Life Simulation: I Caused the Female Sword Immortal to Regret Forever-Chapter 335:
The world is falling into ruin.
The dead are reviving.
Monsters run rampant.
In such a world, what must an ordinary person do to survive?
And even if they manage to live, is it truly a blessing or just another misfortune?
Watching the two elderly figures walk away, their hands supporting each other, Xu Xi felt that, for the Hansen couple, it must be happiness.
In this cold and despairing world, the two elders had lived in fear for many years—from their youth to adulthood, and from adulthood to old age.
At the end of their lives, they could finally let go of that fear.
In these precious final moments, they faced the world calmly, leading a peaceful life just as before, waiting for the end to come.
“Master Sorcerer, if this isn’t enough, we will bring more next time.”
Ahead of him, the two elderly figures with silver hair suddenly stopped, turning back to speak to Xu Xi.
“Alright, thank you.”
Xu Xi smiled, responding to kindness with kindness.
“…”
[The Life and Death Entwined] triggered automatically, and Xu Xi’s vision changed. He saw two souls, their dim light flickering with warmth, smiling with happiness.
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[During your time living atop the mountain, you formed a bond with the elderly couple.]
[They were born ordinary.]
[And they will return to ordinariness.]
[You see the frailty buried deep within their souls. It won’t be long before the Hansen couple reaches the end of their lifespan.]
[If you wish, you have many ways to extend their lives.]
[But the two elders refuse.]
[After a brief, uneasy exchange of glances, they make the decision they had long prepared for, expressing their desire to peacefully live out their final days.]
[Under the sunlight, the farmer and his wife walk hand in hand, their shadows stretching with the distance.]
[They are walking toward the light.]
[Ordinary, yet happy.]
[At your feet, the vegetables and fruits gifted by the elderly couple are bathed in the same golden radiance, lying silently under the blazing sun.]
…
[On the fourth month of living atop the mountain.]
[After observing the world for a long time, you finally noticed a change.]
[The brightness of the sun has dimmed compared to before, and the number of slimes that once thrived on the mountaintop has significantly decreased.]
[The wind howls, eerie like ghostly wails.]
[A raging storm sweeps in the breath of the distant wilderness, carrying with it a familiar scent of death.]
“It’s finally coming, isn’t it?”
On the third floor of his temporary workshop, Xu Xi overlooked the land from above.
Across the vast earth, signs of decay had begun to appear—flowers and grass losing their color, wilting lifelessly.
Though autumn’s arrival was partly to blame, the greater cause was the return of death spreading through the air.
Xu Xi raised his hand, gently grasping the air. A surge of soul power formed an invisible hand, drawing threads of deathly aura from the sky and gathering them in his palm.
“This rate of growth…”
“Seems like there are only a few months of peace left.”
Lifting his gaze slightly, Xu Xi looked toward the still-fiery red sun.
That heat, that light—
Perhaps it would soon turn into pitch-black coldness once again.
“I need to accelerate the modifications on the Nether Crow, advancing it to a Netherflame Crow—or perhaps shift toward the bone dragon path.”
“I can fly on my own, but I can’t multitask in midair. A mount would certainly make things more convenient.”
His muttering echoed through the third floor of the workshop.
Softly, he spoke of the approaching silence of death.
…
[You have noticed the world’s changes—signs of its rebirth, only to once again slip toward annihilation.]
[Through rough calculations, you deduce that by the arrival of winter this year, the world will revert to its previous state of lifelessness, drawing even closer to the Underworld.]
[The time to leave the mountain has presented itself.]
[In preparation for that moment, you devote more time to upgrading the Nether Crow and refining your own sorcery techniques.]
[During your secluded training, Sylvia has taken full responsibility for the workshop’s operations.]
[This includes handling interactions with the Hansen couple.]
[Born into nobility and trained in management since childhood, Sylvia keeps everything well-organized, without a single mistake.]
“Grandpa Hansen.”
“Grandma Mena.”
“Let me do it instead.”
The world in autumn was painted in warm hues of interwoven orange and yellow.
Fallen leaves blanketed the path, covering the small scattered stones along the way, silent and deep.
Only when the wind blew did the leaves scatter, revealing the true outline of the path beneath—guiding the way forward.
Today, the elderly couple had once again brought a large supply of vegetables and fruits.
The sheer amount made one wonder if they had given away all their remaining stores.
After accepting their gift with polite thanks, Sylvia worried for the elderly couple, fearing they might stumble while walking.
Thus, under the golden glow of autumn’s gentle sun, the brave Sylvia took the initiative to help the two elders return to the nearby village.
“Ah, t-this… how could we trouble you…”
“Miss Sylvia…”
The farmer and his wife were flustered by Sylvia’s assistance, hastily waving their hands to refuse.
But Sylvia patiently reassured them over and over again.
In the end, the two elders accepted her offer, allowing her to accompany them back to the village.
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“Miss Sylvia, you are truly a kind person.”
“You are the best, may the gods bless you.”
The Hansen couple had lived their lives working the land. They knew nothing of eloquence or flattery, nor could they read between the lines.
They could only use simple words to express their gratitude to the young woman.
The distant, unseen gods were their greatest faith.
They prayed to their deities, offering their blessings to the kind-hearted brave girl.
And, in their prayers, they also included Xu Xi, wishing the benevolent Master Sorcerer a long and peaceful life.
Crack—
Crack—
Each step along the path crushed dried leaves beneath their feet.
With the crisp sound of breaking foliage, Sylvia guided the elderly couple closer to their home in the village.
It was the only house left standing amidst the many ruins.
Before long, they arrived. Sylvia gently released her grip.
“Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mena, we’re here.”
“Thank you, Miss Sylvia,” the elderly couple expressed their gratitude.
Their faces showed joy—
To them, being helped along the way by Sylvia was the greatest honor.
Seeing their expressions, Sylvia felt dazed for a moment.
It reminded her of the way people used to address her back in the Crowfield Territory, a thousand years ago—calling her Miss Sylvia.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
The strong wind howled, causing her cloak to billow loudly.
Sylvia instinctively tightened it, preventing it from being blown away.
The fierce wind roared as if it wanted to sweep everything into the sky.
A moment later, the gusts died down.
Sylvia lowered her hands. Beneath the bandages wrapping most of her face, leaving only one eye visible, she bid farewell to the elderly couple.
“Well then, I should get going too, Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mena.”
The autumn day was bleak and cold, everything silent.
Her face was somewhat damaged, yet her eye carried warmth—so much so that the two elders stood there, momentarily lost in thought.
