things to help share the burden... In the urban district swallowed up by a carnival of strange beings, the survivors noticed that, at some point, a self-sacrificing "saint" had appeared. Without changing expression, he cut off pieces of his own flesh to feed the strange beings and the people. Even when reduced to a mass of exposed bones, he never wavered in his resolve, all to protect the peace of one corner of the world. The humans under his protection were gathered from every corner of the fallen city and cared for with painstaking attention. He remained patient with them from beginning to end. The humans gradually changed from numb and malicious to overwhelmed with gratitude, wishing they could give their lives for him. Whenever they saw their leader return from outside, their eyes would turn red and fill with tears. They wanted nothing more than to slaughter every strange being that dared to devour his flesh. They thought, how could they possibly deserve the protection of such a saint? Their leader was already working so hard! They couldn't keep retreating or cowering in fear. They had to protect their leader themselves. People had to fight for their own lives and resist on their own! Li Fengming, now the "leader": Huh? It's not that hard. Later, the human "saint" and leader became "Lord Darke," who kept countless emergency rations in captivity in the eyes of the strange beings. He became the "legendary hero" of the entire urban exclusion zone, and the "last hope for humanity" in the eyes of everyone living in the bases beyond it! Until a junior employee wielding the "True Eye of Illusion-Breaking" came seeking an alliance with the "last hope." Staring at the bloody, fleshy apparition covering the entire city, its tendrils still reaching out and infecting everything around it, he was utterly bewildered. Where was the promised saint of the city? Where was humanity's hope? Before the junior employee could recover, he suddenly remembered something... Wait. His expression gradually turned panicked as he thought it over. Then was the rumor he had just heard, "The saint and Lord will fight, and that battle will determine the balance between humans and strange beings," true or not? Now updating: The Whole Nightmare Knows I'm a Love Con Artist A newcomer arrived in Fog Harbor, the City of Sin. No one knew where he came from, but the moment he showed up, he attracted countless eyes. They said the newcomer was quick on his feet and unmatched in combat. They said he was courageous, daring to enter Fog Harbor's most terrifying slum with nothing but a dagger. They said he was extraordinarily clever and could plan for every eventuality. And they said he was so loyal and righteous that if anyone came to him for help, he would go to war against the whole world! He wouldn't stop until he was dead! Those who knew Fog Harbor took his measure in secret, deciding that he was bound to die for the sake of righteousness. Many gave him earnest warnings: kindhearted people didn't last long in Fog Harbor. Watching for a laugh, they saw the newcomer repay kindness and stir up trouble across the city. They saw him turn a fight with the people sent to kill him into a friendship, becoming brothers who would trust each other with their lives. They saw him take on seven branches of a gang in a single day to avenge a grudge. They saw him become the slum boss's beloved adopted son after just three days. They saw him go from a generous fool to the King of Gamblers in five days. Then they watched him stab his way into power, raise his banner, and, on the seventh day, humbly take the position of leader, with thanks to everyone for their support. Wait, wasn't something wrong here? Whatever happened to putting righteousness first? There wasn't even a knife on top of the word "righteousness"! The organizations, dumbfounded, hurriedly put their heads together, examining the newcomer, Xiao Xu, from every angle. Xiao Xu was tall, thin, and slender, with clear black-and-white eyes. Even the small, rounded mole on the tip of his nose gave him an air of innocent sincerity. At a glance, he looked like a good kid with the word "simple" stamped on his forehead. The organizations: What if Brother Xu is just lucky? Xiao Xu tilted his head and gladly accepted the title of "Lucky." After all, in this dream, whether in the present, the past, or the future, Xiao Xu would never have a weakness or make a mistake. He would always walk the path to victory, and good luck would always be by his side. Because he already knew, already saw it coming. Everything happening now was nothing but a repetition of the past, and all he had to do was casually pluck at the threads of fate and make them bend to his will. Standing atop countless discarded save files, all he had to do was declare with absolute confidence... "Your next words will be... 'How did you know about this? There's a traitor here!'" "And the words after that will be... 'Please spare me.'" -- "He will act as the cruelest hunter and become the most terrifying nightmare, rousing everyone from this deep, endless sleep and sending them back to the waking world." In the year 345 of the New Era, the inexperienced Xiao Xu fell asleep where he stood, entering a massive survival game. No, wait, a shared dreamscape, where more than ten million dreamers were drawn together in a dream-island of sin called "Fog Harbor." Xiao Xu's only task was to raise the Fog Harbor residents' "Terror Value" by any means necessary, scaring them awake with the most straightforward nightmares. Everything in the dream was absurd. The cautious newcomer Xiao Xu was careful at every turn, and the cautious newcomer Xiao Xu fell into every trap. Not one was missed. The moment he entered the dream, every faction had its eye on him, leaving him trapped in the passive superposition of "kill him on the spot" and "take him in as a dog," unable to escape. Xiao Xu, clutching the Fog Harbor survival guide and still trying to keep a low profile: Wow, looks like nobody's going to let him off the hook. Well, there was no choice, Xiao Xu thought. He had intended to oppose the whole world anyway. Xiao Xu dropped the act then and there, tore off his disguise, and put on a terrifying filter. Shouting, "My cheat is reloading, reloading, and reloading again!" he charged in. Because of the mission, Xiao Xu was constantly changing his approach to get close to his targets and build relationships with them, so he could strike at the deepest secrets in their hearts and max out their Terror Value. As a result, Xiao Xu had many identities: the one true brother who would brave anything for you, the most filial adopted son in the world, the beautiful and tragic undercover agent who bided his time, the "respectful and dutiful" student, the bodyguard who "puts the client first," and countless more. Whether you could imagine them or not, Xiao Xu could slip into any secret identity with ease, as long as it helped him grow closer to his targets and served a purpose. Until one day, a man came to stand before Xiao Xu. As the king of secret identities, Xiao Xu watched warily as the man revealed his own secret identity, then spoke the name Xiao Xu had once held: the name he had lost in the gap between moments when he first awoke from the dream. The man lowered his eyes and said, "I always believed you would come back, that you would reclaim your name, and... reclaim me, too." The man, who had always believed the dream was reality, smiled in relief. Even so, his faith had never changed. Xiao Xu, who had "returned from the dead": Wait-- Xiao Xu rubbed his forehead. He wasn't dead yet, so there was no need to rush into a lover's suicide. Well, there was no choice. Things had come to this, so he might as well reload first! Core message: No matter what kind of situation you're in, stay happy!