“Alright, alright, these are all minor issues, introduce your functions first.” Lucien thus comforted the softly sobbing system.
“Wuwu, Host, you’re so nice, not at all like those Hosts in cases who curse at every turn and always don’t get along with their systems.” (づ>/////<)づ
“My functions include…”
The system, magical existences that graduated from the “Three Major Academies”, select Hosts across the heavens and myriad worlds and spend an extremely exciting journey with them.
And the Life Simulation System by Lucien’s side has three core functions:
System Space, System Mall, Life Simulation.
System Space can store things obtained in simulations, and can also act as a portable space to store daily necessities.
System Mall can exchange items using system points obtained from simulations.
Like the certain god of thunder giant axe, E## Ten### scroll that can revive the dead, cyanide the magic pills that make you race the world to see who dies first, etc.
The most important Life Simulation aims to center around the Host to find more different possibilities within the same world.
Meeting the same people, meeting different people, and doing different things at different stages will bring what kind of effects—that is the so-called “possibility”.
And these possibilities, at the end of the simulation, will truly develop into parallel worlds parallel to the “Main World”.
Of course, it will also bring Lucien some system points and unexpected item rewards.
After introducing herself, the system also regained a trace of confidence:
“What do you know, aren’t I quite strong after all?” ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ
“Ahem, Host, please rest assured, although my previous performance was unsatisfactory, I am after all an all-A student who has gathered the strengths of the Three Major Academies, and I will definitely not let you down.” ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ – ˵ ) ✧
Hearing this, Lucien nodded noncommittally.
Gathering the strengths of the Three Major Academies?
The most likely result is learning a little bit of everything yet mastering nothing.
Besides that, there is an even harder-to-bear result, which is learning the opposite:
Learning eradication from Pegasus, learning backstabbing from Endpoint, learning flying from Cat.
Thinking of this possibility, Lucien broke out in cold sweat, quickly opening his mouth to change the topic, “It’s fine, no matter how unlucky the two of us are, someone is still cushioning us.”
With that said, his right hand cupped the void and slightly clenched, and instantly a formless wave of golden liquid surged forth, condensing into a golden regular hexahedron.
Its name—Void Archives.
[(Talent) True Soul Transmigration: Your soul has transmigrated, but your physical body remains in the original world, which is undoubtedly an accident.
Perhaps as compensation for the accident, you can randomly possess anything.]
Before the simulation begins, Lucien is randomly given several talent traits, either special abilities or special identities, increasing the variety of the simulated life without affecting Lucien’s personality.
The soul transmigration before his eyes is one of those talents.
As for Void Archives, it is the “anything” that was possessed.
This is also the core reason why Lucien hasn’t had any particularly bad emotional reactions.
People’s joys and sorrows are not connected.
Thinking of Void Archives, the biggest loser who got possessed without doing anything—being even more unlucky than him and the system combined—he couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased and want to laugh.
Woohoo~, never have I seen such a wonderful start!
After gaining a certain understanding of both the system and the simulation, Lucien gently snapped his fingers.
The next second, a black windbreaker materialized on him.
The abilities of Void Archives, quite magical, right?
After sizing up his attire with satisfaction, Lucien stepped out of the dark alley, hugging the wall to avoid the crowded flow of people, and walked forward aimlessly.
After possessing Void Archives, besides inheriting all the abilities of Void Archives, he can also transform his body between reality and illusion.
Survival is not a problem, and his lifespan will be very, very long.
But this is a simulation after all; once the simulation ends, he will still face the fact of impending death.
Thinking of this, Lucien’s shoulders trembled slightly.
In the worst-case scenario, he could grit his teeth and endure the pain to make his death look dignified.
But as long as there is the slightest possibility of not dying, he cannot calmly face death.
After all, he was only eighteen years old.
Lucien consulted the system in his mind about the simulation rewards, but only received a reply similar to “rewards are probably random.”
He sighed softly, naturally unwilling to place all his bets on random rewards.
What should he do then?
Open the library that came with Void Archives and study using the knowledge inside?
As soon as this idea appeared, Lucien dismissed it himself.
He could score over six hundred points in the ordinary college entrance examination despite being a sports-recruited student in a third-rate high school, but that didn’t mean he could unify the three basic forces just by studying a bit more.
If he really had that kind of talent, he wouldn’t have waited for the regular college entrance examination; he would have taken off long ago.
Then how about trying to scale the wall of Otto Apocalypse’s house?
According to the era information provided by the system, the other party should still be in childhood right now, which is a great opportunity.
It seems…
also not quite possible.
As everyone knows, anyone who utilized Otto Apocalypse has died, and even Kallen, who utilized him unconsciously, didn’t survive.
This method is bad luck.
“Whoosh—”
As Lucien walked while pondering, he suddenly heard a sound of breaking wind above him.
Looking up, he saw a wooden toy airplane growing larger and larger in his field of vision.
Wait, growing larger and larger?
Isn’t this damn thing diving towards him!?
“Thud—”
[When you realize the wooden airplane is diving towards you, it is already too late.]
[The next instant, the wooden airplane—too large to be held with just two hands—crashed straight into your pristine forehead, and the dull sound it made caused surrounding pedestrians to cast sideways glances.]
[Sounds nice?
A nice sound means a good forehead.]
[However, after looking closely at the courtyard wall around you, those pedestrians who were curious about you quickly dispersed.]
Lucien removed the wooden airplane that had fiercely smashed into his forehead with one hand, finding it intact.
He rubbed his dull-aching forehead with his other hand, figuring it must be red.
Such a big airplane, smashing down from such a height—anyone else would probably have been knocked unconscious.
He looked up at the high wall from which the airplane had flown, but shook his head and sighed softly.
Speak of the devil…
, he was the one who arrived.
One might ask, in this era, who could make such an exquisite airplane model?
Needless to ask, it must be the smartest person in the current civilization:
Otto Apocalypse.
(TL: ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ🎙️ Every night brings a dream but the day
Relentlessly, keeps me awake
All the rest will be torn up whenever a choice is made
Everyone has their own desire leading to the ultimate
Life is too long to end at a grave )
Besides, anyone else wouldn’t have thrown an airplane out of their courtyard wall.
Lucien sized up the airplane in his hand once more, then turned around and scaled the high wall in two steps.
Inside the courtyard wall.
A young child with blond hair and blue eyes sat quietly in a wheelchair, gazing fixedly in the direction where the wooden airplane had flown out of the wall, their gaze dim and ashen.
The child was seven years old, named Otto, Otto Apocalypse.
Beside little Otto, a young boy with the same blond hair and blue eyes, whose appearance was largely similar, was lecturing Otto.
“I told you long ago that your constitution is weak.
Is carpentry work something someone like you should do?
The sawdust alone is enough to make you miserable, but you refused to listen.
And now you’ve thrown that piece of junk airplane outside the wall and hit someone…”
Seeing little Otto just staring blankly outside the wall, the boy stamped his feet anxiously, “Fine, fine, I won’t care about you anymore.
Suit yourself!”
Little Otto remained sitting in the wheelchair, gazing infatuatededly outside the wall, not withdrawing his gaze even when the seemingly detestable boy walked away.
And just as little Otto let out an inexplicable soft sigh and was about to withdraw his gaze, a handsome young man vaulted over the high wall from the spot where the wooden airplane had flown out, grabbing the top of the wall.
This handsome young man seemed to shine alongside the faint morning light; if one ignored the slight redness on his forehead, it would be no different from a saint descending to the world.
Little Otto was stunned, his emerald-like eyes filled entirely with that person’s figure.
But the words that immediately tumbled out of the handsome young man’s mouth made little Otto’s already poor heart skip a few beats.
(TL: (,,•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ,,)?)
“This is your thing, right?
Ju- st.
Now.
It.
Flew.
So.
High.
So.
High.
Ah.”