Although the excuse he had given Masamichi Yaga, Satoru Gojo, and the others was that he "needed to rest and review the details," the passive effects of the almost absurdly powerful "Overachiever" Card combination within Li Shunchen made his body and mind recover far faster than an ordinary person's. He did not actually need sleep that urgently.
As for the "Domain Expansion" he had only just demonstrated tonight, his exceptional comprehension had already allowed him to thoroughly analyze and master the underlying logic of its barrier construction. There was no problem so complex that he needed to spend the night reviewing it.
Li Shunchen walked alone through the silent corridor and returned to his dim dorm room.
He did not turn on the light. He merely lay wearily on his back on the soft bed, his unfocused eyes fixed on the pitch-black ceiling, letting his consciousness sink back into an examination of every memory since he had first activated the simulation.
Only this time, his attitude toward those memories had changed completely.
He was no longer the transmigrator hiding behind a screen, watching coldly with a player's mindset.
With an almost self-torturous heaviness, he turned every sin he had committed in past simulations, every corpse of someone who had died because of him, into thorny brambles that mercilessly lashed his soul in the silence of the night.
Li Shunchen understood better than anyone that, starting tonight, the meaning carried by the casually spoken words "start the simulation" had changed completely.
After learning those brutal truths, he could no longer say those words as easily as if he were playing a game he could reload and restart.
He was now like the cursed conductor in that classic yet insoluble "Trolley Problem."
But this was no longer a hypothetical question of "which