This Simulation Had Him Feeling Amazing!

[You chose 3.]

[When the Deputy General approached you carrying silver ingots, you did not take them.]

[The Deputy General frowned.]

["You lowly logistics hand, you refuse even the general's reward. Do you also wish to plead your grievance here?"]

[You wore an indifferent expression.]

["I have no grievance."]

[Old Liu and the others looked at you with even greater admiration.]

[So you really had killed more than a hundred people!]

["I don't want silver. This stuff is useless."]

[Sun Cheng'en watched you with an amused smile.]

["Then what do you want? Do you want to lead troops?"]

["I don't understand warfare. I want pills that can improve my cultivation."]

[After spending several years in the military camp, you knew that military supplies included more than food, drink, and daily necessities. They also included cultivation resources.]

[In this world, the elite soldiers in the army were all Martial Artists. They cultivated while serving as soldiers.]

[Providing them with cultivation resources was part of their military pay.]

[Sun Cheng'en gave a faint laugh.]

["Third Stage of Body Refining. You haven't made much progress in two years, so you must only have a Low-Grade Bone Structure."]

["How does General know that I haven't improved in two years?"]

["Of course I need to keep an eye on a Martial Artist working as a logistics hand. What if you were a spy too?"]

[You knew that Sun Cheng'en was a Spirit Condensation Realm Martial Artist. Once Martial Artists reached this realm, they possessed Spiritual Sense and could detect the cultivation of others.]

["Rest assured, General. Though I am a convict, my background is clean. I am a pure-blooded Dagan man."]

["Over the years, I have seen plenty of traitors... How did you remember an ordinary soldier who merely flashed past you a year ago, hidden among several hundred men?"]

[Sun Cheng'en's gaze turned razor-sharp, as if he would crush your head the instant you uttered a single lie.]

[The Pockmarked Face kneeling on the ground wanted to know the answer as well.]

[He had been carefully selected by his superiors for this undercover mission.]

[An unremarkable face, an orphan, little sense of presence—the Dagan Army surely would not notice that he was a man from the Southern Border.]

[Yet from beginning to end, you had kept your eye on him. He had accomplished nothing.]

["I simply have a good memory."]

["I don't believe it. Who could remember trivial details like 'how many mouthfuls of porridge they ate one morning three months ago'?"]

["Nineteen mouthfuls."]

[Sun Cheng'en froze for a moment, then a trace of anger flashed between his brows.]

["Are you making sport of me?"]

["General may test my memory."]

[Sun Cheng'en was also a man who took things seriously. He immediately sent someone to prepare props and held a test much like The Brain.]

[Yet no matter how they tested you, you could clearly remember every detail and answer with perfect fluency.]

[Even the Deputy General was dumbstruck.]

["Truly a heaven-blessed talent!"]

[The soldiers in the tent, along with Old Liu and the others, were also left staring in shock.]

["Boss Chen truly is a divine man..."]

[But Sun Cheng'en said, "Come to my Commander's Tent again tomorrow and recount every question and answer between us just now, from beginning to end."]

[The Deputy General's eyes revealed his admiration for Sun Cheng'en.]

[Answering those memory-test questions just now was nothing extraordinary.]

[If you could still recite them backward and forward tomorrow, then you would truly be a remarkable man!]

[And you would not disappoint them.]

["Eidetic Memory" was an Epic trait!]

[The next day, Sun Cheng'en finally believed that you were exceptionally gifted and born with a superhuman memory.]

["Such fine talent would be wasted in the Logistics Battalion. But the environment at court is harsh these days, and jealousy of the capable is common. With your status as a convict, you may not meet a good end if you enter officialdom.]

[Better to remain in my army as a military adviser.

[Though I cannot record merits for you, I can exchange all your contributions and efforts for the pills and crystal stones you desire."]

[The crystal stones Sun Cheng'en mentioned were fully known as Five Elements Crystal Stones. There were five kinds: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.]

[Their functions were all the same. Like spirit stones in a world of immortal cultivation, Martial Artists could directly absorb the Heaven and Earth Essence within them to improve their cultivation or replenish their Three Energies.]

[At the same time, crystal stones were indispensable for alchemy, Artifact Refining, and formations.]

[To a nation, these things were like petroleum and coal in modern society—the most precious energy resources.]

[You had no objection to this.]

[With an endless supply of pills and crystal stones to aid your cultivation, you could hardly be happier.]

["Chen Yi, you only have a Low-Grade Bone Structure. Even if you rely on pills to force your cultivation higher, the height you can reach in this life will still be very limited.

[Moreover, the pills supplied by the army are of poor quality. Consuming too many is absolutely harmful to the body, and Martial Artists cannot expel excessive Pill Toxin. Why are you so obsessed with the path of cultivation?"]

["General, everyone has something in this life they would fight desperately for. Though one knows it cannot be done, one must do it anyway!"]

[Sun Cheng'en seemed moved. He patted your shoulder and acknowledged your steadfast Martial Dao heart.]

[You also knew full well that "Effort Will Be Rewarded" could only serve as a safety net, ensuring that your efforts would not yield absolutely nothing.]

[It could not change the fundamental problem of your Low-Grade Bone Structure.]

[But fortunately, you did not need to care about the consequences of Pill Toxin. After all, only cultivation would be inherited; the Pill Toxin would not carry over.]

[Still, you could not die too quickly. You needed to draw a few more traits—what if you got lucky again?]