[Deep in the sewers, the nauseating stench of rot mingled with immense cursed energy, almost solidifying the air.]
[Pinned against the shattered brick wall by a palm transformed into an enormous curtain, your head, covered in filthy blood, hung limply, your chest heaving with excruciating pain.]
[Yet although you looked like a guttering candle on the verge of death, you still caught every word of these monsters' brazen conversation.]
[As you listened to the gray-haired cursed spirit named "Mahito" muttering with a mixture of curiosity and boastfulness, your brain, like an efficient engine restarting in a desperate situation, instantly grasped some underlying principles you had previously overlooked or been unable to explain.]
[His brutal, unreasonable strike just now had directly crushed one of your souls, permanently robbing you of your complete memories of the "First Simulation" and even causing the total amount of cursed energy within you to plummet.]
[What seemed like a fatal wound in an already desperate situation instead split the fog clouding your understanding like a bolt of lightning.]
[You finally understood.]
[Perhaps, at the very core of your soul, you as "Li Shunchen" had never been an indestructible whole, but a composite formed by layering and piecing together the independent, fragile versions of "you" from countless simulated lives!]
[That was also why Mahito had exclaimed in astonishment upon first touching your soul. He had originally regarded you as a jujutsu sorcerer with terrifying combat skills and had even unleashed savage power sufficient to destroy a sorcerer's soul, only to discover that this portion of your soul was actually just as fragile as those of the ordinary people outside.]
[Because if you stripped away the cards bestowed by the system and set aside the experience and growing strength accumulated through repeatedly risking your life in the simulator,