Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru - Chapter 4.2: The Foreigner, Can’t Explore the Dungeon III

# simulator

Bai Yi transmigrated to a fantasy world and awakened the Immortal Cultivation Simulator. The longer he managed to survive in a simulation, the better the rewards he would obtain.

[You were born into a poor family… you died due to hunger.]

[You were born into a rich family that runs a business… you were killed by kidnappers.]

After failing more than 30 times in the Immortal Cultivation Simulator, Bai Yi wondered whether he was unfit for cultivation. Therefore, he had to rely on others to go through the simulation for him!

[Chen Qianxue, the Holy Maiden of the Soul Sword Clan, has entered into the Immortal Cultivation Simulator upon your invitation.]

[Age 0, Chen Qianxue was born into a poor family.]

[Age 5, Chen Qianxue picked up the manuscript of the Sword Cultivation Technique by chance.]

[Age 8, Chen Qianxue was at the first level of the Qi Refinement stage.]

[Age 164, Chen Qianxue failed while attempting to break through to the next stage. She died due to sudden, unbearable power pushing through her meridians.]

[You acquired the following rewards…]

[…]

After the State Preceptor was struck by lightning for her careless words, she transmigrated to the world two thousand years later. Penniless, the State Preceptor begins telling fortunes to earn money:Netizen: “I've been having constant bad luck lately, what's going on?”Shen Zhiyao: “Your son is using a Curse Technique on you.”Netizen: “Why are my clothes missing every morning when I wake up?”Shen Zhiyao: “Your dad is streaking in the underworld! And you still expect to wear clothes?”Netizen: “What's the deal with my roommate who sits at the head of my bed every morning as soon as she wakes up?”Shen Zhiyao: “Because she's always dreaming of her lover! She's in heat!”Child of Destiny: “Streamer, I just went to climb a mountain and ended up with crippled legs, what should I do?”Shen Zhiyao: “It's because you were so vile as to piss on someone's grave.”Afterwards, Shen Zhiyao stormed into the entertainment industry with her fortune-telling.Those who had once framed her now knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, begging Shen Zhiyao: “Grand Ancestress, I'm begging you, please tell my fortune!”“Hmm... It depends on my mood!”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

It had been 10 years since I became an extra in a classic romance novel. Having a very shy and quiet personality, I was suffering from a terrible unrequited love.

Allan Leopold. He was the successor of the kingdom’s top businessman and the best lover candidate of all. The whole kingdom praised Allan’s beauty, and he didn’t even know I existed.

Nevertheless, I couldn’t dare to approach the dazzling man, so I just looked at him. Shining black hair, jewel-like eyes, and a great family were things he had, and things that were too far away from me.

That’s how I became an adult. One day, when I decided to pursue my dream instead of a feverish one-sided love, I fainted and woke up trapped in an unfamiliar bas**ent of an old castle.

“Don’t be angry, Melissa.”

“…..”

“Love me again.”

It didn’t take much time to realize that this was reality.

And that I’ve been kidnapped.

That, too, by the man I had a crush on.

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