CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 97: SYNCHRONIZATION! SIMULATOR’S BUG COMPENSATION

"I was being presumptuous!"

This fake little sister of his was audacious, a true master of her craft. Not only was she using her real name to surf the web, but she even had her professional title in her username. Her whole brand was being a brave loli who loved excitement. She had played a classic game of ’hiding in plain sight’ with Chen Pingchuan. Then he thought of his own username, Master of All Beings, Emperor Chen.

Chen Pingchuan’s expression flickered.

"Alright, it’s fine," he said. "A username like that is certainly hard to believe."

Chen Pingchuan couldn’t help but recall an old internet meme from his past life. Who were you supposed to believe? Him, or the scammer on the phone claiming to be Emperor Qin Shi Huang? He figured even if the real Emperor Qin Shi Huang time-traveled to the future, he’d probably face a crisis trying to prove his own identity.

Having confirmed Belia’s identity, Chen Pingchuan got up from the bed and searched the room. He couldn’t find any stimulating beverages, making him miss his days in the Outer City District and the tea he loved so much—Violet. Unfortunately, parents in the Inner City District were terrified of such functional drinks that accumulated neurotoxins, fearing they would hinder their children’s genetic advancement.

But Chen Pingchuan couldn’t be bothered with such concerns.

Animal feed, fertilizers, pesticides, the ’poor man’s trio’ of fried chicken and burgers... when it came to ingesting toxins in my past life, I, Chen Pingchuan, never yielded to anyone.

Unable to find a refreshing drink, Chen Pingchuan rubbed his head. He feared this headache might become a chronic problem.

I’m already a quasi-Level 2 Genetic Warrior, yet I’m still getting headaches. Nobody would believe it if I told them.

Dwelling on it was pointless. Before starting the simulation, Chen Pingchuan once again summoned his status panel to get a full understanding of his physical condition.

"Display attribute panel!"

As he spoke, a blue light screen materialized before his eyes.

[Name: Chen Pingchuan]

[Profession: Student, Worker, Weapon Master]

[Age: 20]

[Strength: 4.3/16.8 (Seal lifted, slowly recovering)] (Talent in effect, 1 point is the average for an adult male)

[Agility: 2.0/7.6 (Seal lifted, slowly recovering)]

[Spirit: 2.4/8.6 (Seal lifted, slowly recovering)]

[Constitution: 2.2/8.2 (Seal lifted, slowly recovering)]

[Skill: Pickpocket (Rule-Type)]

[Title: None]

[Achievement: Worse Than a Beast (One Star)]

[Special State: Divine Blessing]

[Talents: Power Doubled (Green), Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence (Green), Parasite (Purple), 24k Titanium Alloy Dog Eyes (Yellow), Friend of Women (White, Growable), Die Unrepentant (Special)]

[Remaining Simulation Value: 744]

[Remaining Simulation Attempts: 1]

[Next Simulation Attempt Recovery Time: 168:00:00]

Staring at the drastically changed attribute panel, Chen Pingchuan mentally weighed the pros and cons, silently pondering whether these changes were for the better. Soon, he had no time to dwell on the differences. A wave of pure ecstasy washed over him.

Chen Pingchuan shot up from the bed, unable to contain his excitement. A silent, maniacal grin spread across his face as he began to dance and twirl around the spacious bedroom.

After his excitement subsided, Chen Pingchuan sat back down at his desk, muttering to himself.

"My apologies, Simulator-bro. I spoke too soon. You didn’t just decline to let me draw a talent—you rewarded me with a skill directly! Not only that, my maximum Spirit has increased slightly, and the seals on my other attributes have been lifted. I’m about to take off!"

He scanned the panel over and over, but he still couldn’t get enough of it. This nearly perfect attribute panel rekindled his hope for the future.

The Nirvana Plan, huh? It’s nothing special. When I’m strong enough to craft space battleships with my bare hands, I’ll destroy every weapon that threatens humanity. Then, I’ll be the master of my own destiny! I’ll be the head of my own house!

After a few moments of fantasizing, Chen Pingchuan finally calmed down. He dismissed the attribute panel, reopened his notebook, and prepared for the next simulation.

"Start Simulation!"

As Chen Pingchuan initiated his second simulation in the City of No Night, an unknown change was occurring simultaneously. Just as he had suspected, the simulator’s gifts came with a price tag.

「Under the cover of night, in a small three-story villa within the City of No Night’s affluent District C.」

Feng Jiaqi suddenly sat up from her soft bed, clutching her heaving, impressive chest. Her eyes were filled with shyness, her cheeks flushed like a crimson sunset. She felt as if she’d just had a dream—a dream where Chen Pingchuan had taken her to a motel called Fenglinwan. There, he had threatened her and tied her up in a deeply humiliating position. Even now, those shameful images replayed in her mind like a movie. Her heart pounded as shyness and panic intertwined, enveloping her entire body.

I did resist... he threatened me. Feng Jiaqi tried to whisper, to convince herself, but it was easy to deceive others and hard to deceive oneself. To her dismay, she found that she hadn’t disliked his actions. But he’s so infuriating! In the dream, he had me in that position, but then he acted like a completely different person and didn’t touch me at all! Is my charm really that weak? Or am I just so insecure in real life that even my dreams lack boldness? But... those scenes felt so real. As real as if they had just happened.

Feng Jiaqi shook her head, trying to erase the image of herself tied up, but the more she tried to forget, the more vivid the memory became. Soon, at the embarrassing sensation of needing to pee, her face turned completely red.

「As Feng Jiaqi was lost in a teenage girl’s daydreams of romance, a similar scene was unfolding at the headquarters of the Mechanical Resistance Army.」

Inside a cathedral prayer room, a middle-aged woman in white bishop’s robes was kneeling in prayer. Suddenly, her body trembled violently, and she nearly lost her kneeling posture, almost collapsing to the floor.

The woman was Monica. Every night, she knelt in the prayer room to pray to her god, begging for the slightest response. But ever since her god had departed years ago, she felt like a forgotten believer. She had never received a single sign, not even when her faith was so devout that she was willing to offer herself completely.

But today, her god had answered.

Ecstasy washed over Monica’s face. I was right. My sincerity and devotion finally moved my god. He sent me a warning, implanting memories of future events directly into my mind. Her ecstasy was quickly replaced by worry. What should I do? My god didn’t tell me what to do directly!

Monica recalled the command from the armor-clad Chen Pingchuan in the simulation. That proud, authoritative male voice echoed in her ears once more.

"If I don’t return, you are to leave on your own. Do not wait for me. When the time is right, I will find you."

Monica bit her lip. She had originally planned to wait here forever for her god’s return, but it seemed it was now time to leave. Besides, there was a more urgent matter at hand: dealing with the traitor, Markel.

「If Feng Jiaqi and Monica’s feelings for Chen Pingchuan were those of sweet affection, then far away on the coast, inside Celestial Palace One, Xia Qingxue was fuming with a rage that made her gums itch.」

You’ve got some nerve, Chen Pingchuan. How many secrets have you been hiding from me? Xia Qingxue did not believe the memories that had just flooded her mind were from a dream. At her level, her neural reflexes had completely eliminated the possibility of dreaming. So, as unbelievable as it was, these memories must have been transmitted to her by Chen Pingchuan, the Heaven’s Chosen. So, what is he trying to say? Is he asking me to spare the Mechanical Resistance Army? Or is he trying to tell me that he’s not useless—that his power might far exceed my estimations?