Life Simulation: I Caused the Female Sword Immortal to Regret Forever-Chapter 303:

“Am I being followed?”

That was the first thought that crossed Xu Xi’s mind.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

He and the so-called “hero” had only met once—on the day the undead invaded the village. It was a brief encounter, hardly enough to be considered an acquaintance, let alone a conflict.

Besides, he had been traveling in an erratic manner, choosing his path based on where the undead were most concentrated. At times, he even backtracked a bit. There was no fixed route, making it meaningless for anyone to follow him.

So, it had to be a coincidence.

…

[As always, you cleanse the undead along your journey, reaping wave after wave of soul fire for your own use.]

[Just as you are about to leave, you unexpectedly notice the hero’s presence. It seems that he is traveling the same path as you.]

[No, to be more precise—]

[You happened to arrive at the place where the hero was.]

[Torrential rain pours down. Through the thick veil of rain, you see the hero, clad in steel armor, ignoring the violent downpour as he walks toward an ancient ruin.]

The rain was heavy, pouring like a waterfall.

Each drop splashed into the mud, forming countless brown puddles that merged into larger pools of water.

Splash—

A metal boot stomped down, crushing a puddle beneath its weight. The leg sank into the mud, but with sheer brute force, the hero yanked it free and continued forward without pause.

Though rainwater seeped into the cracks of the armor, the moving figure was completely unfazed, as if it had no sense of feeling—

or simply didn’t care.

From a distance, Xu Xi observed the hero enter the ruins, where collapsed pillars and thick vines intertwined in decay.

The place had once been a grand manor, but time had long since reduced it to a forgotten wreck.

It seemed the “hero” had chosen it as a temporary shelter.

Braving the roaring storm, he sat at the entrance of the ruins, seeking shelter from the rain.

“…That does seem fitting,” Xu Xi muttered to himself.

From his perspective, the sky had grown even darker. The storm raged on, covering the vast expanse in a curtain of relentless rainfall.

The world was wild and ruthless—

the only sound left was the roar of the storm.

The “hero,” his armor marred by rust and countless scratches, simply sat there, watching the rain in silence.

Though Xu Xi knew that the hero’s true strength was far from impressive,

he still found himself reevaluating him.

BOOM—!!

Suddenly—

A bolt of thunder tore through the sky.

The deafening boom echoed far and wide, shaking the very air.

Even the storm seemed to freeze for a brief moment.

Xu Xi remained calm, unaffected. He had witnessed far greater spectacles and heard far more terrifying sounds.

But the hero—

seemed to flinch.

Xu Xi chuckled, thinking he had imagined it.

The hero was an inhuman existence, a warrior who fearlessly slaughtered countless undead with his sword—

How could he possibly be afraid of a mere thunderclap?

BOOM—!!

Another lightning strike.

This time, the sound was even louder, the force even greater.

Xu Xi saw it clearly.

The “hero,” sitting in the ruins, visibly shuddered.

And as the rain poured harder and the sky grew even darker,

the “hero” slowly retreated further into the ruins, trembling more noticeably.

Xu Xi: “Huh?”

“Wait… What’s happening here?”

This was the same “hero” who had protected villages, donned heavy armor, wielded a mighty sword, and fought countless undead skeletons.

And yet…

He was afraid of the dark and thunder?

Even though Xu Xi already knew that the hero wasn’t a real hero,

he still found himself speechless.

“This… is just too ridiculous,” Xu Xi sighed, feeling more perplexed than when he had first tried to teach Moli.

…

[You have now seen another side of the hero.]

[A side that no villager would ever believe.]

[When the thunder roars, he trembles. When the darkness falls, he shrinks back. There is no courage to be seen, no fearless resolve. When alone, the hero is weak and fragile.]

[Only after the storm passes does he step out of the ruins.]

[He lifts his head.]

[He gazes at the sky.]

[Though the world remains gloomy, the absence of thunder seems to bring him relief. Holding his sword, he marches forward once more.]

[He walks far, far away.]

[You continue to observe, confirming that the hero is not following you. In the following days, he clears out more waves of undead, protecting villages from harm.]

[Some villagers are grateful, offering him gifts in thanks.]

[Others despise him, blaming him for attracting the undead and refusing to let him enter their villages.]

[The hero does not stop for any of them. He marches forward with steady steps, climbing the nearest hilltop.]

The sky was dim and overcast.

A faint breeze carried the scent of damp soil, lifting fallen leaves and scattering them into the air.

As the wind brushed against his rusted armor, the hero remained unfazed.

He held a bundle of freshly picked flowers and walked forward, step by step, until he reached the top of the hill.

It was empty, save for two gravestones standing silently.

The inscriptions had long faded with time.

Gently, the hero split the flowers into two bundles, placing one before each grave.

“Father. Mother.”

“I’ve come to see you again.”

His voice was calm.

Then—

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He removed his steel helmet.

Xu Xi saw his face—

or rather, what was left of it.

Half of it still had human flesh, smooth and refined.

The other half…

Was a skull.

His mouth had no flesh, no color.

As he spoke, his teeth clacked together, making his words sound eerie and hollow.

“This is… undeath?” Xu Xi was shocked.

The hero’s face was split down the middle—half human, half undead.

But that was impossible.

Life and death are opposites.

The soul of the living contains all emotions and memories.

When one dies, their soul is wiped clean. Even if a dead body retains its memories, it is merely an empty shell with a borrowed past.

These two states should be contradictory and irreconcilable.

Perhaps a truly powerful being could break this rule—

But this so-called “hero”…

was far too weak to achieve such a feat.

How did he do it?

As Xu Xi pondered, the hero moved again.

Slowly, he crouched down, resting his heavily armored body between the two gravestones.

His shoulders pressed against both graves, one on each side.

It was as if…

The contact comforted him.

And then—

The half-human, half-skull face of the hero smiled.