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

Chapter 270: The Vigilant Witch:

Opening the cabinet door, Xu Xi placed the black identification plate into the fourth compartment.

The real world was in the midst of summer, with the scorching sun shining brilliantly.

The light filtered through the window, illuminating the plate’s edges with a faint glow, making the rusted exterior appear almost silvery.

“Without realizing it, my collection has already reached four items?” Xu Xi took a few steps back, allowing all four items to come into view at once—his sister’s candy jar, the princess’s paper flower, the witch’s wand, and the robotic servant’s identification plate.

The placement order did not follow the sequence of their encounters, but Xu Xi didn’t mind.

He simply felt a sense of nostalgia, reflecting on the changes brought by the simulator, the people he met, and how his life had transformed.

“This time, the simulation lasted over seven hundred years… far longer than the previous three combined.”

Despite the simulator’s assistance and the encroachment of machine consciousness, he hadn’t felt the passage of time deeply.

However, the exhaustion he felt was undeniably real. “I’ll take a break from the simulator for now,” he decided.

The summer sunlight bathed the room in a warm, tranquil glow, casting specks of floating dust in its golden rays.

Xu Xi knew that reality was the true foundation of everything.

“I hope Moli and the others can get along well.” He reached out and gently closed the glass door of the display cabinet, locking it securely.

With that, the fourth simulation came to a complete end.

Although the results did not align with his original goal of uncovering the simulator’s true nature, he was satisfied with the outcome.

“If there had been no spiritual energy revival, no life simulations, what kind of life would I be living now?”

The quiet room offered no answer, only the silent sunlight and the floating dust specks.

He thought it would be an ordinary, mundane life—working a regular job, earning a modest salary, experiencing the predictable cycle of life and death.

Was that kind of life better or worse?

Xu Xi couldn’t say, but he knew he preferred his current one.

Not because of the extraordinary world he now inhabited, but because of the people by his side.

Smiling, he decided to check on Krisha and the others.

Stepping out of his room and through the quiet corridors, he arrived at the courtyard filled with Dragon Blood Grass.

When he reached the garden, he didn’t find Krisha or Wu Yingxue.

Instead, he saw a familiar figure tending to the plants.

“Moli?”

Under the golden sunlight, the girl bent over, carefully trimming the plants.

It was a scene Xu Xi had seen many times before—in their first simulation at the Heavenly Sword Sect, where the young Xu Moli diligently arranged vibrant flowers in the otherwise empty, desolate cave dwelling.

“Brother~” She put down her scissors, smiling playfully as she turned to greet him. They walked together and sat in a shaded corner of the courtyard.

The overhead foliage provided shelter, and the walls around them blocked out the heat.

“Moli, when did you come back?”

“Just now,” she replied.

“Did you see Krisha and Yingxue?”

“Maybe they went to clean your room, Brother,” she answered with a mischievous glint.

Xu Xi hesitated.

He had just left his room, and now they happened to go in?

Krisha cleaning made sense—her personality leaned towards tidiness—but why would Wu Yingxue join in?

“I have a bad feeling about this…” he muttered, looking up at the canopy above, where the sunlight created a dappled pattern of green. He chose not to overthink it.

The girls were growing up, and their stubborn independence was something he could neither control nor prevent. No major harm would come of it—at worst, they were probably arguing over the arrangement of items in his display cabinet.

With a resigned sigh, he let go of his concerns and turned his attention to Moli, discussing Earth’s ongoing ascension.

…

Meanwhile, back in Xu Xi’s bedroom, two figures stood before the display cabinet, their gazes fixed on the newly placed identification plate.

The atmosphere in the room was unusually tense.

One figure had a serious expression, while the other maintained an unreadable face.

Despite appearances, the expressionless witch, Krisha, was the one reacting the most.

Unseen forces swirled around her, breaking down into primal elements.

“So, the master’s reincarnation isn’t limited to just three times… This is troublesome.” Wu Yingxue frowned, resting a finger against her chin in contemplation.

The faint hum of elemental energy caught her attention.

“What, you recognize it?” she asked, noticing the witch’s growing caution. It was as if Krisha was moments away from using her wand to obliterate the object in question. “No… I don’t know it,” Krisha replied, her voice cold yet serious. “But… it feels the same as me.”

The same?

Wu Yingxue was confused.

She looked between Krisha and the identification plate, gradually beginning to understand.

Realization dawned on her face. “So that’s what you mean by ‘the same’…”