Life Simulation: I Caused the Female Sword Immortal to Regret Forever-Chapter 354:

[You and Sylvia walk through the tower]

[Her restored body brings back normal senses]

[The warmth of sunlight, the sound of the wind, the coolness of water]

[These simple, everyday sensations deeply move Sylvia, making her joyfully reach out like a child to feel them]

[You watch Sylvia gently]

[You feel that one hour is far too short and want to cast the spell again]

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[But she refuses, using the very words you once said]

[She doesn’t want to trouble you too much]

[With the remaining half hour, Sylvia wishes to taste real food]

[You think about it, then decide to cook for her yourself—to celebrate her brief rebirth]

[Ingredients, neatly arranged]

[Utensils, fully prepared]

[Under Sylvia’s confused gaze, pots and pans obey your command, ingredients quickly cooked begin to shimmer faintly with golden light]

[Your legendary cooking skills perform steadily]

[Your culinary ability +1]

[While waiting for your dishes to finish, Sylvia feels a bit bored and decides to cook something too]

[Hero Sylvia starts a fire]

[Hero Sylvia takes out a Desert-Sour Fruit]

[Hero Sylvia begins roasting the Desert-Sour Fruit]

The existence of extraordinary power greatly reduces cooking time.

In just over ten minutes, Xu Xi has completed four dishes and a soup. The table is full, the aroma rich and appetizing.

Red roasted meat paired with crisp green vegetables.

A fragrant hot soup paired with refreshing mushrooms.

Just a glance is enough to imagine the delicate texture and savory taste.

“Not bad—my skills haven’t dulled,” Xu Xi said, nodding slightly as he watched the steam rising from the table.

All in all, it was a very successful meal.

The only flaw was the charred fruit on the edge of the table—its skin cracked and blackened, revealing the burnt pulp inside.

“Sylvia, this is…”

“Master Sorcerer, I wanted to try my hand at cooking too,” the girl explained.

She wanted to taste the Desert-Sour Fruit she roasted herself—just to see if it really was that bad.

“Master Sorcerer, to be honest, I was actually pretty confident in roasting these fruits,” Sylvia said with a smile, gently taking a bite of the charred fruit.

“…”

“…”

Sylvia quietly put the fruit down.

“Master Sorcerer, could you… pretend I didn’t say any of that…? It’s a little embarrassing…”

[Sylvia really enjoys your cooking]

[Rich in flavor, delicious beyond belief—it’s an experience she never imagined before]

[If possible, Sylvia would want to eat your cooking every day, but the effect of Flesh Regeneration is too short to support a normal life]

[One hour ends]

[Under your gaze, Sylvia’s body returns once again to a skeleton]

[She carefully folds her clothes, retrieves her armor from her spatial ring, puts it on, wraps herself in bandages, dons her cloak, and returns to her usual appearance]

[You approach her]

[You apologize]

[You say you haven’t yet found a way to restore her body permanently]

“It’s okay, Master Sorcerer.”

“This is already more than enough…”

“To occasionally return to normal for one hour and eat your cooking—I think I’m already incredibly lucky.”

Sylvia’s eyes shimmered with a gentle smile.

Maybe because Xu Xi had just seen her full appearance,

now, when looking at her familiar skeletal face, he didn’t find it lacking.

Instead, it felt like the final piece of the puzzle had been completed.

“Sylvia.”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“You look very beautiful right now.”

“!!!”

Xu Xi’s gaze was warm. He reached out and pinched her cheek.

The beauty within her soul was just a bit too dazzling.

[Year 31 of the simulation. You are 48 years old]

[The Tower of Salvation continues flying to more regions]

[Barren, silent, filled with wandering undead]

[Time confirms your suspicions. Now, besides your Tower of Salvation, almost no other life remains in the sorcerer world]

[Maybe a few powerful sorcerers still hide in the most remote corners]

[But their numbers are extremely few]

[You look up at the black sun in the sky, then down at the desolate earth, and compare it to the bright and peaceful interior of the tower—you can’t help but feel the contrast is too stark]

[A name once given in jest now seems to have become reality]

[Carrying countless lives, plants, and magical beasts, the Tower of Salvation is like a mythical Noah’s Ark, sailing toward an unknown destiny]

[Year 33 of the simulation. You are 50 years old]

[Your soul has become even more refined]

[The interference power of a Four-Ring Sorcerer shines uniquely in your hands]

[You have learned several complex, profound spells]

[From time to time, you cast Flesh Regeneration on Sylvia, letting her escape from the silence of undeath and express her feelings in a living form]

[At first, the hero wandered around the tower]

[Later, she chose to stay by your side]

[When you asked why, Sylvia said she wanted to help you however she could—to lighten your burden]

[You were touched by her words]

[You noticed that each time Sylvia’s body was restored, she would wear a different outfit]

[Each outfit had a unique style, and you found them all striking—but what stayed in your memory was always the deep, gemlike green of her eyes]

[You believed the brilliance within her—like a gemstone—outshone everything else]

[At some point—perhaps after she sensed your thoughts—Sylvia stopped changing her outfits so often]

[Instead, she made the white dress from her first transformation her usual attire: elegant, beautiful, and confident]

“Sylvia, maybe you should spend your time doing something more meaningful.”

“Master Sorcerer, I think what I’m doing now is meaningful enough.”

Top floor of the Tower of Salvation.

Inside Xu Xi’s private research chamber.

Xu Xi was modifying the tower’s core intelligence system. Sylvia stood at his side, helping him calculate spell formulas and offering inspiration.

Her platinum hair shimmered lightly in the wind—beauty displayed only for Xu Xi to see.

She wasn’t wasting the precious one hour of Flesh Regeneration.

Sylvia had always been doing the most meaningful thing—

From the very beginning.

And always.

[Year 34 of the simulation. You are 51 years old]

[The Tower of Salvation reached the former Dragon Valley—a gathering place for dragons in the sorcerer world, now reduced to a land of scattered bones]

[You were attacked by a bone dragon]

[Strangely, your attacks were extremely effective against it. You easily countered and killed it]

[The hero stood frozen, her sword just drawn]

[Year 36 of the simulation. You are 53 years old]

[The once-in-a-decade Undead Tide strikes again. New monsters appear across the sorcerer world. You prepare early, unleashing a torrent of firepower from the tower to harvest massive soul flames]

[Formidable undead appear frequently]

[Even with you in command, the tower’s barriers were breached multiple times]

[Year 37 of the simulation. You are 54 years old]

[You make breakthroughs in cross-plane travel research and obtain partial intelligence on the Endless Underworld]