Look at My Silver Tongue

[Death Omen: After experiencing countless deaths, you possessed a perception of danger far beyond that of ordinary people.]

Unfortunately, He Zhao had no time to inspect it. After holding out for four days the first time, he was skewered into a hedgehog by ten javelins.

He had dodged nine wooden javelins in total. With only the last one remaining, he would have been able to counterattack and see the mastermind at last!

"Whoosh—"

He looked up!

His arms abruptly pushed off the ground, launching him upward.

He desperately craned his neck, like a fish flopping onto dry land, looking utterly ridiculous.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The first was the sound of his back slamming into a javelin. The second was the deafening crash of the final javelin from the hunter lurking in the shadows grazing past his throat and embedding itself in the wall.

"My turn!"

Ruthless He Zhao's eyes were bloodshot, crimson veins twisting through them as though blood might drip out at any moment. He glared viciously toward the spot from which the javelin had flown.

"Swish!"

He swiftly scrambled up from the ground and charged toward the hunter like a madman.

At the same time, he did not forget to grab the steel blade leaning nearby.

Today, either you died or I did!

His hatred surged forth as though it had taken substance.

"Ah!!"

With that furious roar, he unleashed potential unlike anything he had ever shown before.

In the darkness, his intuition seemed to lock on. The premonition in his heart burned like a volcano—thirty meters directly ahead, the hunter was hiding there.

Three seconds!

In merely three seconds, He Zhao actually rushed to the destination his premonition had indicated.

Within the shadows, a person whose skin was gray and decayed from head to toe entered his sight.

The other party was very surprised!

The vagrant had dodged all ten homemade javelins one by one. Even more unbelievable was that during a mere three seconds of stunned hesitation, the prey had actually delivered itself to his door. Was there really such a good thing?

"Die!"

Endless hatred erupted from He Zhao's eyes as he gripped the blade with both hands and hacked downward.

This slash benefited from the special talent [Endure Hunger]. Four days of endurance had allowed him to retain abundant stamina, delivering a powerful, heavy blow.

"Clang!!"

The blade struck the hunter's skull, and He Zhao felt an enormous recoil travel through it, making both his arms go numb.

With a clang, the steel blade fell to the ground.

"???"

Could this guy's skull possibly be made of steel?

Whatever. I'll bite you to death, you bastard.

He Zhao stepped forward, hugged the hunter tightly, then opened his mouth and bit down on the other party's throat.

Didn't you enjoy pinning through my throat?

Today, I'm fucking going to let you have a taste of it.

"Clang!"

Ruthless He Zhao stood there utterly dumbfounded. He spat, and five or six broken teeth mixed with blood came out together.

Looking again at the hunter's throat, there was only a row of teeth marks left on it.

The two stared into each other's eyes, and He Zhao revealed a smile uglier than crying.

"Crunch!"

The hunter smiled as well, then bit down on his throat.

"Pant, pant, pant."

[Congratulations, you survived for 4 days. After a grueling game of 1, 2, 3 Wooden Man, you finally saw with your own eyes the hunter who had ambushed and killed you dozens of times. You died with your wish fulfilled.]

[Rating: F+.]

[Kills: Xuandu Army New Recruit Infantry (1), vagrant (1).]

[Reward: 15 Simulation Coins (rating), 1 Simulation Coin (kills).]

[Would you like to replay your simulated life?]

[My Wallet: 195 Simulation Coins.]

He Zhao—deliveryman edition—awoke with a start in his own large bed.

He glanced at the time on his phone—00:00:55.

He had died more than sixty times, yet less than a second had passed in total.

"What the hell kind of monster was that?"

Good grief. He had slashed the thing across the head, and not only was it completely unharmed, the recoil had numbed his hands so badly that he could not even hold the blade.

Biting its throat had been no different from biting an iron block. Aside from leaving a row of teeth marks and breaking five or six of his own teeth, the other guy had not felt a thing.

Simulator, a boss like that appearing in a 1-Simulation-Coin Admission Ticket? You're going bankrupt, you bastard!!

"You think I've got no way to deal with you? Hmph!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he began browsing the important notifications in the upper-left corner of his vision.

Ordinary notifications were generally written in white and could be ignored; they were basically all nonsense. Important notifications, on the other hand, were displayed in eye-catching red, as though reminding him not to forget to check them.

[Congratulations, you have independently awakened a talent!]

[Death Omen: After experiencing countless deaths, you possess a perception of danger far beyond that of ordinary people. (This talent can be brought into Simulation Scenarios and does not require additional Simulation Coins.)]

[Simulation Coins have accumulated to 100. The Past Life Mall has unlocked a new item. (Happy spending!)]

"Hm?"

A new item? Let me take a look.

[Special Talent—Endure Hunger. Price: 100 Simulation Coins.]

Good stuff!

This thing was too overpowered. He had gone four days without food or water and could still maintain abundant stamina—and four days was clearly not even the limit.

But were they butchering a pig here or what?

He would not consider it for now. He would wait until he cleared the vagrant opening first!

He continued checking the notifications.

[Because you have died one hundred times without clearing the Simulation Scenario, you have awakened the special talent—Indomitable Through Hundred Deaths!]

[Indomitable Through Hundred Deaths: Resist death, stay far from death. Even after suffering fatal injuries, you can continue fighting bravely without being affected in the slightest. The duration of resistance depends on the fatal injury. (Death has been moved by your relentless, shameless spirit. It has truly never seen a player who could keep suffering after dying a hundred times.)]

He Zhao revealed a bitter smile. This talent truly had been earned through death.

Most normal people would resist entering the Past Life Simulator after dying a few times. No one was a masochist.

Just look at all the ways Ruthless He Zhao had died: beheaded with a single slash, arrows piercing his chest, a steel blade splitting his face, killed in a sneak attack, drowned while fording water, hacked to death by a rain of blades, shot to death by a rain of arrows, a javelin through the throat, and finally, his hundredth death—bitten to death in one bite.

What Past Life Simulator? This was clearly He Zhao's hundred fancy ways to die!

"I got it through my own ability, so why should I be embarrassed? Pah! I should be happy, because I just freeloaded another special talent from the Simulator."

"Relying on my own strength, I can't kill the hunter. But... isn't there the Xuandu Army?"

Excitedly, He Zhao ignored the words from his last entry into the Simulator.

[Life After Life, Endless Joy!]

"Kill!"

"Run! The Xuandu Army is here!"

This time, He Zhao did not choose to play dead. Instead, he remained standing where he was.

"Neighhh!!"

The shrill cries of horses rang out as a squad of ten cavalrymen charged over.

"Shing!"

Curved Sabers left their sheaths. He Zhao shamelessly collapsed onto the ground, perfectly portraying a vagrant terrified of death.

For the rating, there was nothing shameful about it!

"Don't kill me! I have important intelligence!!"

A sharp steel blade instantly rose, passing over He Zhao's scalp. As strands of hair drifted down, the cavalry squad wheeled around and stopped before him.

"Speak!"

"There's a monster in the village! Dead, they're all dead. That thing is terrifying. Everyone it set its eyes on died." He Zhao covered his face and wept, a crafty gleam flashing through his eyes.

I'm a man who has studied the Thirty-Six Stratagems. This is it, this is it. It'll definitely be stable this time.

I can't beat you, but can't the Elite Cavalry beat you?

Immediately afterward, with snot and tears streaming down his face, he described in detail the precious intelligence he had obtained through more than sixty deaths.

"No wonder an entire squad of Black Armored Elite was wiped out here. So a Corpse Demon appeared in this place." The Cavalry Captain looked at the ruined walls and broken remains, sighing with some fear.

Once he finished speaking, he made a hand signal.

Kill!

The cavalryman standing before He Zhao nodded and swung his blade at He Zhao, who had diverted calamity eastward.