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

Chapter 328:

In the second year of the simulation, Xu Xi met Sylvia, who was saving a village.

In the sixth year of the simulation, when the undead tide erupted, Xu Xi took Sylvia away from the desolate Crowfield territory.

Now, it is the tenth year of the simulation.

It has been eight years since Xu Xi met Sylvia, and they have traveled together for four years.

Time is elusive, light, and silent.

But when memories and past experiences are added to it, time gains a unique weight.

Every time one recalls it, thoughts sink deeper, immersing in the past again and again, making it hard to escape.

“Boom—”

“Boom—”

Xu Xi raised his hand and released a first-ring spell, Cleansing Wind.

The gentle wind swept up dust and sand, clearing the desolate ruins.

The sorcerer world was now filled with abandoned lands like this, and Xu Xi had chosen this place as a temporary site for his breakthrough.

Thanks to the effects of Interwoven Life and Death and Soul Collector, otherwise, the speed at which my soul grows, as well as the refinement of my personal truth, would not be this fast.

The pitch-black sun seemed to be drenched in thick ink.

Xu Xi could not see a shred of light.

Before entering seclusion, he gazed at the black sun, recalling his years of simulated experiences.

He remembered every detail of this journey clearly, like the time Sylvia, determined to become stronger, practiced tirelessly with her sword. Her bones wore down severely, and she had to shyly ask Xu Xi to repair them.

Back then, Sylvia had lowered her head, too ashamed to know where to place her hands.

Or two years ago, when Xu Xi took Sylvia deep into the once-famous Magic Beast Mountains.

That place had once been home to high-ranking magical beasts and powerful five-colored dragons. In Sylvia’s era, it had been the origin of countless legends.

Even though it had been eroded by the aura of the Netherworld, the Magic Beast Mountains had withered and fallen silent.

Yet, Sylvia had still been excited, raising the knight’s sword that Xu Xi had gifted her and shouting the embarrassing line, “Brave Warrior Sylvia, charge!”

It was contradictory.

She was the one who had shouted it, yet afterward, she curled up in a corner, feeling too embarrassed that Xu Xi had heard her.

Over the years, Xu Xi and Sylvia had traveled through ruins of kingdoms, witnessed the fall of sorcerer factions, and walked across lands littered with the bones of humans, elves, beastmen, goblins, and other races.

It was as if they were writing a true epic of a brave warrior.

Throughout this journey, Sylvia had followed Xu Xi, witnessing a greater world and helping those in suffering within her ability.

Without realizing it, Sylvia had grown immensely, undergoing significant changes.

Xu Xi glanced to his right.

The knight in gray-silver armor stood quietly, waiting.

“Then, Sylvia, I leave it to you.”

“Please rest assured, Master Sorcerer.”

After so many years, Sylvia’s temperament had become much more composed, no longer as fragile as before.

Rather than calling it growth, Xu Xi felt that “restoration” was more accurate.

The current Sylvia was the true Emerald of Crowfield.

The determination in her eyes made that emerald-like green shine even brighter. When she blinked, it was like ripples spreading across a clear lake—pure and flawless.

Her fingers stretched within her silver armor, and when she curved them around the sword hilt, the arc-shaped plates on the back of her hand moved in sync, resembling the shifting phases of the moon, displaying the beauty of enchanted metal craftsmanship.

Elegant and graceful.

Precise and resolute.

She needed no excessive adornment. Her brown half-cloak and gray-silver armor alone were enough to give her presence. Even though she was an incomplete undead, her aura was noble.

Xu Xi smiled. “Mm, I trust you, Sylvia.”

“You have never disappointed me.”

After checking the sky to confirm there was no risk of thunderstorms, Xu Xi took out a sorcery tome and handed it to Sylvia, who looked puzzled.

“Master Sorcerer, this is…?”

“A trigger-type enchanted book that contains pre-recorded spells. It can help you block sound and provide light.”

“Eh? But I shouldn’t need that… right?”

Sylvia cleared her throat, trying to maintain her dignity as a knight.

But under Xu Xi’s calm gaze, she quickly admitted defeat, obediently taking the enchanted book.

The soft rustling of metal against the book’s cover was unexpectedly pleasant.

Only then did Xu Xi feel reassured, turning and walking into the depths of the ruins to begin his secluded breakthrough in peace.

Sylvia remained where she was, holding the enchanted book in one arm and gripping her knight’s sword in the other. She watched as Xu Xi’s figure disappeared into the distance.

Then, she lowered her gaze, looking down at the book in her arms.

Her expression softened.

A faint warmth stirred within her.

“Master Sorcerer… really is a good person.”

Once again, the girl had granted Xu Xi a “good person card.”

…

“The sorcerer system is similar to the magic system, but at its core, they are fundamentally different.”

“The key to magic lies in controlling elements with mental power, using them to leverage the world and ultimately becoming the master of its laws.”

“The key to sorcery, however, revolves entirely around the soul—learning, elevating, and transforming. Elements are merely one aspect of perception.”

“In other words,”

“Sorcerers analyze the world’s essence through the lens of the soul.”

“Until they refine everything, unify knowledge and the soul, and achieve eternal immortality.”

Deep within the ruins, the light was dim and difficult to discern.

Xu Xi released several Sorcerer’s Eyes, using them as temporary sources of illumination.

Then, his sorcerer’s staff floated in front of him in a horizontal position.

Maintaining its stability, it etched and released several second-ring auxiliary spells—spells to eliminate noise, protect his body, and keep his mind calm.

“Over the years, with the help of Soul Collector, my soul has already reached its limit. What I truly lack now is the refinement of my personal truth.”

Xu Xi lightly grasped his sorcerer’s staff and sat cross-legged on the ground, resting it nearby.

“My understanding of the world, the logic of all things, and my perception of myself.”

“Compared to magic, the sorcerer system emphasizes the individuality of the practitioner even more.”

“Only by maintaining a clear understanding of oneself, distinct from the world, can one take an observer’s perspective to witness its wonders.”

Xu Xi sat in silent contemplation.

His mind flashed rapidly through all his experiences—both from the real world and from his travels in the sorcerer world—all knowledge related to third-ring sorcerers.

For an ordinary person starting from nothing, refining one’s truth was incredibly difficult.

But Xu Xi was different.

“From my previous simulations, I have already gained clarity of mind. Now, all I need to do is integrate my experiences in the sorcerer world to refine a truth that aligns with its laws.”

Xu Xi spoke confidently.

A smile appeared on his face as his soul power activated all the runes of his spells.

Through countless simulations, taking advantage of countless opportunities, Xu Xi had been growing all along.

“Erase.”

All sorceries engraved on his soul, except for his innate talent, vanished entirely.

His soul returned to a state of purity.

Yet, paradoxically, it burned even brighter than before.

His past, his experiences, and his thoughts all took on tangible forms, continuously merging into his purified soul.

With his soul as the core, he refined all aspects of himself, forming a brand-new perspective—one that stood apart from the vast world.

This was the first and most fundamental step for mortals to ascend to immortality in the sorcerer system.