[You died.]
[The simulation is over. You can choose two of the following.]
[1: Increased Sexual Stamina (Seedling Talent)]
[2: Strengthened Soul (Slightly Recovered Soul)]
[3: Strengthened Physical Strength (First Stage of the Blood Refinent Path)]
[4: Crimson Body Manual]
[5: Wood Law (Inherited Fragnts)]
[6: mory of this Simulation]
Breathing in and out slowly, Noel — without giving even a glance to the choices in front of him — was still seething with anger, trying to calm himself down.
That last ssage from his simulated self... from his future self... had actually helped in calming him slightly. Otherwise, Noel felt that even with all the patience he’d built up, he would’ve lost control — and started breaking everything around him to vent.
Even then, that didn’t an he was fine.
Being tortured by soone who had feelings for Selena...
Becoming an experintal subject for a crazy woman...
Facing an unprecedented, degrading humiliation...
Those were entirely different from being imprisoned by Selena or Lilith.
Even if he had died while being caged by one of them, no matter how many tis — it would’ve been tolerable.
But this kind of shit?
This was impossible.
This kind of outco wasn’t sothing he could accept.
Not his brain.
Not his pride.
Not the faint emotions returning to his hollow chest.
Not his very existence.
Nothing in him could accept it.
Many thoughts ran through Noel’s mind, fast and tangled —
But still, he reminded himself:
It was just a future that could happen. Not one that would.
He had the Codex Null.
And he would continue to grow stronger.
As long as he continued walking his path...
This ending?
It would never co.
So, Noel chose to think more positively.
In one way or another, this simulation had given him more than it took.
He’d lived until the age of twenty-four.
He’d survived past the imprisonnt phase under Lilith.
And most importantly—
He had found a way to grow stronger.
The Blood Refinent Path.
With those thoughts, Noel finally turned his attention to the choices for this premium simulation.
Six choices.
And he could only select two.
That was the first thing that caught his attention. But then, as he read the first choice, his expression twisted.
Were the rewards not supposed to be better?
Then why... was the first one still just a seedling talent?
A useless one at that?
Noel couldn’t help but frown, the image flashing through his mind of that mont in the simulation... where he had failed to keep up with Selena in bed.
Is it because of that?
He wondered.
But in the end, he decided to pretend that choice didn’t exist.
As if it had never been written there in the first place.
And so, he read the true five choices.
Noel found himself wanting them all.
mory — normally, he wouldn’t care.
He hated rembering the kind of pathetic life he lived in these simulations.
But this ti...
This ti, he wanted to engrave it.
He wanted to carve the face of Coren into the back of his mind.
To burn in the na of Liora.
To rember the rage — the humiliation — that his simulated self had endured.
If possible... he wanted that hatred to remain with him.
So that he would never forget what kind of future awaited him, if he wasn’t strong enough.
But the other options were equally alluring.
Especially the Wood Law.
Noel still didn’t know much — or anything — about laws. But instinctively, he felt their value. Even if it didn’t provide imdiate power, it would likely beco precious in the future. Sothing that could open a door others couldn’t even knock on.
That’s why, the Wood Law, was a given!
And then there were the last three:
Crimson Body Manual
Strengthened Soul
Strengthened Physical Body
Which one should he choose?
The logical answer was the Crimson Body Manual.
But Noel — the current Noel — was done choosing with logic.
He was choosing with emotion.
He had spent twelve years chasing the missing mories of his blank nine-year past.
And now, finally, finally, if he selected Strengthened Soul, he would recover a part of it.
Wait for the next simulation?
No.
That impossible.
He had waited long enough.
And more importantly...
He already knew the place the Crimson Body Manual ca from.
Italy. Florence.
If needed, he could go there.
If he didn’t have the strength to get it alone, then he could ask Selena.
She had already acquired it in the simulation, after all.
And so, with the decision made, Noel finally reached out... and made his choice.
[You have selected: Wood Law (Inherited Fragnts).]
Imdiately, Noel felt sothing change inside him.
A subtle change.
Sothing had awakened... or arrived.
But what it was exactly — he couldn’t tell.
So instead of dwelling on it, he turned his attention to the second choice.
[You have selected: Strengthened Soul (Slightly Recovered Soul).]
And just like before, that familiar clarity washed over him — the sa clear-headed sensation that he’d felt during his last soul recovery.
But this ti, sothing was different.
A sudden, sharp pain surged through his skull.
"Agh—!"
Noel clutched his head tightly, his fingers digging into his scalp as his teeth clenched.
He was confident in his ability to withstand pain.
But this...
This was unlike anything before.
A growl escaped him — pained, hoarse, but still restrained.
His bloodshot eyes flickered with agony. Veins bulged around his temples and neck, pulsing with pressure.
He wanted to move.
To scream.
To break sothing.
Anything — just to distract himself from this pain that ca from sowhere deep inside.
Sowhere beyond flesh.
But in the end, he didn’t lash out.
He just... shrank into himself.
His body trembled, locked tight, curled like a wounded beast.
And he endured.
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