Life Simulation: I Caused the Female Sword Immortal to Regret Forever-Chapter 321:

[The Thinker trait is in effect…]

[You are efficiently contemplating how to proceed with this undead surgery.]

[You begin the sculpting process.]

[The soft material in your hands takes on delicate and intricate forms. As you gaze at Sylvia’s face, you carefully craft symmetrical features to match the other side.]

[You know that this artificial face will never be as natural as her original one.]

[But from the start, your goal was never to restore her true appearance.]

[What you aim to do is fill the hollowed-out side of her face, making Sylvia’s features look less frightening.]

[This has always been Sylvia’s deepest insecurity. The erosion of undeath made people fear her, treat her as a monster, and she longed to be whole again.]

[You use 1st-ring sorcery: Sorcerer’s Hand.]

[Your soul power condenses into a precise, dexterous hand. With great care, you spread the specially crafted material onto Sylvia’s face, molding and solidifying it.]

[Once set, the material adheres firmly to the hollow skull.]

[At the same time, it remains flexible, carrying the texture of real flesh.]

[Eyes, ears, nose, lips…]

[With your help, Sylvia once again has a human face. At a glance, no one would notice the empty void beneath.]

Had… had it worked?

Inside the temporary workshop, various sorcerer tools filled every corner, radiating traces of arcane energy.

The undead girl opened her eyes.

She could feel it—something new on her face, a gelatinous sensation that subtly shifted with her movements.

Drip… drip…

The faint sound of liquid falling echoed from the surrounding alchemy apparatus.

Then, a pair of gentle hands reached out, supporting Sylvia as she sat up from the experiment table.

“How does it feel, Sylvia? Any rejection or discomfort?”

“…No…”

The girl hesitantly shook her head, then made a request.

“Sorcerer, may I… see my face?”

A predictable request.

Anyone whose appearance had changed would instinctively want to confirm it with their own eyes.

“Of course, but sit still first,” Xu Xi said as he picked up a vial of liquid—an extract from the Blue Crystal Flower, known for its ability to block the deathly aura of the undead.

Dipping his finger into it, he gently applied the solution to Sylvia’s face.

He touched only the artificial side.

Sylvia felt nothing.

Yet, as she watched Xu Xi up close, she had a strange, inexplicable sensation—as if some unseen awareness was stirring inside her.

One circle.

Two circles.

Only after the entire vial was used did Xu Xi finally step back, carefully inspecting her face. Once he was satisfied, he conjured a water mirror before her.

At last, Sylvia saw her reflection.

No longer a hollow skull, but a face—vivid and expressive. When her real eye blinked, the false one mimicked the motion perfectly.

However…

The false eye did not grant her sight.

Sylvia’s world remained half-dark.

So… this is what I look like now…

Staring into the mirror, Sylvia took in her reflection—her emerald-green eye, her “flawless” face, the finely sculpted features. It all seemed so perfect.

“Sorcerer, your craftsmanship is truly remarkable.”

“…Thank you, Sorcerer.”

She expressed her gratitude, but her expression remained lost.

It was strange—when Xu Xi first asked, she had eagerly agreed to the procedure.

Yet now that it was done, now that her face was filled with something artificial, now that she no longer bore the terrifying visage of an undead, she felt an unsettling emptiness inside.

“Do you feel uncomfortable, Sylvia?”

Xu Xi noticed the girl’s unease.

Sylvia shook her head lightly.

“I’m fine, Sorcerer… I’m just… confused.”

Lowering her gaze to her skeletal body, she felt a complicated swirl of emotions.

A fake was still a fake.

It could never replace the real thing.

The hero, Sylvia, had endured years of scorn, had been cursed and driven away. People hated her. People feared her. And all because her undead form was too terrifying.

So, she had hidden herself under heavy armor.

Concealing her true self.

Hiding all of herself.

Pretending to be a noble hero just to earn people’s trust.

And now?

Now that she had left Crowfield, would she still have to wear a false face to live in this new world?

Would she have to use this artificial mask every time she spoke with Xu Xi?

This was a question she felt only one person could answer.

“Sorcerer.”

“…Am I still myself?”

The girl, with her half-real, half-fake face, lifted her gaze to Xu Xi and asked.

This was not Crowfield’s treasured “emerald.”

This was Sylvia—the lost, broken, and undead Sylvia—asking.

“Sylvia…”

In that moment, Xu Xi understood. His eyes reflected her undead form.

A little nervous. A little uneasy.

She was waiting for his answer.

“The Sylvia I know has always been right here, hasn’t she?”

Finally, a calm voice broke the silence, affirming her existence.

No matter what form she took.

He remembered Sylvia Crowfield.

It had nothing to do with appearances.

She was herself, no matter what.

“…I see.”

The unease in her gaze faded, replaced by clarity.

Sylvia finally understood what she wanted.

She still preferred to be real.

“Sorcerer, could you give me a cloth? Thank you.”

Taking a strip of cloth from Xu Xi’s hands, Sylvia carefully wrapped it around her face, layer by layer, securing it tightly over the false side.

When she was finished, only the real half of her face remained visible.

And that part was not frightening at all.

Her emerald-green eye shone brighter than ever before.

Even though half of her face was wrapped in cloth.

Even though only one eye remained uncovered.

That eye shone like the stars—brilliant, lively, and even holding a hint of mischief.

“Apologies, Sorcerer.”

“I wasted your hard work.”

“As punishment, let me do whatever task you need.”

Seeing Sylvia regain her energy, Xu Xi was relieved.

“It’s nothing,” he said, unconcerned. “I made it for you in the first place. It wasn’t wasted.”

“No,” Sylvia was stubborn. “I wasted your effort, so I must be punished.”

She was a warrior with strong principles.

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If she made a mistake, she had to face the consequences.

She vowed that she would protect Xu Xi from now on.

A sudden clap of thunder rumbled overhead, and the sky grew even darker.

The brave hero, Sylvia, once again curled up in fear.

“Sorcerer, p-please don’t worry.”

“I can handle this.”

She forced herself to stand, trembling, her skeletal frame rattling from fear as she clung to Xu Xi’s arm.

Xu Xi sighed. This so-called hero—so terrified yet so stubborn.

“…She’s a little like Yingxue.”

“Sorcerer, what did you say?”

“Nothing. I was just thinking—it’s time to get you a new weapon.”

“…You’re right,” Sylvia nodded. “I do need a replacement.”