The boy longed to live.

The boy longed to be saved.

But this was an impossibility.

Xu Xi knew that given the boy’s injuries, he would never last until the ambulance arrived.

The crimson blood, the terrified expression, and the arms flailing wildly like a drowning man—all were the final struggles of life.

The rough pavement was stained red with blood, warm and eerily sinister.

"Bzzzt!!!"

The scene began to distort.

Along with the Sea of Possibilities and the light reflecting the image.

Everything sank into a gray, shattered stillness.

Boundless darkness, oppressive and suffocating, made breathing feel scorching and labored.

"......" Xu Xi lowered his gaze, his chest rising and falling.

He knew—better than anyone—that the boy’s ultimate fate was death.

Reality was no fairy tale. Happy endings were rare; tragic ones were the norm.

As a child, the boy had been abandoned by his parents.

As an adult, just as his fate began to turn, his life was snuffed out.

He cried for help.

He screamed.

Alone and helpless, he still fought to survive.

But the only one who answered him was himself.

"A long-forgotten memory..."

"Was it because of the simulator? Only now have I truly remembered."

Xu Xi stepped forward, his presence radiating an overwhelming, majestic aura as he forcefully shattered the gray, stagnant spacetime. With each step, ominous thunderflames erupted, seeking to bar his path.

Yet he strode past them effortlessly.

Layers of spacetime folded into intangible, solid barriers.

Yet they were crushed with a single palm.

Having condensed countless possibilities, Xu Xi’s power was unfathomable. Unhindered by the Sea of Possibilities’ resistance, he stepped onto the gray-toned Earth.

The world fell into stillness.

The onlooking crowd, the rushing traffic—all froze in place.

Only the dripping of blood remained piercingly clear.

With a strong, unfamiliar sense of dissonance, Xu Xi appeared on the street, stopping before the blood-drained boy and lifting him with both hands.

"I..."

"Am here to save you, Xu Xi."

The power to alter miracles swept across the world.

Resurrection.

Time reversal.

The frail, pale boy regained his life.

His expression rewound from fear, all the way back to the moment he received his acceptance letter, his face beaming with a radiant smile.

Resembling Xu Xi, yet younger.

Due to the reversal of time, the boy also lost all memory of the accident.

"Bzzzt!!!"

"Bzzzt!!!"

Xu Xi continued reshaping the world.

The waves of the Sea of Possibilities grew fiercer, yet they could not touch Xu Xi in the slightest.

The heavens trembled at His will.

The stars shone brighter in His presence.

Countless laws manifested across the sky, forming flickering visions of creation and destruction.

They depicted the myriad states of mortal existence.

Xu Xi changed many things—the truck driver’s route, the fates of several homeless individuals, the policies and funding of the orphanage.

"The meaning of having power lies in mending past regrets."

After altering everything, $2u Xi looked up at the sky.

Then at the familiar scenes of his childhood.

Finally, his gaze settled on the boy, now brimming with excitement.

Xu Xi knew exactly what the boy’s future held—because he had lived it once already.

Attending university, studying hard while juggling multiple jobs.

Graduating, stumbling naively into society, truly becoming an adult.

Scrimping and saving.

Leaving early, returning late.

Renting a small room.

Because the landlord’s family moved abroad, that little room became his own private world.

Small, but carrying the warmth of home.

In a future that seemed all too predictable, the boy would grow into [Xu Xi], just another ordinary face among the masses.

Misfortune would still follow him.

Like a shadow.

He would often cry alone in silence, then pick himself up, trembling, forcing himself to keep living.

Truth be told, such a bittersweet life was enough for Xu Xi.

He had never harbored grand dreams.

"But this... isn’t enough."

Xu Xi spread his hands. Intangible and tangible concepts peeled away from his body, condensing into a hazy mist that flickered between reality and illusion.

Its true form—

Was the Life Simulator that had accompanied Xu Xi throughout his growth.

A dream that was real, the origin of all causality.

"Without the simulator, I could never have traversed worlds."

"Without its rewards, I could still live on Earth—but Xu Moli and the others couldn’t."

Gazing at his past self, $2u Xi saw countless memories flash before him.

Moments with the girls, from their first meetings to the present—some bitter, some sweet.

Xu Xi refused to let his absence make their deaths inevitable.

"Bzzzt!!!"

"Bzzzt!!!"

The barriers of the world trembled.

The past was rejecting Xu Xi’s presence.

He did not resist. Before leaving, he hurled the simulator toward his younger self.

"In the end, was it cause before effect, or effect before cause...?"

"Turns out..."

"I was the one who crippled my own legs."

The world’s force pushed Xu Xi away.

He returned to the Sea of Possibilities.

Looking back, the boy in the light had grown, the simulator within him activating, triggering the resurgence of the supernatural.

Xu Xi laughed.

Loudly.

Then softly, his voice tender, echoing through the void:

"Thank you, simulator."

[Ding—]

You have reached your Beautiful Life

[Terminology updated. You have created a unique entry.]

[With Me as the Beginning, With Me as the End]

[Simulation complete. System unbinding. May your life remain eternally beautiful.]

[Goodbye, Host.]

A long, distorted mechanical voice drifted from the old Earth within the light—the Life Simulator’s farewell to Xu Xi, the closing of a temporal loop.

And so, $2u Xi reached the end of his journey.

Witnessed the final curtain call.

Drew the period to his own story—and wrote its opening line.

"From now on, there will be no more Life Simulations."

Xu Xi watched as the light reflecting the past slowly faded before him.

His power had ascended beyond true conceptual limits.

He could now replicate the simulator’s effects himself.

But it was meaningless.

As the simulator said, Xu Xi had already reached his Beautiful Life. All he needed to do was cherish it.

"Time to go home."

"If I stay away too long, Krisha and the others will worry."

Xu Xi turned.

Before him lay the chaotic, disordered Sea of Possibilities.

Without the luminous path, the sea raged violently, distorting spacetime coordinates, blurring the way back to Earth.

All things, all worlds—

Layer upon layer of spacetime trembled.

Xu Xi ignored the disturbances. He stepped forward, and with each movement, a new radiant path unfurled beneath his feet.

Saving his sister under the scorching sun.

Holding the witch’s hand in the alley.

Lifting the fallen princess in the cottage.

Rebooting the mechanical servant underground.

Aiding the heroine in the village.

Memories with the five girls—their joys and sorrows—woven together into a brand-new road.

A path that spanned the vast Sea of Spacetime, leading to the beautiful destination that belonged solely to Xu Xi.

One step, then another.

From a distant, unknown realm beyond time and space, he returned to his true home.

"Brother... sob... wu wu...!"

Upon his return to Earth, a figure rushed into Xu Xi's arms, weeping uncontrollably.

She had seen it—and so had the others—the truth of Xu Xi's past.

The sorrow in her heart could not be restrained.

It was a pain as sharp as blades tearing through her chest.

"There, there. I’m back now. It’s alright," Xu Xi soothed, his voice tender as he gazed affectionately at the sobbing Xu Moli.

Then, his eyes turned to the witch.

"Krisha, could you prepare a cup of hot tea for me?"

"Of course, Mentor."

Next, he looked at the red-eyed noblewoman.

"Ying Xue, would you grill some dragon meat for me? I’m a little hungry."

"Leave it to me, Sir!"

His gaze shifted to the silent, grieving mechanized maid.

"Ailei, I’d also appreciate it if you could make me some restorative soup. My body feels weary."

"Ailei is honored to serve, Master."

Finally, he faced the last among them—the once-cheerful hero now stripped of her optimism.

Xu Xi paused briefly before speaking. "Servia, stand by my side. I need your protection."

"As you command, Great Sorcerer!"

With just a few words from Xu Xi, the heavy atmosphere of grief dissipated instantly. Watching the girls busy themselves with their tasks, he couldn’t help but let a faint smile grace his lips.

The train of Life continued its journey forward, passing one significant station after another. Its voyage had no true end—yet Xu Xi chose to halt his own advance.

For him, $2he final stop was here and now.