Chapter 371: Simulation Universe 2.0

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In Song Shuhang's world, July 20, 2019, Saturday.

Inside a villa in the Jiang Nan university district.

The dog demon King Dou Dou tried to kick Song Shuhang's head off with its paws, but then thought better of it—this was the future Dao, so it owed him some respect—so it used all four legs to kick the metal helmet instead, then bit a pillow from the side and placed it underneath.

"The Emperor Dou has returned! Huangshan Da Sha, come out and greet me at once!!!"

King Dou Dou rushed to the computer desk, logged into its account, and began its daily lurking, but immediately typed a line:

"Let's be clear—if you ban me and prevent this Emperor from delivering the latest news from the Great Enlightened White Zunzhe Su Lin, you bear the consequences!"

If it delayed matters, the cost would be too high.

When Bai White Zunzhe left, it sensed something was off, but hadn't run away yet because Song Shuhang was still here, and as a 'player,' it hadn't taken it too seriously.

But now things were different—it had only one account in the Jiuzhou Chat Group; if Huangshan banned its account, it could no longer deliver Su Lin's message.

Stupid Song could never be released from the game, nor could he log in with his account.

The submerged Huangshan Zhenjun logged on: "What news? Don't tease, King Dou Dou."

King Dou Dou: "Simulation Universe 2.0 is open for public testing!!!"

Lord of the Snow Wolf Cave: "?"

Tongxuan White Zunzhe sent only one character: "?"

Yuruizi of Lingdie Island: "!!!"

Beihe Sanren: "?!"

One sentence stirred a thousand waves; group members who had casually joined could no longer sit still.

"Where are you, Huangshan Da Sha? Come quick and pick me up!" King Dou Dou messaged:

"White Zunzhe Su Lin has created the head-mounted device and specifically requested you to distribute the helmets."

"By the way, this public test has a completely different universe setting! A new power system has been introduced!"

"That villa of the Pharmacist, right?!" Kuangdao Sanlang: "I'm already at your doorstep!"

"It's only been a few days?! Didn't White Zunzhe Su Lin say it would take over a decade?!" Huangshan Zhenjun didn't care anymore: "You're with Shuhang, right? I'm coming now—keep the gear safe and don't hand it to Sanlang first."

Huangshan Zhenjun had no time to argue with King Dou Dou—he summoned his flying shuttle to depart, but found his sleeve being tugged.

"Guhe."

"If you don't give me the first helmet, I'll cut ties with you."

"Are you a child?!"

"It's truly remarkable." After studying it for a while, Huangshan Zhenjun understood the mechanism of the 'artifact' in his hand:

"Using a sliver of true spirit as a guide, like entering a dream, to draw the consciousness over?"

"The safety is reassuring too—White Zunzhe Su Lin has thought of everything."

"By the way, Masters, Daoists, could you please lower the ceiling from the sky?"

The roof of the third floor of this villa had long been torn off; all cultivators who heard the rumors—whether or not they were members of Jiuzhou Group One—had gathered in groups around the Jiang Nan university district.

Had the queue for the first Simulation Universe entry not been so long, these cultivators would have bought up the entire villa district and transformed it with arrays—today, this place might have made headlines for unidentified flying objects.

"Stop dawdling, Huangshan! Hand out the helmets!" Qiuxiu White Zunzhe urged.

Lizhi Xianzi glared at Huangshan and said:

"Huangshan, why can't you just hand them out so we can study them ourselves? Could White Zunzhe Su Lin possibly harm us?!"

"Please, Huangshan Zhenjun!" Kuang Dao Sanlang fled from the Confucian cultivators' camp:

"Let me go home! I haven't returned to Simulation Universe for six days, seven hours, and thirty-nine minutes!"

"Confucianism is no place for humans!!!"

Due to his previous actions, Kuang Dao Sanlang had been captured by Confucian cultivators three days after the celebration banquet and was now being "invited"—under the excuse of being a chosen one of the Confucian Sage—to "experience" the daily life of a Confucian cultivator, under the watch of Henghuo Zhenjun and others.

"Please remain calm." Huangshan Zhenjun, under the pressure of the crowd, examined the helmet and asked King Dou Dou:

"Did White Zunzhe Su Lin specify any distribution rules? Is this for Jiuzhou Group One members only, or for all cultivators?"

King Dou Dou thought back and said: "White Zunzhe Su Lin only said this matter was entrusted to you to handle and arrange—he didn't mention anything else."

Huangshan Zhenjun nodded and pressed further: "How did the Simulation Universe's development accelerate so much?"

King Dou Dou froze, bared its teeth, puzzled why Huangshan Da Sha was asking so many questions, then said:

"White Zunzhe Su Lin used some hidden cards… uh… I don't know the details, but he sped up development, and now there's a far more novel power system—apparently brought over from another realm."

"This time, there are even more Grade Eight weapons as game rewards."

"I see. I understand." Huangshan Zhenjun straightened his back, looking at the cultivators gathered around the villa, and said:

"The novel cultivation method we obtained last time benefited everyone greatly, didn't it?"

"White Zunzhe Su Lin didn't specify, but we mustn't be disrespectful—everyone, contribute as you see fit."

At these words, everyone began rummaging through their storage bags.

A faint glow of ash burned in the deep void of the cosmos.

Telling of the primordial, at the moment the universe was forged from chaos.

Amidst the orbiting Cradle of Stars, witnessing

The true scene of cosmic creation.

In that darkness, that faint flicker of fire leapt—just an instant—and grew into a savage blade of light, tearing through the star-river.

The dimensional rifts surrounding the Solar System were sliced open by hellish rainbow light, revealing countless artificial extradimensions—like bubbles—clinging to Earth's outer edge.

Even as they shattered under the power of annihilation, countless new bubbles reappeared the next second.

"I truly should have destroyed them along with the Solar System."

"The future of this universe is also unclear…"

The Golden King frowned upon seeing it—the massive door, seemingly crafted solely to provoke, appeared before the Galactic Federation's expeditionary fleet; it was the only entrance.

"Interesting."

Under the leadership of the Star-Class Golden Vimalakirti, numerous organized starships began their expedition toward the extradimensional rift. "Carry, O White Zunzhe of Chaldea, I grant you permission to join this operation."

"Be grateful."

As Gilgamesh smirked playfully, he waved his hand—and Tenzan Lixiang and the other servants of Chaldea instantly appeared inside another vessel.

"Are you going to use us as cannon fodder, you tyrant?!" Ishtar yelled, slapping the monitor. "Go yourself if you want to!"

All that remained for everyone was the ever-changing starfield beyond the window, and the vessel accelerating into motion.

And appearing amid the star-sea—

A blade storm.

Inside the cold, steel construct, a supercomputer capable of simulating the future of any galaxy operated in silence; apart from footsteps, no other sound existed.

"You truly show no mercy, even after fusing with the universal human history's spiritual foundation," said Qin Shi Huang as he entered the cabin, watching the Cosmic Gilgamesh gazing at the starry expanse beyond the vast window, surrounded by alien flora.

"Is this wise? Leaving Tenzan Lixiang here would serve a greater purpose."

Gilgamesh shook his head, glancing back at the newcomer, and said coldly:

"You must have sensed it—both you and I have been influenced by something."

"This vortex, even by the standards of multiversal crises, should not have occurred so abruptly."

"There's no sense of ritual whatsoever!!!"

"Indeed," Qin Shi Huang nodded, smiling.

"But I have no better solution—the connection to the Immortal Realm has been severed. It's vexing. Now even I am forced to participate in this affair."

"Though one might explain it with defensive mechanisms, that explanation is too strained."

"What will you do, King Gilgamesh? How does it feel to be a pawn?"

Everything had been too logically inevitable.

Only now, having fused with the spiritual foundation of universal human history and the ordinary universe, had he noticed certain anomalies—viewed from their perspective, the actions and conclusions of the Chaldea group were far too logical.

Yes, that was precisely the problem.

Indeed, based on current evidence, whether the utterly irrational "Weigong Shilang" or the beings he brought, their behavior thus far, along with the information provided by Jiang Ziya—all of it corroborated that this world faced an unprecedented enemy.

The story and power depicted on the disc had fused with the arrival, identities, and inexplicable actions of these beings to an absurd degree.

Yet precisely because of this, the attitudes and behaviors of those "Consumers" were precisely what clashed with the current reality.

If Weigong Shilang and his kind are treated as the opposing player in this game, then all of us are merely pieces executing their moves.

"Hah!" Gilgamesh sneered, summoning the Enki, a sword unlike any form tied to universal human history; as its blade spun, a deep fissure seemed to swirl with infinite nebulae:

"Of course, I shall act entirely according to my own will!"

"What do you say, Qin Shi Huang? Will you join me in a grand rampage, wielding all your accumulated power over ten thousand years?!"

"I have no interest in such matters," Qin Shi Huang replied. "Frankly, your approach is irrational. The wisest strategy would be to retreat now or eliminate the unstable elements." He raised his hand, summoning a pool of liquid metal that swiftly formed an ancient-style high-backed dragon throne; as he sat, the pearl curtains of his crown swayed.

"The rage of a fool is to bang his head against the ground!"

"I am Qin Shi Huang! Bathed in eternal glory, I forge an everlasting imperial legacy. Where my iron steeds tread, all becomes the territory of the Immortal Qin. Within the cosmos, all star-sea clans bow their heads. I awaken barbaric stars; within my borders, all lands become paradises."

Before the Emperor finished speaking, outside the flagship, countless streams of black steel surged into interstellar transit mode, stretching into endless streaks of light, like a rain of stars falling together.

"Let the lofty gods bear witness—to the wrath of the Immortal Qin."

The "Eternal Glory" set has been loaded.

The "Novice Armor" category has been recorded.

Set to be claimed from NPC blacksmith 【Weigong】 at the "All-Heaven Elven Line."

Claim condition: Complete the novice quest (Save the NPC elf girl Messia).

"Has there been no word from Weigong Shilang yet?" Su Lin murmured, placing the final newly forged novice gear inside, chin in hand. "Did I go too hard? That shouldn't be."

"Even if time flows differently, nothing moves this fast," said Kleine, gripping his staff tighter as he stared at the central sand table of Yu Xu Gong, where tens of thousands of miniature extradimensional spaces floated, marked by red spheres indicating invasions.

"I don't doubt that if you're pushed far enough, you could erase every Parallel World—but you don't truly intend to destroy the entire universe, do you?"

"I am not the Great Will, nor a Transcendent—I merely wield a fraction of His power. Yet from my current perspective, I always feel..." Su Lin's words trailed off as gears behind him began turning; tiny fragments once again flew in from beyond the universe.

"Will I claim fragments from the world destroyed by Nimer?"

"Trouble. The gathering speed is faster than before."

Fragments of the Primordial God Karos, who were also among the "Transcendents" created by Karos, continuously collected fragments of the Primordial God Karos.

"For the coming period, I must divert part of my attention and power to oppose Karos's fragments," Su Lin told the others.

"This way, I can prolong the time I can use this power."

"You are all players, so you needn't worry about safety—just organize teams to entertain them. I will remain on this Earth; if any force beyond the rules arrives, I will intervene."

"Nothing else to remind you of. Lastly—remember to pay your taxes."

Ye Fan nodded, and with Duan De, Pang Bo, and others, dragged a pile of containers filled with weapons toward the exit.

Xiao Yan summoned Yao Lao, and together with Han Li, began preparing a new Alchemist Guild.

Yi Leina walked over, holding a stack of magic tomes, her face filled with astonishment: "These—all are for me?!"

Su Lin gave a slight nod to Yi Leina and said:

"These differ from the heavenly mandate enhancements and other knowledge I acquired before. I've temporarily gained knowledge of Arad Continent's Yuansu magic, summoning magic, and puppet-making techniques—miscellaneous, everything, but much of it is incomplete, and the systems are not fully formed."

"Same as always—learn it, then teach me."

"First, take others who are interested, and the women of the Weigong household, and teach them."

"These are too precious... and how long will I have to teach them?" Yi Leina stared at the tomes, which even included extradimensional magic, and paused. "I'll think of a suitable reward for you."

Lu Mingfei, seeing this, smirked slightly.

Su Lin turned to Kleine, who had been about to speak but had clamped his lips shut, and said: "Take him away."

"I feel terrible about having you sign this indenture contract." Su Lin pulled out a scroll, pointing to the empty spaces below three names, and smiled: "My mistake—sign this friendship contract instead."

"!?" Yi Leina shrank back, quickly shaking her head: "My world needs peace! I'll go get you the magic to adjust the crossing time and link the Parallel World!"

"Tsk." Su Lin clicked his tongue and said to Li Huowang and the others:

"I'll remain in the external world. You can use this opportunity to enter the dimensional rift and continue honing your abilities. The strong ones from the Servant Universes can be utilized."

Seeing Su Lin have everything arranged, Song Shuhang silently praised in his heart:

'At this moment, Senior Su Lin unexpectedly has the aura of a reliable senior.'

The moment this thought arose, Su Lin's eyes lit up as he raised his arm toward the appearing silhouette: "Well, if it isn't Chen Nan? Long time no see. Take off your clothes—let me take a look at your Divine Tomb inside."