SWNOVELXO Chapter 15:
Chapter 15: After You Died, She Went Crazy:
[At the last moment of your simulated life, you successfully saved your sister through your own efforts.]
[Your heart is at peace, and you die without regrets.]
[Although your Heavenly Spirit roots mean your future should have held limitless possibilities, you feel no regret. You believe you made the right choice.]
[The simulation ends, and the system begins calculating your wonderful moments.]
[Simulation evaluation calculation in progress…]
[Simulation rewards are being generated…]
[The host consciousness returns. Simulation cooldown countdown begins…]
“The familiar ceiling.”
Xu Xi felt as if he’d been thrown into a washing machine and spun dozens of times. His mind buzzed as he awoke, finding himself back in the real world.
He was seated in his wheelchair, semi-reclined, staring at the white ceiling above.
Looking down, Xu Xi saw the book he had held before starting the simulation. Its cover was clean, untouched by dust, as if no time had passed.
“After spending so many years in the simulation world, has nothing changed here?”
“This must be what they call a paused timeline.”
Relief washed over him. If time had flowed equally in both worlds, his sudden disappearance would have made him a missing person in the real world.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
The simulator began emitting beeping sounds, processing the rewards from his first simulation.
Xu Xi ignored it.
He moved his wheelchair to the bed, using his arms to lift himself onto it.
Each movement was a struggle, but he managed to lie down and close his eyes.
He was utterly drained.
Though his simulated body had perished, his mental exhaustion remained, weighing heavily on him.
So he decided to rest.
Half-asleep, Xu Xi thought he heard the sound of rain outside the house…
…
Heavy rain poured down, as if the heavens themselves had collapsed. The water seemed to wash over the entire Heavenly Sword Sect, diluting even the thick stench of blood in the air.
The storm raged, splashing water everywhere.
But the girl remained motionless.
Kneeling in the rain, Xu Moli stared blankly at the ground, her hands clutching at the mud as if trying to grasp something.
Yet, under the relentless rain, everything slipped through her fingers.
She held onto a single remnant—a tattered piece of cloth, the only relic left behind by her brother. Once pristine white, it was now stained black with blood, impervious even to the rain’s cleansing.
The girl knelt silently, gripping the bloodied cloth tightly.
No matter how much she wished otherwise, no matter how much she refused to believe it, the searing pain in her chest, the unbearable regret, and the overwhelming hatred made one truth undeniable:
Her brother was gone.
The brother who lit fires to warm her in winter…
The brother who spent long days earning money to buy her sweets…
The brother who stayed by her side when she was unconscious and frail…
He was gone.
And he wasn’t coming back.
This wasn’t a temporary goodbye but an eternal farewell.
A strangled cry rose from her throat, but no tears came. Her eyes were dry, yet the grief in her heart was immeasurable.
For the first time in her life, Xu Moli wanted to die.
But even that thought felt like a betrayal.
Her brother had sacrificed everything to save her. If she gave up now, it would render his death meaningless.
So, instead of giving in, Xu Moli let the despair consume her.
The sound of battle raged on outside.
The righteous sects had arrived to assist, joining forces with the remaining cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect to repel the demonic cultivators. The demonic forces, overwhelmed, fled in panic.
None of this mattered to Xu Moli.
Neither righteousness nor evil concerned her anymore.
As the fighting continued, she heard snippets of conversation.
“Damn it, these righteous hypocrites came so quickly!”
“The plan failed. Retreat now!”
“Haha, it doesn’t matter. We’ve killed three Nascent Soul Realm cultivators this time, including that so-called Xu Xi.”
“That monster killed over a dozen Golden Core Realm cultivators by himself. Luckily, he died in the end.”
“A genius? Just a lucky fool.”
Unforgivable…
Unforgivable.
Unforgivable!
Hatred surged within her like a roaring inferno.
Her body trembled as she stood, tears streaming down her face. Her expression was an eerie mix of laughter and sorrow.
She picked up the blood-stained cloth and used it to tie her hair back.
Her black hair flowed like a banner of vengeance. With her brother’s wooden sword in hand, Xu Moli stepped into the rain.
The girl who once cried and laughed became a figure of wrath and despair.
With one swing of the sword, the heavens trembled.
With another, the world seemed to weep.
Her murderous intent became her path.
She broke through the bottleneck of Foundation Establishment Realm in an instant and condensed her Golden Core with pure hatred.
Her enemies, Golden Core cultivators and Nascent Soul Realm cultivators alike, fell before her blade.
“I’ll make you all pay… I’ll bury you with my brother!”
The girl’s voice carried both laughter and tears as she cut through her enemies. Each swing of the wooden sword unleashed devastation.
Some demonic cultivators tried to rally, declaring they could defeat her as they had defeated her brother.
But their words barely left their lips before they were silenced.
One by one, they fell, unable to escape the sword light that pursued them relentlessly.
Those who witnessed the scene trembled.
Even righteous cultivators, arriving to help, froze in fear at the sight of the corpses strewn across the battlefield.
Broken limbs and shattered weapons littered the ground, forming a gruesome mosaic of death. Blood mixed with rain, creating a crimson deluge.
And at the center of it all stood Xu Moli.
Alone, atop a mountain of corpses, surrounded by a sea of blood.