Chapter 75:

After some thought, Xu Xi made his decision.

He chose option one, option two, option three, and option five.

These were the Realm of the Holy Domain Magister, all magic including forbidden spells, the enhanced version of elemental perception talent, and the first “Grey Resurrection” wand.

The first three were selected to improve his strength, while the wand was chosen for commemorative purposes.

As for why he didn’t choose the power of faith, the reason was simple.

The so-called faith was essentially harvesting the wishes and piety of believers.

This process takes time, is complicated, and requires establishing a church, spreading doctrine, and maintaining the purity of believers’ faith.

With the simulator’s natural cooldown of 10,000 days—over 27 years—it was impractical to expect significant progress in raising faith.

Even in the magical world, gods worked tirelessly to purify their faith through events like alien invasions and miraculous occurrences, yet the results were marginal. This demonstrated how time-consuming it was to rely on faith for strength enhancement.

“Actually, if I wanted a streamlined plan, the magic in option two could be omitted,” Xu Xi mused. “After all, I have all the memories of practice. Starting over wouldn’t be an issue. But since I can choose four rewards, it’s always better to save more time.”

[Ding, the selection of rewards has been completed. Distribution is beginning ——]

With the confirmation, the simulator’s panel began to flicker, and each text line disappeared, replaced by tangible rewards.

The spiritual Qi of the sanctuary from the simulated world surged into Xu Xi’s real body.

Earth, wind, water, and fire coursed through him, while light, darkness, and thunder became powers he could summon at will. The elements emerged from the void, falling under the control of his spiritual power.

Holy Domain Magister—breakthrough accomplished instantly!

“Sure enough, with the simulator’s assistance, these two extraordinary systems—immortal cultivation and magic—not only coexist without conflict but actually complement each other. Cultivation elevates me, and magic transforms me into a god. This is truly fascinating.”

Xu Xi felt a lightness in his body, a sign that his essence of life had evolved. Without the limits of mortal wisdom or interference from the gods, the extraordinary attributes of the Holy Domain Magister began to bless his body. Simultaneously, his cultivation realm advanced. His mana surged from his dantian, propelling him into the late Golden Elixir stage. In the blink of an eye, the golden elixir reached its peak and shattered, breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage in an instant.

Knowledge from the simulation crystallized into instinct, becoming muscle memory. With a casual move, Xu Xi summoned magic from the simulated world. “Unlike the immortal cultivation system, where power stems from oneself, magic is about communicating with and controlling the world—like solving a problem by applying a formula to manipulate the elements.”

This explained why there were so few mages in the real world. The magic obtained from the Extraordinary Control Bureau used parameters from another world. Applying it in the real world required recalibration, which was no small task. “Surprisingly, the simulator bypassed this process, enabling me to use magic effortlessly, anywhere.”

Examining the earth, wind, water, and fire floating in his hand, Xu Xi was pleasantly surprised. On reflection, it made sense. Real-world extraordinary beings relied on slow cultivation, leading to weak foundations. Xu Xi, however, had transformed directly into a Holy Domain Magister through the simulator, resulting in a rock-solid foundation.

“This is the difference,” he thought as he withdrew his immense spiritual power and dispersed the surrounding elements. “With the strength of a Holy Domain Magister, I can navigate the real world effortlessly. Even if I encounter demigods or rogue immortals, I have eternal safeguards to protect my life. Am I… invincible now?”

Xu Xi smiled, appreciating the advantages he gained, even from his sister’s influence. He opened his palm, and the last simulated reward appeared—a charred, gray wand. Though rough and burnt, traces of its original form remained.

“If Krisha were here, she’d be delighted,” he murmured, recalling his time teaching the witch.

After a moment, he placed the wand on the bedside table, near a porcelain sugar bowl.

“Master…”

“Brother…”

Xu Xi’s heart suddenly trembled, and a familiar voice seemed to echo faintly in his ears.

“Krisha? Moli?”

The bright sunlight streaming through the window hit his face, but in the heat of summer, Xu Xi felt no warmth.

Startled, he examined the wand and the sugar bowl, finding nothing unusual. “Is this a simulation aftereffect? Did I hallucinate due to the prolonged simulation?”

He pondered this, realizing that even with his current strength, it might be wise to rest before the next simulation. “Even a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator and Holy Domain Magister needs rest. Otherwise, hallucinations and exhaustion are inevitable.”

Adjusting the wand and sugar bowl to ensure they wouldn’t fall or be exposed to sunlight, Xu Xi left the room.

“One souvenir per simulation… I’ll need a larger storage cabinet soon. Keeping them beside the bed isn’t ideal—they’ll get dusty. Also, I need a better wand. While I can cast spells unaided, a high-quality wand would boost my magic by 20 to 30%.” With thoughts of combining weapon refining and wand-making to create a hybrid flying sword-wand, Xu Xi quickly began preparing for the future.

He didn’t notice the subtle movement—the distance between the “Grey Resurrection” wand and the sugar bowl had shifted slightly, but undeniably.