God Simulator - Chapter 22: Joy and Sorrow

The global escape game is here.

The clown with a fire axe hiding in the dark corner, the terrifying smirk of the chainsaw killer in the next room, in the pond… Jason the masked killer who disappeared without a trace, the swarming zombie frenzy…

And what the player has to do is to do everything possible to escape in these dangerous dungeons.

And Li Yan, after crossing over, awakened the survival simulator, which can simulate the process of escaping the copy.

“You were killed with an axe by the clown hiding in the corner…”

“The simulation is over, you work hard and you gain talent – your power is infinite”

“You killed the clown hiding in the corner with one punch…”

“And taking his fire axe, he ran to the next door and beat the chainsaw killer.”

“The Chainsaw Killer has become your horse boy”

One minute on stage, ten years off stage…

after numerous simulations.

Li Yan found out that it was these dungeon NPCs who should really escape…

- Description from novelbuddy

The story revolves around Charles Karino, a Levaamu Empire mercenary aerial pilot who mans the twin seater reconnaissance seaplane Santa Cruz. One day, he receives a preposterous assignment: to fly solo over 12,000 kilometers of enemy waters to protect a girl named Fana del Moral. Fana happens to be the next in line to the empire’s throne and a girl possessing beauty “equal to 5,000 beams of light.”

This is a standalone book. There’s another series under the name “To Aru Hikuushi e no Koiuta” (Love Song for a Certain Pilot) set in the same world, but in a completely different place and with different characters.

– Ulrezaj @ Mazui

Adapted to anime as “The Princess and the Pilot”

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.