Life Simulation: I Caused the Female Sword Immortal to Regret Forever-Chapter 351:

“Master Sorcerer, do you think I can become strong enough?”

“You will.”

“But… Master Sorcerer, even I don’t have confidence in myself.”

“Even so, I still believe in you, Sylvia.”

After Xu Xi broke through to become a Four-Ring Sorcerer, the Tower of Salvation began to expand in scale.

Now, powered by a constant flow of soul flames, the tower operated efficiently every day, maintaining a protective barrier that blocked out death energy, and sustaining a stable ecological system.

It simulated all the elements a normal world should have—sunlight, soil, water—

as well as all the species Xu Xi had gathered over the years, some used for materials, others as food.

The survivors who had escaped death saw the sorcerer tower as the last utopia in the world.

They threw themselves into various tasks with great enthusiasm and held deep reverence for both Xu Xi and Sylvia.

“Praise that lord.”

“May that lord bless my child, and help her grow up healthy.”

Kind-hearted people, eyes brimming with tears, spread stories daily about the good deeds Xu Xi had done.

Some even regarded him as a god, offering devout prayers to him each day.

Xu Xi was helpless about it, but he couldn’t talk these stubborn people out of it.

“Master Sorcerer, you clearly find this troublesome—why not firmly put a stop to it?” asked Sylvia, confused, standing beside him.

Of everyone in the world, Sylvia had followed Xu Xi the longest.

She knew very well that neither worship nor devotion was something he wanted.

Xu Xi looked calm as he watched the busy crowd.

Their faces were full of vitality and hope as they worked in every corner of the tower.

“Sylvia, in life, people always need something.”

“Maybe a goal.”

“Maybe a role model.”

“If they have nothing, they’ll be unable to move forward, paralyzed by fear of an unknown future, turning into walking corpses.”

“I don’t like this kind of fanatical faith.”

“But right now, it’s the sense of security everyone desperately needs.”

Xu Xi chuckled softly.

His voice was calm, filled with reflections on humanity and sympathy for those who suffer.

“I see…”

Sylvia understood.

She lowered her head and stared silently at the sword at her waist.

Her silver-armored fingers gently brushed over the hilt, circling again and again.

As if countless thoughts flowed out with the motion of her fingertips.

“Master Sorcerer… you’re truly kind…”

When her fingers stopped moving, the hero gave him a rare compliment from the heart.

“By the way, Sylvia, have you noticed the temperature suddenly dropping?”

“No, Master Sorcerer.”

“Maybe I’m just tired then…”

Xu Xi shivered, cast a constant-temperature spell on himself, and turned to walk back into the tower.

“Come, Sylvia. Now that you’ve become a Three-Ring Sorcerer, it’s time I taught you new knowledge.”

“Yes, Master Sorcerer.”

Under the simulated sunlight, Sylvia’s gray-silver armor gleamed with a metallic shine.

With her movements, the plates clanked crisply, echoing down the corridor.

The broken hero was now following the path toward her own future.

[Simulation Year 24. You are 41 years old]

[After reaching the Four-Ring level, your spirit vision improved significantly. You observed the vast, endless Underworld and calculated when the sorcerer world would be completely swallowed up]

[Your conclusion: at the earliest, fifty years; at most, one hundred years]

[The sorcerer world would reach its end, becoming another plane captured by the boundless Underworld, reduced to pure deathland]

[You began planning everything—one day, you would safely send Sylvia and the others away and go alone to face the hidden mastermind]

[Because of this, you started training Sylvia more intentionally]

[Beyond battle power, you also taught her how to manage the tower and control its various areas]

[Sylvia did not disappoint you]

[As a noble by birth, she had some experience in governance]

[And Sylvia worked diligently, frequently asking for your guidance, trying her best to ease your burden]

[You were deeply pleased. Among everyone, only she came close to your level of dedication]

[Simulation Year 26. You are 43 years old]

[Two years passed, and another wave of undead dark tide struck]

[Your strength was overwhelming]

[Using the Four-Ring spell “Death’s Declaration,” you wiped out the tsunami-like undead army and personally slayed a king of the undead]

[Thanks to having enough personnel, the Tower of Salvation’s combat power had also improved, achieving a glorious victory]

[Your soul flame reserve: +1]

“Praise that lord!”

“Invincible lord!”

The people cheered, shouting until their voices went hoarse.

Those who were once hunted by the undead had now taken part in wiping them out, laughing and crying, avenging the family and friends they had lost.

In that stifling battlefield, Sylvia’s expression was firm.

Both hands gripped her sword hilt as she stood watchfully by Xu Xi’s side.

“I will protect Master Sorcerer with everything I have!”

“Sylvia, attack!”

Sylvia fought with all her strength.

Though she was a melee sorcerer, the force of her strikes had already developed into large-scale sweeping attacks.

But after doing this too many times, her soul power inevitably began to run low.

This overly reckless hero was punished—Xu Xi pinched her cheeks with his fingers and gave them a good rub.

“Do you know you were wrong?”

“…I know I was wrong.”

Obedient, sincere, and adorable.

Sylvia admitted her mistake honestly.

[The undead tide subsided. Throughout the year, you continued collecting soul flames, and your foundation grew incredibly strong]

[You didn’t grow proud or arrogant]

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[You knew very well that the current amount of soul flames was still far from enough to open a large-scale interdimensional gate]

[And even further from being able to defeat the lofty Seven-Ring Sorcerer]

[You had to keep working hard]

[Your sorcery became more refined, and you often used wandering undead as test subjects for new spells]

[Some powerful undead, once destroyed, were repurposed by you into heavily armed tower guardians]

[Simulation Year 29. You are 46 years old]

[The Tower of Salvation’s infrastructure became even more advanced]

[Time had allowed the number of people inside to grow, and some had even become new sorcerer apprentices]

[But the world itself was now utterly lifeless]

[You never again found another survivor]

[The vast world had become a sea of death. Amidst the waves, only your Tower of Salvation moved forward like a drifting ark]

[You and the hero stood atop the tower, silently gazing out over the pitch-black apocalypse]

[Simulation Year 30. You are 47 years old]

[You were still studying interdimensional travel. Though you had gathered valuable information from the ruins on the Plateau of the Gods, it was still incredibly difficult to bring everyone out with you]

[There was still enough time]

[But repeated failures in your experiments left you frustrated]

[Fortunately, the success of another endeavor lifted your spirits]

[You mastered the Four-Ring spell: Flesh Regeneration]