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

After escorting the elderly couple home, Sylvia returned to the workshop alone. She resumed refining her soul and practicing her sword techniques. She longed to achieve soul materialization as soon as possible and advance to a Second-Ring Sorcerer. That way, she could assist Xu Xi more effectively.

“Miss Sylvia, your face… was it injured?”

The next day, Sylvia opened the workshop door. Hansen and Mena arrived once again, carrying numerous items. Besides food, they had also brought some rare herbs.

“Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mena, what is all this?”

The trees’ outlines grew clearer in the morning light, the shadows of the leaves forming shifting patterns. The girl looked at them in confusion. After some questioning, she finally understood why they had done this.

Yesterday, the elderly couple had noticed Sylvia’s bandaged face and how she tightly held onto her cloak. Seeing her like that, they couldn’t help but worry.

“Miss Sylvia is a good person.”

“Perhaps, perhaps we can help in some way.”

Unaware of the truth behind her undead existence, the elderly couple clumsily took out the herbs they had gathered, hoping to help heal Sylvia’s injuries.

Drip.

Drip.

The morning dew fell to the ground as a gentle breeze passed through. Amidst the soft, pleasant sounds, Sylvia finally came to her senses and smiled as she declined their kind offer.

“Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mena, thank you for your kindness. But my situation is a little… special.”

She hesitated for a moment. Memories of long ago resurfaced—people fearing her because she was an undead. She chose not to reveal the truth about herself. Instead, she offered a reasonable explanation. She told them that her face had been disfigured in a fire long ago, burned beyond recognition. Too much time had passed for any restoration to be possible.

So, although she deeply appreciated their kindness, the herbs they had brought would not help her.

Hansen sighed. “I see…”

Mena’s expression was filled with pity. “Poor Miss Sylvia, you must have suffered so much.”

Her explanation worked. The elderly couple believed her and no longer insisted on bringing her herbs. However, their aged eyes showed even deeper affection and sympathy for her. To them, Sylvia, scarred by fire, was pitiful beyond words.

After that day, Sylvia began receiving different kinds of gifts. Sweet wild fruits gathered by the elderly. Handmade snacks prepared with care.

It was as if they saw her as their own granddaughter. As their time neared its end, they continued to express their affection for Sylvia in clumsy but sincere ways.

“Master Sorcerer, all of this…”

“Just accept it, Sylvia. This is their way of showing kindness.”

The undead girl stood there, slightly bewildered. She instinctively turned to Xu Xi. With his gentle encouragement, she finally accepted the elderly couple’s goodwill, no longer refusing their heartfelt gifts.

Morning light slowly unfolded, pulling back the veil of night. The sky of the Sorcerer’s World took on a soft shade of blue-violet, where light and death energy intertwined, gradually shifting into the darkest of hues. Xu Xi’s strength continued to grow, and his modifications to the Undead Raven had yielded results.

During this time, Sylvia’s progress in soul materialization had also seen significant breakthroughs, and her bond with the elderly couple deepened.

From time to time, when speaking with Hansen and Mena, Sylvia would find herself lost in the past.

“Miss Sylvia.”

“Miss Sylvia.”

The way they addressed her always brought back memories from a thousand years ago. The pride in her parents’ eyes. The care of the servants. The reverence and admiration of her people. Those gazes, those voices, seemed to cross the vast span of time and reappear before her.

“Miss Sylvia,” Mena’s gentle voice broke her trance.

The elderly woman’s frail, wrinkled hand held Sylvia’s own. Her cloudy eyes were filled with sorrow.

“You poor child…”

Looking at Sylvia’s face, she felt a deep sadness.

Someone so kind should have had a much brighter future. She should not have been forced to cover her face with bandages, hiding her scars.

“It’s alright, Grandma Mena. I’ve gotten used to it.”

The autumn sky stretched endlessly above. The sun gradually lost its warmth. Yet the girl’s voice carried a rare warmth within it.

She had endured countless hardships, but she did not see herself as pitiful or helpless. Instead, she smiled gently and reassured the elderly woman that she had long accepted everything.

“Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mena, with Master Sorcerer’s help, I am not pitiful at all.”

“Master Sorcerer…”

“Ah, yes… there’s also Master Sorcerer.”

Under Sylvia’s confused gaze, the elderly couple exchanged a look. Though their eyes were dimmed by time, they carried traces of a knowing smile.

“If it’s Miss Sylvia… then it should be possible…”

“Miss Sylvia is a good person, and Master Sorcerer is a good person as well…”

“We’d love to see that day, old man…”

“But we don’t have much time left…”

The hero blinked in confusion.

A light breeze passed through, rustling the autumn leaves. A few were torn from the trees, drifting downward. Sylvia instinctively caught one. Without exerting any force, the brittle leaf crumbled between her fingers.

Withering and decay—these were the eternal melodies of autumn.

At the same time, the intensifying black vortex in the sky was another sign that the Netherworld was drawing closer.

The winds howled, the sun and moon shifted chaotically.

Xu Xi patiently observed the world’s changes. Finally, in the last moments of autumn, he witnessed the sky darken once more.

The Deathstorm had arrived.

Layer upon layer of darkness devoured all color from the world, swallowing even the last remnants of sunlight. Only a twisted, pitch-black sun remained.

Silence. Wailing. Fury.

Under Xu Xi’s watchful gaze, the Sorcerer’s World was distorting to its very limits. The very laws of reality were fracturing, piece by piece.

The final glimmers of life had illuminated the world one last time, bringing warmth to the darkness.

But now that the last traces of that light were gone—what would become of this broken world?

At this moment, Xu Xi saw the answer with his own eyes.

A violent storm of death surged between the heavens and the earth, relentlessly destroying all that was living. More undead creatures emerged. The environment grew even more lifeless. The world twisted further into chaos.

Everything pointed to the same conclusion—the world was heading toward destruction.

“So… the countdown has begun.”

Xu Xi left the mountaintop, soaring into the sky and gazing down at the distant land. He observed the world’s transformation with unwavering calm.

As time passed, this transformation would only intensify.

Eventually, the Sorcerer’s World would be entirely swallowed by the Netherworld, becoming just another part of it.

If there was anything left to uncover, anything worth researching, now was the time to act.

Otherwise, once the world was destroyed, there would be no more chances.

“One hundred years? Or perhaps… two hundred?”

Xu Xi silently calculated the arrival of the world’s end. At last, he understood why Sorcerers of the Fourth Ring and beyond had chosen to leave.

This world was no longer worth staying in.

Too dull.

Too lifeless.