[Random world being generated…..]
[Low-level cultivation world generated.]
[Random talent choice being generated.]
[Please select 2 out of 5 talents.]
[1. Son of the richest person in the vige.
2. A little-high level of aptitude for your age.
3. Deformed body.
4. Born as a demon race.
5. Low-level proficiency in the sword. ]
I choose 1 and 2 since it''s a cultivation world having a rich family will make me have a good start and with high aptitude, I won''t have problems learning various things.
[Simtion started.]
I could feel my legs and arms being shortened.
Well, I became a baby, I was sucking milk from a mature woman, probably she was my mom in the simtion.
I yed along, ording to my understanding I just need to survive and grow~
<< first year passed, you could speak fluently at just the age of 1, the parents were impressed and hired a special tutor for you.>>
<<5 years passed, you have shown remarkable growth, everyone is impressed by you and your name is famous in the entire vige as the first genius.>>
<<At age of 6 you decided to learn swordsmanship, you showed a talent for cultivation, and your father invited some people from a renounced sect, saying you were born to be a cultivation wizard.>>
<<When you were 7 years old, people from the cultivation sect came to check if what your father said was true.>>
I was very happy, even though it was a simtion, the feeling of having such a great start was intoxicating.
<<You sessfully passed the test but the very next day you were attacked by an enemy sect as they can''t allow a genius to appear in their rival sect.>>
<<Your family guards were no match for the powerful cultivators and were ughtered mercilessly.>>
[Ding! The simtion ended, total time of survival was 7 years and 1 month. Calcting reward….]
[5% increase in strength of small realm.]
[Cooldown period 1 day] (With the admin option you can bypass it.)
I felt my consciousness return to the room I was in.
I was sitting in the same chair when I felt very little pure energy entering my body.
''This should be my reward.''
Because my move at decapitating Louis was blocked, I was not able to fully sublimate my strength, as a result, my realm was stabilized in thete fourth order.
With this reward, I felt my strength once again reaching the fifth-order.
Even though 7 years have passed inside the simtion, only 20 minutes have passed in the real world.
"This is interesting but the drawback is the rewards are not that much. The increase in strength brought by the system seems too little", I murmured to myself.
Selena had already returned to rest in my shadow while I was in the simtion.
It was alreadyte at night but I decided to once again use the simtion.
The same procedures were repeated all over again.
I chose the same talents- 1 and 2.
This time I was careful so as to not reveal my monstrous aptitude, so I decided to secretly grow up.<novelsnext></novelsnext>
I knew if I showed any remarkable quality, my parents would once again blow the trumpet inside the entire vige praising me endlessly.
<<By the age of 6 you secretly learned various things from the books you purchased with your excess pocket money.>>
As I grew old, I decided it was time to learn somebat abilities to feel secure.
<<You secretly bought a swordsmanship book and started learning it.>>
<<Within a year you have learned basic sword movements.>>
<<By the age of 7, your family was secretly attacked by a group of bandits who coverted your family''s wealth.>>
<<Caught amidst the sudden attack, you fought bravely but you were no match for the muscr bandits.>>
[You died, Simtion ended.]
[Reward 2% increase in strength of a small realm.]
"Fuck died again?"
This time I didn''t even feel any gain in strength, the reward was way too stingy.
This time half an hour had passed in the real world.
"Damn! I don''t believe in this evil. Let''s start the simtion once again."
Because of thews of the system, the techniques and abilities from the real world can''t be used in the simtion world and vice-versa.
With my privilege as admin, I overrode the cooldown restriction and started the simtion once again.
This time I decided to be even more careful.
I even started learning swordsmanship at the age of 5 secretly.
This time with my own private pocket money I hired some sturdy house guards so that bandits won''t pose a threat to me.
<<You are now 7 years old, and have mastered various skills like painting, calligraphy, and poetry. Your parents are impressed and said that you should be tested for cultivation talent but you decisively refused. You told them when the time will be right, you shall directly enroll in a cultivation sect.>>
This time I won''t make the same mistake, once people from the cultivation sect came to my house the news of a genius will spread in no time and those rival sects will definitely take action to kill me.
<<You are now 10 years old, tomorrow you will visit the cultivation sect to take part in the yearly enrollment.>>
<<At night, your family was attacked by arge number of people from surrounding viges. They said your father is a corrupt official who takes high taxes from them. Even though your father was not guilty, the vigers didn''t care about it. The seeds of rebellion had long changed them. The sturdy house guards you hired directly ran away after seeing hundreds of vigers with various tools like shovels and axes in their hands.>>
<<You were no match against such arge crowd and were silenced overnight.>>
[Simtion ended. Total survival time 10 years, 2 months. Reward- 2% increase in strength of small realm.]
I returned to reality.
I had ck lines all over my forehead.
"Fuck died again!"
"Why the heck can''t I survive? I was even extra careful this time.."
This time again the reward was almost non-existing for me. The increase in strength was almost negligible.
I saw the number of attempts per month which were now only 13 left from the previous 16.
"No, this can''t go on like this."
"If things go like this then I will just waste my time."
Even though I was tangled, it was gettingte.
I decided to first get a good night''s sleep before thinking over what to do in the early morning.