My Spirit Is a Simulator

Slaughter City, a sinful place steeped in evil.

Its Hell Slaughter Arena was even bloodier and crueler.

Every opening of the Hell Slaughter Arena was accompanied by slaughter. Few people managed to survive it. (Written based on the anime. When the Slaughter Envoy introduced the outer city's residents to Tang San in the anime, she mentioned that some of them were failures from the arena!)

No one wanted to become a failure. A failure would have all their Soul Power extracted and crippled, then be cast into the outer city of Slaughter City.

Although the outer city was not as dangerous as the inner city and offered the Slaughter King's protection, residents had to contribute two cups of Yellow Spring Dew to Slaughter City every month. They could only cling miserably to life; it was truly worse than death.

Yet to leave a place like Slaughter City, filled with slaughter and danger, one had to participate in a hundred Hell Slaughter Arena matches and achieve a hundred consecutive victories before earning the right to challenge for departure.

"Kill!"

"Rip him apart!"

"Good, that's it, chop him down!"

"..."

Today, another Hell Slaughter Arena match was underway. Ten Soul Masters fought savagely atop the enormous arena, while the surrounding spectators shouted excitedly in support.

No one pitied those who died up there, because everyone in Slaughter City had to enter the Hell Slaughter Arena eventually.

If they pitied the people up there, then who would pity them when their turn came?

Almost no one here knew whether they would survive their next Hell Slaughter Arena match. So they delayed when they could, played when they could, and indulged themselves to the fullest.

When they were not participating in the arena themselves, they regarded themselves as mere spectators and thoroughly enjoyed the slaughter within the Hell Slaughter Arena.

"The winner of this Hell Slaughter Arena match is contestant No. 6018!"

With that announcement, only one Soul Master remained standing in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

He was a relatively young Soul Master, with black hair and black eyes, sword-like brows, and bright eyes. His face, which should have been handsome and refined, was now covered in icy severity, yet he had lost none of his charm.

Mu Ge, eighteen years old, Innate Full Soul Power, Soul Power Level 52, Soul King.

A genuine genius!

Yet this genius had not entered Slaughter City voluntarily to train. He had been forced to flee into Slaughter City.

Mu Ge stood coldly in the Hell Slaughter Arena, looking down upon all around him.

Mu Ge said nothing. He simply stood silently in the Hell Slaughter Arena, beginning to absorb the fruits of his victory.

From the corpses of the other nine defeated contestants, streams of Soul Power were absorbed by the ground. They gathered through veins that had already existed beneath the arena, converged beneath Mu Ge's feet, and finally surged into his body through his feet to be absorbed by him.

This was the most miraculous aspect of Slaughter City's arenas: the victor could obtain the Soul Power of the dead.

The corpses of the dead would also completely dissipate within the Hell Slaughter Arena, unless they were defeated contestants who had not been killed. Even then, their Soul Power would be extracted, leaving them utterly crippled.

This was not limited to the Hell Slaughter Arena. So long as a Soul Master died in Slaughter City, their corpse would break down and vanish.

After all the dead men's Soul Power had disappeared, Mu Ge left the arena with cold, measured steps.

Pfft!

After forcing himself back to his residence, Mu Ge could no longer hold on. His face flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

In an instant, his face turned deathly pale again.

It turned out that although Mu Ge had claimed the final victory in the Hell Slaughter Arena, he had also suffered severe injuries. He had merely forced himself to suppress them until now.

Because Mu Ge knew that in a place like Slaughter City, if anyone learned that you were weak, the consequences awaiting you would definitely be dire.

Bang—

After forcing himself to reach the bed, Mu Ge's vision went black. He collapsed onto it and lost consciousness.

While unconscious, Mu Ge had a very, very long dream.

Mu Ge dreamed that he had seemingly become another person, a descendant of the dragon raised beneath the red flag. There, humans were merely ordinary humans. They might possess exceptional intelligence, but they had neither Soul Power nor martial spirits.

When Mu Ge awoke, his gaze had completely changed.

"Does this count as awakening the memories of my previous life?"

Mu Ge murmured to himself.

He understood now. He had not dreamed of becoming someone else; he had awakened the memories of his previous life.

Moreover, his consciousness was now dominated by those memories.

"This version of me started with such incredible advantages, yet still ended up like this. What a complete failure!"

Recalling the experiences of his eighteen years in this life, Mu Ge could not help sighing bitterly at his own failure to live up to expectations.

Perhaps because his soul had reincarnated, when Mu Ge awakened his martial spirit in this life, he had awakened a completely new martial spirit that had never existed before—the Simulator.

The Simulator took the form of a cube.

This brand-new martial spirit, combined with his Innate Full Soul Power, caused Mu Ge, who had awakened his martial spirit within the territory governed by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, to be quickly recruited by them.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan believed they had recruited a genius, and Mu Ge himself believed the same.

After obtaining his First Spirit Ring with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's assistance, Mu Ge learned the nature of his martial spirit. As its name implied, it could simulate.

His martial spirit could simulate the martial spirits of others, thereby copying them, with no limit on the number it could copy.

So long as he had successfully simulated a martial spirit, he could switch to it whenever he wished.

Before he successfully simulated one, however, his martial spirit possessed no combat power.

After attaching his First Spirit Ring, his First Spirit Skill increased the success rate of simulation by onefold.

Only after he successfully simulated someone else's martial spirit would his First Spirit Ring regenerate a Spirit Skill according to the attributes of that simulated martial spirit. Only then would he possess combat power.

Upon learning that his Simulator martial spirit could actually copy other people's martial spirits, Mu Ge could scarcely believe it. His joy knew no bounds, and he began imagining himself simulating and copying every top-tier martial spirit in the world. That would surely be incredible.

After learning from Mu Ge about his martial spirit's abilities, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was equally shocked. At the same time, they became even more convinced that they had found a treasure, placing greater importance on Mu Ge and investing more heavily in his training.

At first, Mu Ge did not disappoint them. His cultivation speed far surpassed that of his peers, and the Simulator martial spirit soon successfully simulated several martial spirits in his hands.

Although these were merely ordinary, low-quality martial spirits, such as common weapon martial spirits like sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, and he still could not simulate high-quality ones!

No one minded, however. They only believed that Mu Ge was still young and his Soul Power Level was low. Once he matured, simulating those top-tier martial spirits would surely not be a problem.

And indeed, as Mu Ge grew, although the martial spirits he could simulate still belonged to the low-quality category, their quality steadily improved.

Until Mu Ge became a Soul Ancestor at the age of fifteen, the martial spirits he could simulate were still only low-quality. He had not successfully simulated even one high-quality martial spirit, much less a top-tier one.

As a result, although Mu Ge's Soul Power Level rose quickly and far exceeded that of his peers, his combat power was far inferior to that of Soul Masters at the same level.

He could not even defeat Soul Elders in their thirties with high-quality martial spirits.

Let me secretly develop for now!