[Star Calendar Year 81XX: An earth-shattering event occurred.]
[First, the Hunt Aeon Lan suddenly launched an attack on the Abundance Aeon Yaoshi.]
[As the battle between the two Aeons erupted, you decisively unleashed your long-prepared killing move, forcibly tearing away a portion of the 'Permanence' authority from Yaoshi, drastically weakening the Abundance Aeon's power.]
[Then, you devoured the 'Permanence' authority extracted from the remains of Propagation, forcibly ascending to the throne of the Permanence Aeon.]
[Though compared to the Dragon of Permanence, your status as the Permanence Aeon is somewhat lacking, joining forces with Lan to deal with a weakened Yaoshi was more than enough.]
[Moreover, after all these years of meticulous preparation—while gathering the remnants of Propagation—you used your masterful poisoncraft to concoct toxins targeting various Abundance abominations, eliminating nearly all of Yaoshi's potential allies.]
[With careful planning against an unprepared foe, Yaoshi was slain.]
[Lan achieved his ultimate goal, growing vastly stronger. After absorbing the scattered fragments of the Abundance's authority, you firmly solidified your divine seat as the Permanence Aeon.]
[The Xianzhou Alliance officially entered the era of Dual Aeons, instantly becoming the most powerful force in the universe—bar none.]
[Everyone has a bright future…]
Solon withdrew from the simulation.
Compared to the dull final phase where everything unfolded smoothly in an unstoppable sweep, what lingered in his mind was the entanglement between him and Lingsha.
Even now, he could still feel the strange sensory stimulation of her bonelessly soft body coiled around him like a serpent. The faint, warm fragrance seemed to linger in his nostrils.
Now he finally understood why everyone wanted to be like Xu Xian.
Understand, become, surpass… Some steps were simply unavoidable.
But how did the simulation end up like this?~
He had been striving to emulate the grand villainy of Aizen, after all.
And indeed, as he had hoped, the Xianzhou Alliance compromised under his long-laid schemes. He emerged as the ultimate victor.
His attitude toward Lingsha had always been one of exploitation, culminating in an Aizen-style breakup—direct and merciless.
So why did she cling to him even tighter?
Was it her personality? Or some Stockholm syndrome?
He didn't get it. He truly didn't get it!
In past simulations, he had always been the one coercing and toying with others. This time, to maintain his façade as a kind-hearted man, he hadn't taken the initiative.
So why did Lingsha throw herself at him instead?!
What was going on in that woman's head?!
Could it be the simulator's doing?
Was the system rigging things to push him toward some achievement…?
Solon's instincts told him something was off, but he couldn't pinpoint what.
For now, he could only bury his confusion deep in his heart.
What Solon didn't know was that, light-years away within the borders of the Klimt Constitutional State, in a quiet residence aboard the Yaoqing Xianzhou's Alchemy Commission…
Lingsha, clad in black robes and red gauze, awoke from her slumber at the same moment.
Her face was blank as she surveyed her surroundings, only relaxing once she confirmed this was her own home on the Yaoqing Xianzhou.
She had just experienced a dream—one so vivid that upon waking, she nearly couldn't distinguish reality from illusion.
The calming incense she had blended herself still smoldered in the burner, its wispy smoke dissipating like tangled thoughts into the air.
Rubbing her temples, Lingsha eased her headache slightly, only for a surge of inexplicable fury to flare up.
Her mentor was Yunhua—so who the hell was this "Solon" guy?!
And in the dream, how could she have been so shamelessly forward, clinging to that man like a serpent? Even after being deceived, she refused to let go, even offering herself to bear his children!
It was downright disgusting!
She couldn't even stand to recall it!
"Don't be angry, don't be angry… Getting upset only hurts yourself…"
Lingsha hurriedly recited the mantra she used to restrain her temper.
She had once been hot-headed, which caused problems in her relationships. To curb this, she composed this mantra to remind herself to cool down when her anger flared.
But the memory of her pitiful, lovestruck self in the dream—it was infuriating!!!
Thanks to the calming incense and her mantra, Lingsha finally managed to steady her emotions.
Yet once she calmed down, she couldn't help but revisit the intimate details of their entanglement in the dream. Instantly, her cheeks flushed crimson.
She pressed the back of her hand to her face—it was scalding, hotter than a fever.
The version of herself in the dream had been so… lewd.
And worse—she could still vividly recall the burning emotions she had felt.
The dream-version of her had genuinely, deeply loved that man named Solon.
She didn't even need a mirror to know the way she had gazed at him—with enough heat to melt steel.
The mingling of dream and reality left her heart in disarray.
This was the danger of hyper-realistic dreams: they blurred the line between illusion and truth, warping the dreamer's perception and memories.
They also amplified emotions—making love more obsessive, hatred more venomous.
The polar opposite of Lingsha was Jingliu.
After being threatened, manipulated, and toyed with by Solon in the simulations, Jingliu—already unhinged from her Mara-struck state—had mistaken those fabricated memories for reality. Now, she was dead-set on hunting down her "ungrateful, wicked disciple" to carve him into eighteen pieces!
Unbeknownst to Solon, his actions had thrown Lingsha—light-years away—into complete turmoil.
Meanwhile, Solon was busy reviewing his rewards from the simulation.
This run had been undeniably stellar.
As expected, the system notified him that his blue-tier trait "Medical Prodigy" had been upgraded to the gold-tier "God of Medicine," enhancing his rewards.
He was given two options:
Directly acquire "God of Medicine (Gold)."
Receive "Medical Prodigy (Blue)" plus two B-rank evaluations.
B-rank evaluations could be exchanged or used to upgrade traits to purple. Essentially, *1 B-rank = 1 purple trait*, though evaluations offered more flexibility.
Solon immediately grasped the second option: it was just the first one split apart.
However, since evaluations could be divided but not merged, higher-rank ones held greater value.
Without hesitation, Solon chose the first reward.
After reading "God of Medicine (Gold)"'s description, he could only utter two words:
"Holy shit!"
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