One Trait Draw Per Year Even Simulations Count

Looking at the starship covered in corpses, those bodies still blocking the enemy’s attacks, gradually being blasted into pulp, watching their blood stain the ship red, you really want to say:

This is just a simulation, even if you surrender, I wouldn’t blame you!

You can’t say it, because that would betray their hearts.

A javelin pierced through Liu Ying, and with her last strength she cried out to you before dying.

“Commander! Go!!

Don’t let our deaths and our families’ deaths be in vain!

As long as you live and can leave this planet where cultivation is impossible!

We believe that one day you will grow stronger, strong enough to make all alien races tremble, to make the entire universe know that humanity is the foremost of all races!!”

Shouts of killing and the wet sounds of flesh being torn echoed one after another.

Above the star harbor, figures swarmed, the enemy sweeping over the land in waves. A group of rebel soldiers, hands dripping with blood, forced you into the starship.

They shoved you into the core cabin, closed the protective layer, then activated the ship’s navigation formation and barrier formation.

Finally, those people retreated, shouting “Die, alien scum,” charging at the enemy.

The starship rose while taking continuous attacks.

The sections you had expanded were mostly destroyed, fragments falling from the sky.

The Eagle Legion continued their assault, and you nearly instinctively struck back, killing quite a few Winged Clan soldiers.

From the transparent porthole of the cabin you saw the ground below, where the rebel army was falling in pieces.

The aliens’ slaughter blades waved, humanity’s blood flowed into rivers.

The earth seemed to howl in pain.

The sky was bleak and ominous.

Except for you, no one ascended.

Even though most of the ship’s outer parts were destroyed, the core area remained intact under your protection.

And there was plenty of spare space, easily enough room to bring in another thousand or eight hundred people.

But not a single rebel soldier made it aboard; they chose to risk their lives to protect the ship and send their commander away.

They didn’t dare board because the enemy was far stronger than them.

What if just one person short?

What if just one person short, and the commander could escape?

Until they saw you successfully leave the planet, they would never loosen their grip on their weapons, never back down half a step in front of the enemy.

This rebel army you raised was annihilated on the day you left Fortune Star.

Photographic Memory let you remember every one of them.

And you also remembered the sight of each of them dying horribly.

Now, sitting within the ruined starship and watching the ground recede farther and farther, how you wished you had equipped “Bro, You’re So Bland,” so your heart would not ache like this.

This is just a simulation… ha, this is just a simulation… just a simulation, right?

You felt dazed.

There was no time for reflection, a new enemy arrived.

Clad in a wide red robe, with two pairs of white wings.

A four-winged Red Cardinal was rapidly approaching from the distant sky!

During your years on Fortune Star you learned more about the Winged Clan, knowing that the number of wings each carried varied.

Most Winged Clan members were born with a single pair of wings; as their cultivation rose, they might grow a second pair, or even a third.

But it wasn’t guaranteed—some evolved to two pairs at Core Formation, others might still have only one pair at Life-or-Death or Heaven-Breaking levels.

A small portion were born with two pairs of wings!

More wings meant access to more innate powers and stronger aerial mobility.

In short, this newcomer was not to be taken lightly!

“You think you can leave?!”

The two pairs of wings behind the Red Cardinal suddenly trembled, producing a shrill howl.

The sound waves swept across the entire starship in a form visible to the naked eye.

Clattering...

The starship you had barely expanded was instantly reduced back to its original shape by that single move.

You had a golden slingshot in your hand.

You spent a green trait tag to save the ship’s core; otherwise his attack would have pulverized the entire vessel.

Seeing the ship still ascending, the Red Cardinal snorted.

“Let’s see how many times you can block me!”

As he prepared to strike again, you lunged out from the starship.

You were now hundreds of meters in the sky, and you couldn’t fly.

But you also wouldn’t fall freely.

Return to Simplicity’s Seven Divine Starry Steps let you walk on empty air.

But this was not true flight and couldn’t be maintained long; the higher the altitude, the greater the toll on stamina and true qi.

The starship was accelerating away from the surface. To avoid being left behind, you bound yourself to the ship with a long iron chain.

You looked like the soldier in the movie The Great Wall, hung upside down by a big iron ring on the wall.

Only below you was not a monstrous beast but the Red Cardinal of the Winged God Church.

“No one is stopping me from leaving!!!”

“Just you in your mere Qi Transformation realm? I’ll kill you like a dog!!”

“Yes! My cultivation is weaker than yours, but I’m not fighting alone!!”

At that moment, seeing the rebels dying in heaps on the star harbor below, you slipped into Extreme Rage and transformed into Super One!

Behind you, the faces of thousands of rebels surfaced—Liu Ying, Chen Guang, and the many soldiers who had accompanied you over the years, learned from you, and faithfully executed your orders!

Those faces merged into golden power and poured into your body.

What is this...

Faith Dao!!

During your years on Fortune Star you couldn’t perform regular cultivation.

But you discovered a cultivation method that seemed unaffected.

Faith Dao!

You had donated porridge and saved human lives.

You taught literature and transmitted martial arts; in the rebels’ hearts you were more divine than gods.

Their reverence for you and the merit you accumulated naturally transformed into the power of faith.

If you had not practiced Faith Dao, you would not have felt this force.

But the thing was, in the previous simulation you had already studied deeply with the Female Emperor Li Lingyue, who possessed the Faith Sacred Physique.

However, without Immortal Qi you couldn’t convert the power of faith into your own cultivation.

Yet this massive power of faith had been stored in your body all along.

At the critical moment of escaping Fortune Star, you released all the power of faith, condensing a towering golden body that rose to the sky, and with one palm slapped the pursuing Red Cardinal from the air down to the ground.

This is impossible?! How could you possess such strength?!