Little Taotie’s face, which had somewhat recovered, instantly drooped again, becoming dejected and exuding a sense of depression.

Her childish voice contained a hint of tears: "I haven’t learned yet... How many more times do I have to die?"

Each time, it was a different way to die.

Although it was all just in the simulation room, and merely a mental sensation of death without physical pain or real wounds, Little Taotie’s young heart still struggled to bear the mental anguish that came with the arrival of death.

Her first death occurred because she didn’t remember to turn. She had chosen a canyon as the simulation scene and crashed directly into the mountain. At that moment, she felt a blackout, a buzzing in her ears; perhaps it was because the death was too swift. The explosion didn’t bring any pain, just a brief moment of discomfort.

This was a relatively "comfortable" way to die.

The second time was not so pleasant. She chose a wide-open sea surface for the simulation, having had the unpleasant experience of crashing into the mountain the previous time. So this time, she chose to fly over the sea.

Initially, the flight went smoothly, but during landing, she should have landed safely on the shore, yet her misoperation caused the whole plane to crash into the sea.

She originally thought that even if she crashed into the sea, it wouldn’t matter, since it was all water and wouldn’t cause any harm. However, a high-speed dive from a height turned the sea surface from a gentle liquid to a concrete-like hardness. The airplane was wrecked upon impact, though the cockpit remained relatively intact. She thought she wouldn’t die this time.

But as the heavy plane kept sinking, she couldn’t open the door or get out, trapped inside the cockpit, watching as the water quickly filled it up, her breathing becoming increasingly labored.

She was good at swimming. When she met her big brother, she had saved him from drowning.

The little girl’s one proud skill, however, was of no use trapped in the cockpit.

This death was very slow, a gradual loss of breath, a growing sense of swelling, and the feeling of death drawing ever closer, finally ending in suffocation and pain.

The prolonged death process left her spirit weary and distressed. It was hard to recover from such emotions, but Little Taotie, being so young, did not realize this danger and did not stop in time, continuing with the next simulation.

The shadow of the second death had already taken root in her mind.

When she attempted her third flight, she was extremely nervous, and with such a mindset, the outcome was predictable. The tension from the previous shadow even made her hands shake a little, ultimately causing a collision with the ground during landing.

After the third death, psychological counseling should have been conducted, but the stubborn little girl refused to leave the simulation room until she had mastered landing, proceeding directly to the fourth, fifth... up to thirty-third attempt.

In fact, she wanted to proceed to the thirty-fourth. Each time, she struggled with landing and desperately wanted to master it, but then the simulation room issued a power shortage signal, and the whole simulator shut down, blacking out. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Yuanyuan saw Little Taotie’s unwell expression and realized something was wrong.

For a small child, repeated experiences of death would leave indelible shadows on their spirit.

"Come on, let me take you to see Lou Lan."

Little Taotie blinked, puzzled: "Do I need to take off the fake face?"

She was still wearing that fake face, which although not ugly, wasn’t as comfortable as her original face; now it always felt a bit uneasy, but she didn’t know how to change it back.