Chapter 8: The Preciousness of the Turning Point of Fate

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[Simulation ended.]

[Evaluation: An ordinary professional who spends a lifetime struggling under loan debts, a pitiable figure crushed by terrifying interest rates. Though aware of the financial schemes, he lacks the strength to resist debt collection and ultimately falls victim to harsh financial realities.]

[Based on your evaluation, you may retain one of the following rewards.]

[①: Level 6 experience points.]

[②: Blood Warrior Set.]

[③: Extensive combat experience.]

[④: Keen survival instincts.]

Lin Xia’s eyes brightened as he looked at the information before him.

Though his simulated self had lived a turbulent and tragic life, spending over four years just to reach level six, he knew deep down that without the simulator, this would likely be his real future.

And perhaps even worse.

After all, the simulated version of himself believed he would eventually rise, though the initial accumulation was difficult.

Thus, the simulated self dared to think and act boldly.

Without a cheat like this, he would most likely be trapped by the laws and order of the supernatural world, ultimately becoming a busy debt slave, sighing in helpless resignation.

Therefore, given such a hellish start, reaching level six was already quite an achievement.

Though the level gained by exhausting a lifetime’s savings paled compared to the levels displayed by noble heirs during their three-month exams, Lin Xia understood that he was not yet qualified to compare himself to the elite scions of Jiang City.

Their daily gains in resources were likely far beyond what he could pursue in a lifetime.

“This is already excellent!” Lin Xia was content with the rewards he could choose.

The simulation itself represented precious intelligence about the future.

And after the simulation, receiving related rewards was a significant advantage.

Compared to other low-level professionals who could only crawl as financial slaves, the path before him was a broad highway leading to the heavens!

Though he could only pick one reward, the choice was clear.

In this world, having a sufficient level could solve many problems.

Without the level, no amount of combat experience or survival instinct would be of use.

As for the Blood Warrior Set?

A common rank five warrior’s set could hardly compare to the experience of a level six.

With that in mind, he tapped his thoughts and directly chose the first option.

“Buzz...”

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An invisible wave appeared out of thin air, transforming into the purest energy that surged into Lin Xia’s body.

The next moment, a powerful aura burst forth.

[Name: Lin Xia.]

[Level: 6.]

[Class: Unassigned.]

[Equipment: None.]

[Skills: None.]

[Talent: Loyalty.]

[Life Tier: Zero Rank.]

Lin Xia gazed at the attribute panel, a flash of excitement in his eyes.

The roaring power within him surged and rippled; a level six professional’s physical quality far surpassed that of ordinary people.

This strong power, controlled entirely from within, was intoxicating.

To have achieved in simulation what took four years, now possessed from the start—this meant his next rise would be even faster!

With this thought, he activated the simulator’s main interface.

[Simulation Status: Cooling down.]

[Description: Each natural month grants one free simulation attempt; simulation status can be unlocked by spending Fate Points.]

[Fate Points: 25.]

[Description: Fate Points can be harvested by altering the life outcomes of the world and all things, converting destiny into points.]

[Note: Your destiny trajectory has changed. You have harvested fate for the first time by rewriting yourself. However, if multiplied by ten, this number may represent fate’s silent mockery.]

Lin Xia: “...”

Twenty-five times ten?

That’s two hundred fifty.

But it didn’t matter. His mindset was excellent.

If he could gain more Fate Points, he wouldn’t mind fate mocking him as a fool, an idiot, or even using crude insults. He would happily accept them.

He would even sincerely thank fate.

After all, Fate Points could unlock simulation status—this was definitely valuable for him now!

[Unlock Cost: 60 Fate Points.]

Lin Xia frowned as he looked at the required Fate Points.

Was the unlocking price related to his level?

Ten times his own level?

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If that was all, it wasn’t too much.

After all, having rewritten his own future, he already possessed nearly half of the required Fate Points.

Surely harvesting other Fate Points wouldn’t be too difficult.

Soon, he began planning to rewrite the fates of others.

After refining his plan, Lin Xia headed toward the Jiang City Dungeon Hall.

Upon arrival, ignoring the eager gazes of those around him, he went straight to the dungeon loan office, borrowed money, and entered the Wild Wolf Forest.

Though lacking equipment and skills, as a level six professional, he was still a dimensional overlord in this lowest-level dungeon.

On one hand, his physical attributes far surpassed the wolf packs.

On the other, the level difference meant his attacks inflicted excessive damage on the wolves, while their attacks were capped against him.

This was the overwhelming advantage level difference brought!

In such situations, higher-level life forms could slaughter lower-level ones unilaterally.

Especially since he knew the wolves’ weakness well: the rump.

He was very clear on this point.

Lacking proper weapons, Lin Xia improvised by polishing bones shattered from elite wolves into sharp weapons.

With his speed, he delivered a barrage of strikes to the wolf pack leader’s vulnerable spot.

The wounds were severe; the ground was stained with blood.

After relentless blows to its fatal spot, the alpha wolf soon collapsed in despair.

However, as usual, Lin Xia’s luck held steady—no equipment dropped.

He didn’t linger in the dungeon but exchanged the materials for money and went to the Scavengers’ Alliance, known for freeloading on rookie labor.

For newcomers hoping to profit through the Scavengers’ Alliance, the manager was aloof and arrogant.

But when facing task sponsors, the manager showed a completely different, humble demeanor.

“Honored guest, may I ask what task you wish to post?” the manager asked with a low, almost servile tone.

After all, those working for the Scavengers’ Alliance weren’t very powerful.

They could only bully new low-level professionals; anyone with some strength commanded their respect.

Otherwise, if the sponsors were displeased, hitting them would be futile.

Sometimes, when sponsors posted high-paying tasks, the manager would even apologize in person.

Perhaps during such apologies, they would reflect on why their face wasn’t soft enough to avoid hurting the esteemed guest’s hand.