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

“Master Sorcerer, are we leaving now?”

“No, let’s wait a little longer…”

[The time of warmth had come to an end.]

[The bright sun was gone, and the luminous full moon had vanished.]

[Once again, the Black Sun and Blood Moon hung in the sky, casting equal terror upon the world.]

[The slimes on the mountaintop disintegrated, eroded by the aura of death.]

[The weeds between the bricks withered into a dull yellow, stripped of their tenacity.]

[The world was both silent and chaotic.]

[Though no sound echoed, the heavens and earth seemed to weep, accompanied by the sharp, brittle sound of cracks spreading.]

[You could faintly perceive that the endless Netherworld was consuming the Sorcerer’s World.]

[It was time to leave.]

[The moment you had been waiting for had arrived.]

[The world returned to its desolation.]

[The overwhelming shock had been perfectly absorbed by the mountain, allowing you to avoid the tremors of the world’s convulsions.]

[At this moment, it was exactly the departure timing you had planned for.]

[But when Sylvia asked, you shook your head and turned your gaze toward the village.]

[There, two souls were withering, clinging to their last breath in their frail, aged bodies.]

[Following your gaze, the undead girl understood. Her emerald eyes dimmed.]

“Master Sorcerer, isn’t there anything we can do…?”

“Sylvia, they were happy. They were at peace. All we can do is offer them our blessings.”

Xu Xi looked out at the world beyond the mountains.

Silent. So still, it felt like nothingness itself. Only the weight of darkness continued to spread.

[You decided to stay a little longer.]

[On the first day, Hansen and Mena arrived with slow, unsteady steps, bringing an unusually large amount of vegetables.]

[You stood at the door.]

[Just as before, you accepted their gifts with a smile.]

[The hero stood beside you, forcing a smile to hide her grief.]

“Thank you, Master Sorcerer.”

“And thank you, Miss Sylvia.”

The elderly couple smiled too—pure and joyful.

Even though they were the ones giving gifts, they were the ones expressing gratitude.

They thanked Xu Xi and Sylvia for appearing in the final moments of their lives, bringing them a short yet precious companionship.

Xu Xi took the vegetables from their hands.

They felt heavier than ever.

[On the second day, Hansen and Mena brought another large offering of vegetables.]

[Their steps were weary.]

[Their faces had turned pale.]

[Their life force was barely holding on.]

[Once again, you accepted their gifts. Once again, they smiled—brightly, happily. Their wrinkled faces, marked with the weight of time, stretched into peaceful expressions before you.]

[On the third day, as usual, you and Sylvia waited at the door for the elderly couple’s arrival.]

[Autumn faded into winter.]

[Winter arrived silently.]

[A light breeze carried snow across the mountains. But it was not the pure white of holiness—it was the gray shade of despair and tragedy.]

[Breathing in the snow-chilled air, you felt its biting cold.]

[You understood—there was no need to wait any longer.]

Whoosh—!!

A freezing gust howled, rushing into his lungs.

Xu Xi stepped out of the workshop. Cold air filled his chest, only to be exhaled as a misty breath.

The Black Sun hung high. The world was buried in snow.

“Master Sorcerer, should we keep waiting?”

“No, Sylvia. This time, we go to them.”

Xu Xi gazed upon the frozen world before finally stepping forward, heading toward the village.

The hero followed close behind. They walked through the narrow path, their boots pressing into the thin layer of snow, until they stopped before a small, simple house.

Low. Dilapidated. The walls were uneven, patched with signs of countless repairs.

The wooden door was wide open.

Wind and snow rushed inside, making the door creak and rattle.

Once, someone would have fixed it again and again.

Now, no one ever would.

Two chairs sat neatly outside the wooden house, placed close together.

They were crude—handmade from rough, uneven wood, half-leaning, half-toppled. They looked as though someone with poor craftsmanship had built them.

But they were just enough for two people to sit and rest.

Xu Xi’s eyes rested upon the figures in those chairs.

Two wrinkled faces, creased by the hands of time, frozen in peaceful smiles.

Hand in hand.

Side by side.

Their faces had been numbed by the cold. A thin layer of snow covered their still bodies.

The spark of life had already been extinguished. There was no more breath. No more heartbeat.

No one else in the world would know or care.

In a dying corner of a dying world, two elders had passed away in peace.

And no one would ever know just how happy they had been in their final moments.

“…”

“…”

In the quiet stillness of winter, Xu Xi raised his hand.

With elemental magic, he dug a large grave before the small house.

With soul power, he carefully lifted Hansen and Mena’s bodies—still hand in hand—gently lowering them into the grave.

“Good night.”

He whispered his farewell. Standing in the wind and snow, he activated his spell once more, slowly filling the grave.

This was why he had stayed.

In this cold, despairing world, their bodies would have been left exposed to the elements.

No one else would have buried them.

But Xu Xi held deep respect for Hansen and Mena. He didn’t want to see such a fate befall them.

So before he left, he made sure they were laid to rest.

The snowstorm continued.

Amidst the endless white, two gravestones stood quietly.

“Good night, Grandpa Hansen.”

“Good night, Grandma Mena.”

The deep green of Sylvia’s eyes shimmered with sorrow.

She knelt and ran her fingers across the gravestone’s rough surface, tracing the engraved names of the two elders.

The wind howled like a beast, but the silence in her heart blocked out all sound.

This was not the first time she had faced loss.

She was strong.

She could bear the pain of parting.

But being able to endure loss did not mean she liked it.

Sylvia turned to Xu Xi, her voice filled with confusion.

“Master Sorcerer… Do all those who pass away go to the Netherworld?”

Xu Xi nodded. “The Netherworld is the final resting place for all souls. Those with strong consciousness and unfulfilled desires will become undead under its laws.”

“Souls that perish as undead, along with those that are inherently pure, will await rebirth.”

Hansen and Mena had been happy.

They had passed without regrets.

Their souls were the purest kind—directly entering the Netherworld’s cycle of reincarnation, never suffering the corruption of undeath.

Understanding this, Sylvia clasped her hands together and silently prayed at the gravestones.

She trembled.

She offered her blessings.

She wished for Hansen and Mena to have a beautiful next life.

After finishing her prayer, she turned back to Xu Xi.

Her expression was that of a broken yet determined smile.

“I’m sorry, Master Sorcerer. I feel like I took too long.”

“I should have been stronger, but… I wasn’t. Not at all.”

“I’m still so immature.”

“I’m really sorry…”

“This should be a happy thing. Grandpa Hansen and Grandma Mena were smiling so beautifully… yet I feel so sad.”

The hollow skeleton beneath her armor tried its best to form a smile.

Her brows curved slightly.

Yet within her emerald eyes—there was the glint of unfallen tears.