Something’s Off About My Simulator

Lin Ye transmigrated into the world of cultivation and wanted nothing more than to keep his head down until the end of time. Unexpectedly, he became bound to a rusty bronze compass that could simulate the future. Every prediction cost him some of his lifespan, and the results came with eerie, distorted whispers. While other cultivators relied on talent, he relied on “saving and reloading.” While his fellow disciples fought to the death in secret realms, he hid in a corner, frantically simulating ways to die: “Killed by a beautiful immortal's charms? Stepping on a poisonous mushroom? Could even a sneeze trigger a landslide?” After barely avoiding every death flag, he discovered that the old man sweeping the Scripture Pavilion was a hidden boss, the junk he'd picked up was an ancient divine artifact, and even the passerby he'd casually saved was the future Demon Lord. Worse still, the simulator suddenly flashed a blood-red warning: [Warning: The world is being consumed by an “unspeakable” entity. Countdown to the apocalypse: 100 years.] Lin Ye looked at the world-destroying artifact he'd just picked up and fell into deep thought. “Is it still in time to be reborn somewhere else?”