Life Simulation: I Caused the Female Sword Immortal to Regret Forever

“Boom!”

“Boom! Boom!”

After some time, the cold and silent winter was suddenly interrupted by loud explosions.

From within the small city, the sound rumbled outward, shaking the snow-laden branches and sending clumps of snow crashing to the ground.

It was not an attack.

It was the climax of the Winter Snow Festival.

Flaming projectiles shot into the sky, where elven archers precisely struck them, causing them to explode into dazzling fireworks. The brief but brilliant bursts of heat and color illuminated the night.

Through his perception, Xu Xi could feel the lively atmosphere within the city. Adventurers were drinking and clinking their cups together, while merchants eagerly called out to customers, selling their wares.

“Let’s go, Sylvia. I need to buy some supplies in the city.”

“There’s no need to worry. I’ve already set up automatic defensive spells.”

Sylvia was slightly surprised but followed Xu Xi’s words.

Casting a spell to shield themselves from the wind and snow, she trailed behind his familiar and reliable figure, stepping toward the bustling city.

Since becoming undead, Sylvia had not witnessed such a peaceful scene in a long time.

Children playing.

Adults engaged in conversation.

Merchants shouting to attract customers.

This nameless small city was a rare sanctuary in the Sorcerer’s World. The number of undead here was low, and their strength was weak. With a First Ring sorcerer stationed in the city, people had a moment to breathe.

Anyone who saw the festival’s lively streets would feel warmth and happiness.

Sylvia was no exception.

But as she took in the beautiful scene, her body began to tremble involuntarily.

Would her cloak be enough to hide her? Would people notice something strange about her?

Was there a gap in her armor? Would someone see the skeletal form beneath?

Fear.

Hesitation.

As she walked, she instinctively pulled her cloak tighter around herself, feeling as though every eye on the street was focused on her abnormalities.

Every murmur, every glance, she imagined was directed at her.

She even thought she could hear the word—”monster.”

“Sylvia.”

Just as she was about to flee, a gentle hand grasped hers.

The grip was not forceful, only warm and steady, guiding her forward.

“Sylvia, just follow me.”

“…Yes, Master Sorcerer.”

Her anxious heart gradually calmed.

The monster that wanted to run was stopped in its tracks—because that warm hand reminded her that she was still human.

She must not trouble the Master Sorcerer.

With this thought, she obediently followed Xu Xi.

…

[Before the arrival of the new year, the city welcomes the lively Winter Snow Festival.]

[The trained warrior gazes at the festival, lost in thought.]

[Is she reminiscing?]

[Is she feeling sorrow?]

[You have little personal interest in the festival, but you feel that the hero, Sylvia Crowfield, needs this Winter Snow Festival.]

[You hold her hand and reassure her that there is nothing to fear. She only needs to follow your footsteps.]

[Yes, just like that.]

[With you by her side, Sylvia no longer feels afraid.]

“Sylvia, are you feeling better now?” Xu Xi asked.

“…Yes, Master Sorcerer.”

Sylvia seemed dazed, as if unable to believe that she had truly entered the city without causing a disturbance.

It felt too surreal.

Too impossible to be real.

But Xu Xi was right there beside her, assuring her that everything she was experiencing was real.

“Thank you,” Sylvia whispered, gripping his hand a little tighter. “I feel much better now, Master Sorcerer.”

“I’m sorry for troubling you again…”

Fear still lingered within her.

Years of shadows could not be erased in a single day.

But at this moment, with Xu Xi’s presence beside her, Sylvia felt she had nothing to fear.

For the first time in so long, she could look at people without shrinking away.

She could see the young and old, their faces bright and peaceful, moving about in the festival’s lively streets.

No one was staring at her.

No one called her a “monster.”

The only one rejecting herself was Sylvia herself.

When she realized this, and with Xu Xi still holding her hand, the green jewel of Crowfield regained its usual calm.

“Whoooosh!!”

The cold wind howled. The clash of battle techniques rang out.

In the snowy streets, a drunken adventurer drew his weapon and swung it wildly, causing the crowd to burst into laughter and curses.

Above them, the blood-red moon hung ominously, casting its eerie crimson glow upon the land.

Yet amidst the loud voices and joyous commotion, all fear was drowned out.

Xu Xi glanced at Sylvia, who had finally relaxed.

Beneath her cloak was a body that defied human imagination—empty and hollow, yet driven forward solely by willpower.

Sylvia had never lacked courage.

A girl who spent her life fighting the undead would not have done so without bravery.

What she truly lacked was someone to acknowledge her existence.

Xu Xi hesitated for a moment, then loosened his grip, intending to let her walk on her own.

Slap!

Her hand grabbed his again, even faster this time.

“Master Sorcerer, for your safety, please do not stray too far from me.”

“By the honor of the Crowfield family, I will protect you.”

Her voice was serious as her vigilant gaze swept over the surroundings, as if expecting some invisible enemy to appear at any moment.

Xu Xi glanced down at his hand, which was now slightly reddened from her firm grip.

“Sylvia, could you loosen your grip a little? I’d like to browse some goods.”

“Ah, I’m sorry!”

Beneath her hood, Sylvia repeatedly apologized, feeling as though she had just embarrassed herself as a noble.

Seeing her flustered reaction, Xu Xi chuckled softly and reached out, brushing the snowflakes off the hood of her cloak.

The night market streets were illuminated by torches.

The flames flickered and danced, making the air seem to glow with warmth.

And in that light, Xu Xi saw Sylvia’s eyes shining as well—deep green like polished gemstones, both delicate and unyielding.

…

[You and the undead girl took part in the Winter Snow Festival together.]

[It was an ordinary and peaceful celebration.]

[You purchased food, spices, and basic materials, preparing for the long journey ahead.]

[There were no undead invasions.]

[No catastrophic disasters from above.]

[The festival began in peace and ended in peace. Nothing particularly noteworthy happened.]

[But with your help, the undead girl, now changed in appearance, stepped into a city of the living for the first time in ages and blended in without issue.]

[You believe this experience will help Sylvia’s growth.]

…

[Winter fades, and spring arrives. The thick snow melts away, replaced by vast stretches of strange, gray vegetation.]

[The influence of the Netherworld has begun turning the Sorcerer’s World increasingly necrotic.]

[You gaze upon this changing landscape and decide it is time to continue your journey.]

[Your loyal Nether Raven arrives, ready to carry you and Sylvia to even more distant lands.]