A Screwed-Up Second Simulation

"Little Bei, Little Bei."

Just then, an aged voice suddenly came from outside the door. "Are you up?"

Lin Bei thought back for a moment and knew who was calling from outside.

"Grandpa Adam."

Lin Bei answered as he went to open the door. "I'm already up."

A stooped figure stood in the doorway.

Because of the hard labor he had done when he was young, the old man's body had long since been bent under the strain. He leaned on a cane, his hair completely white, his aged face crisscrossed with wrinkles.

This was the village chief of Maple Forest Village, Old Adam.

Not long ago, after Lin Bei's parents had died in an attack by a soul beast, the old village chief had taken on the responsibility of looking after Lin Bei.

"If you're up, come eat."

Old Adam affectionately patted Lin Bei and said with a smile.

"Mm."

Lin Bei lowered his head slightly, feeling the old man's rough palm, then supported him into the outer room.

Old Adam had once married when he was young.

It was just that his wife had fallen ill and could not be cured. Before she could leave him with even a son or daughter, she passed away.

Old Adam had loved his wife deeply, and after she left, he had never married again.

Not long ago, after bringing Lin Bei home, he had always treated Lin Bei like his own grandson.

On the wooden table sat a large basin of rice porridge, with a dish of pickled vegetables and a fully cooked sweet potato beside it.

The old man handed the sweet potato to Lin Bei and said with a smile, "This is for you. Hurry and eat it while it's hot."

Lin Bei reached out and took it. He broke the sweet potato in half, handed one half to Old Adam, and said, "Grandpa, this part is for you."

"Grandpa doesn't like eating it. Little Bei doesn't need to give any to Grandpa."

The old man was taken aback, then said it with a face full of smiles.

But Lin Bei shook his head.

On the outside, he was a child, but inside, he had already been replaced by a young man in his twenties. How could he not know the old man was lying?

How could there be anything he did not like eating?

Chicken drumsticks and chicken wings were so delicious.

They just loved you, that was all.

"If Grandpa doesn't like eating it, then I don't like eating it either," Lin Bei said as he looked at the old man.

Old Adam looked at Lin Bei's clear eyes, then suddenly reached out and stroked his head, murmuring with slightly damp eyes, "Good child, good child..."

"Grandpa, here."

"All right, Grandpa will take it. Little Bei, hurry and eat."

"Mm."

A rather warm meal soon came to an end.

Lin Bei helped Old Adam clear the table.

At this moment, Old Adam said, "Little Bei, you're six years old now, aren't you?"

"Mm, I'm six."

"Ah..."

The old man seemed to think of Lin Bei's pitiful parents. He first let out a sigh, then leaned on his cane, his cloudy eyes looking outside the house, as if talking to himself and also as if speaking to Lin Bei—

"Recently, three or four children in the village have also turned six. I've already had your Uncle Luo go to Notting City to contact a soul master. Before long, a soul master will come to awaken your martial souls."

Lin Bei was taken aback and noticed the words "Notting City" in the old man's speech.

Was Maple Forest Village near Notting City?

Didn't that mean...

Holy Soul Village was not far from him!

"Grandpa, do you know where Holy Soul Village is?" Lin Bei could not help asking.

"Holy Soul Village?"

Old Adam looked at Lin Bei and explained:

"Holy Soul Village is just east of our village. If we want to go into the city, we have to pass through Holy Soul Village."

Lin Bei's eyes lit up.

Damn, Holy Soul Village was that close to me?

I just don't know whether Tang San has transmigrated over yet...

At that thought, Lin Bei asked again, "Grandpa, is there a blacksmith in Holy Soul Village?"

Old Adam nodded. "There is a blacksmith. Since our village doesn't have one, many families go to that blacksmith in Holy Soul Village to have things made. Little Bei, why are you asking about that?"

"Uh, nothing. I just heard Uncle Luo mention the blacksmith in Holy Soul Village not long ago, so I thought I'd ask."

Lin Bei casually found an excuse.

Old Adam didn't mind. He patted Lin Bei's little head and said with a smile, "All right, there's nothing going on at home. Go find Xiao Mu and the others in the village and play."

"No, Grandpa. I'll stay home and keep you company."

Lin Bei had no desire to go play with a bunch of little brats.

"Then come with Grandpa to take a look at the fields."

Old Adam stood up, picked up his cane, and took Lin Bei toward the fields.

The day passed quickly.

Night fell. After Lin Bei finished washing the old man's feet, he gave himself a quick wash and climbed into bed as well.

Old Adam had originally wanted Lin Bei to sleep in the same bed as him.

After all, Lin Bei was still a six-year-old child.

But Old Adam snored rather loudly at night. Lin Bei had slept beside him once before and had been kept awake by the old man's snoring, so after that, they slept separately.

Lin Bei lay in bed, waiting for midnight to arrive.

He didn't have a phone, but the simulator showed the time.

Just as Lin Bei had waited so long he was almost about to fall asleep, his Simulation Points finally refreshed. The Simulation Points that had already dropped to 0 changed back to 1.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Lin Bei immediately began the simulation.

During his first simulation in the daytime, he had obtained rank 10 soul power.

That meant that when he awakened his martial soul, he would possess Innate Full Soul Power.

Possessing Innate Full Soul Power was already enough to be considered a genius.

However, Lin Bei's martial soul would be inherited from his parents.

And his parents' martial souls were both ordinary martial souls—one was a sickle, and the other was Blue Silver Grass.

Although his mother's martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, it wasn't the kind Tang San had inherited from the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, so it couldn't be counted as a top-tier martial soul.

Lin Bei wanted to obtain an even more powerful martial soul through the simulator.

There were still three days until the martial soul awakening.

Counting tonight, he still had two chances.

If these two chances could simulate a sufficiently powerful martial soul, paired with rank 10 Innate Full Soul Power, then no matter how one looked at it, he would be no less than geniuses like Dai Mubai and Oscar.

Selected Simulation Timeline: Douluo Continent · Parallel Timeline.

Consuming 1 Simulation Point. Beginning time-space traversal simulation...

Small words began to appear before his eyes, and Lin Bei watched expectantly.

Earth, year 2022. As a young man who became unemployed the moment he graduated, while you were using the toilet, a strange suction suddenly came from the toilet. You were sucked into the toilet, then traversed to Douluo Continent...

The strange suction in the toilet sent you to Douluo Continent. You fell from high in the sky and died on impact.

This simulation has ended. No rewards obtained.

"..."

Lin Bei stared at the small words in astonishment.

"Fuck! What kind of traversal method is this?"

"Never mind that toilet traversal that's just begging to be mocked—are you seriously telling me I crossed over and immediately fell to my death? Are you kidding me!?"

"My 1 Simulation Point was wasted just like that?!"

Lin Bei couldn't accept it.

He grumbled under the blanket for a long while.

But the small words before his eyes never changed at all.

Only after quite some time did Lin Bei sigh and accept his fate.

It seemed this cheat wasn't all that reliable either.

Lin Bei hadn't expected there to be a simulation like this, where he died the moment he crossed over. Who could stand that?

His idea of becoming a god and an ancestor had been a little too naive.

Lin Bei lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and said inwardly, There's still one more chance...

If the next simulation still didn't work out...

Then he could only gamble that his martial soul would be his father's sickle.

When the time came, with his Innate Full Soul Power and the simulator, even if it was an ordinary sickle, growing to become a Titled Douluo probably shouldn't be too much of a problem...

If it was his mother's Blue Silver Grass, then he could only think of a way to improve the quality of the Blue Silver Grass. With something like the simulator, it probably wouldn't be a big problem.

As Lin Bei's thoughts ran wild, he unknowingly fell asleep.