Chapter 1 Simulator - Primordial

[On a normal day in the 365th Yuan, 7th Hui, 2nd Yun of the Great Desolate Demon Calendar, a small incident occurred in the second-class sea tribe "Golden Dragon Clan" under the jurisdiction of the Demon Court in the southern waters of the Great Desolate East China Sea. A dragon egg laid by the Golden Dragon Queen before the first Yun was accidentally hatched, and you were born.]

[Your birth did not attract everyone's attention, because Jiaolongs are famous for their thriving offspring. Before you, you already had more than 300 brothers and more than 700 sisters, so your father and mother did not value you at all. Your existence was dispensable. Perhaps you were an unexpected product of your parents' love...]

In a cheap rental house, unemployed young man Zhao Si was holding a bowl of instant noodles in one hand and was about to start eating, but he looked at the texts that popped up on the mobile phone page with a look of annoyance on his face, and couldn't help complaining:
"Fuck! Could this game have stolen my personal information to accurately target me?"

Although Zhao Si did not have more than a thousand brothers and sisters, he was indeed not liked by his parents. He was not a left-behind child, but was worse than a left-behind child. According to insiders, it was probably because he was born upside down, so he enjoyed the same treatment as Zheng Wusheng, the Duke of Zhengzhuang...

He downloaded this small game while waiting for instant noodles just now. He wanted to kill time, but he didn't expect it to be a fatal blow.

"Okay, okay! I want to see what's so fun about your simulator. If you're not attractive enough to me, you can get out of my phone right now!"

Zhao Si angrily opened the lid of the instant noodles, ate the noodles and played games, muttering:

"I have to say this, this is actually a prehistoric simulator, and the time units used are not years, months, and days, but rather Yuan, Hui, Yun, etc...."

He had just checked on Baidu and knew that "one yuan" is equal to "twelve meetings", "one meeting" is equal to "thirty cycles", "one cycle" is equal to "twelve generations", and "one generation" is equal to thirty years, so "one yuan" is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years. Large time units such as "yuan, meeting, and cycle" are not very suitable for humans, but they are just right for the ancient world where immortals run around.

"Not bad, the production team is quite cultured..."

[Born as the worthless No. 300 Jiaolong Prince, your value is not much higher than the No. 100 sons of King Jing of Zhongshan. Your parents don't even want to give you a name. At family gatherings, you always act as a tool among a bunch of brothers and sisters, just to make up the numbers. As a result, you have developed a lonely personality like a left-behind child. Apart from being able to talk to a few equally unknown brothers and sisters, you only have to practice.]

[Perhaps it was God's mercy that you had good aptitude. In just a few days, you reached the first realm of Hongjun Immortal Dao, "True Immortal". You started as an immortal True Immortal. I don't know whether to say that your cultivation method is good, or that the innate spiritual energy of Honghuang is too high-end.]

[In the prehistoric world, you never count the years. You are addicted to the pleasure of your rising cultivation level. Time flies by. When you open your eyes, you have reached the second level of Hongjun Xiandao, "Heavenly Immortal". This level of cultivation is common in the prehistoric world and is not worth praising.]

[So you continue to practice...]

[One day, purple air came from the east for 90,000 miles, the way of heaven showed its boundless power, flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses emerged from the ground. Just when you were at a loss, you suddenly heard the voice of the goddess that spread throughout the heaven and earth: "I am Nuwa, and now I have created the human race, and my merits have made me a saint!"]

[Soon after, Taiqing, Yuqing, Shangqing and Xifang Jieyin Zhunti successively established religions, attained enlightenment and became saints. From then on, all the six saints of the prehistoric world attained enlightenment.]

[After many years, Emperor Jun suddenly issued an abnormal decree to all the tribes in the prehistoric world, launching a bloody suppression and massacre against the human race created by Nuwa. The Golden Dragon Tribe also followed the emperor's order to participate...]

[Your life has a choice of direction: A (Go against the will of heaven and follow the order of heaven to start slaughtering people), B (Follow the will of heaven and oppose the slaughter of human beings), which one will you choose? ]

"Life choices?"

Zhao Sixiang didn't even think about it and decisively chose B:

"Nonsense, I am a member of the human race, of course I am against the massacre!"

And if he was a good reader of Honghuang novels, then the incident of the demon court slaughtering people was itself an evil act that defied heaven, which directly led to the demon race losing its protagonist's luck and being replaced by the human race.

So no matter what he chooses, Zhao Si will definitely choose B.

The finger gently falls on the screen, and the story follows the owner's wishes and enters the branch line:
[You chose B, and decided to follow the will of Heaven and oppose the massacre.]

[At the moment when the Golden Dragon Clan actively responded to the Heavenly Court's order to massacre, you, as a member of the royal family, angrily denounced this as a chaotic order and said that you should refuse to obey the order. You also urged your father to side with the human race, claiming that the human race is the protagonist of heaven's destiny and that protecting them would be a great merit. You suggested that you should clearly serve the human race as dogs and jointly raise an army to kill the false emperor of the Demon Court at all costs! ]

【Tribe member: …】

[Your father hurriedly told the clan members that your words and actions had nothing to do with him and did not represent the position of the Jiao King. They were purely personal actions. The Jiao clan is still the loyal dog of the Emperor of Heaven! Then he quickly sent you to the Heavenly Palace to behead the demons.]

[Soon, you were tried by the God of Justice, and were sentenced in public for "treason", "evil treason", "disloyalty", "unfilial piety", "disobedience", "collusion"... You were sentenced to death by beheading, and expelled from the demon clan, stripped of all your demon rights, and immediately taken to the demon beheading platform for execution! ]

[Life is determined by the direction you choose. You made the wrong choice, so you died at the age of less than a thousand years. According to the dragon race's adult cycle, you are still an underage dragon...]

Zhao Si: ... "What the hell, I'm going to die now?!"

Zhao Si’s eyes widened. He hadn’t even taken a few bites of instant noodles yet, how come his character was already ruined?
"trash game!"

Zhao Si was so angry that he clicked uninstall on the spot, but a strange thing happened:
He couldn't uninstall it.

"Caught a virus? Damn it!"

Zhao Si screamed in surprise, only then did he realize that not only could this simulator game not be uninstalled, there wasn't even a "cross" on the exit interface, it was obvious that it was infected with a virus.

He tried to shut down the phone and restart it, but it didn't work. Zhao Si took out a steel needle, pressed the hidden shutdown hole, and then tried to remove the battery, but it also didn't work.

At this point, Zhao Si's heart skipped a beat, and he finally realized that he might have encountered some supernatural event.

Gulu.

Zhao Si was so nervous that he swallowed his saliva and tried to open the door to escape. However, he was desperate because the door lock of the rental house seemed to be welded shut and he couldn't open it no matter what he did.

After a brief mental preparation, Zhao Si, with a look of grief and indignation on his face, had no choice but to sit back at the small table and look at his phone carefully:

【Can we go back in time and return to the option? 】

"Do I have a choice?"

Zhao Si had a bitter look on his face, and nodded with trembling fingers:
【Yes】

The next moment, all the story branches generated by this wrong option disappeared, as if they had never appeared, and the two options were displayed on the interface again:
[Your life has a directional choice: A (follow the decree of the Heavenly Court and start slaughtering people), B (oppose the slaughter of the human race), which one will you choose? ]

"If you can't oppose the massacre, then I will start the massacre!"

Zhao Sixin made up his mind and chose the somewhat extreme option A:

[You choose A, and decide to go against the will of Heaven and abuse people. Follow the trend of Heaven and start slaughtering people! ]

[The human race, which was born less than a thousand years ago, is completely powerless to fight against the myriad demons of the Heavenly Court, who are the natives of the prehistoric world. Their numbers have been drastically reduced by the massacre led by the Demon Court, and the prehistoric world is filled with wailing and wandering souls.]

[The protagonist destined by heaven is about to die, and the way of heaven is enraged, bringing endless disasters to the demon race. At the same time, the luck of the human race is rising instead. In desperate situations, geniuses continue to emerge. With the protection of saints, the clan bloodline is unbroken, and the foundation is gradually accumulating...]

[In the last years of the Demon Court, the twelve witch ancestors transformed from Pangu's blood were dissatisfied with the oppression and discrimination of the middle and lower classes by the upper ruling class of the Demon Court. They formally led their people to leave the Demon Clan and establish themselves as the "Witch Clan" on the grounds that the Demon Court slaughtered the human race without reason. They created witch writing, witch laws, set up the Witch Court, and openly allied with the human race to jointly rebel against the Heaven. The Demon Court was furious, and a war was about to break out.]

[Witches and demons fought in Buzhou, the twelve ancient witches died, the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of the East perished, the pillars of heaven were broken, the earth was destroyed, and then the Queen Nuwa repaired the sky...]

[The human race, who had been taking shelter under the command of the saints and gathering their strength for many years, saw the lack of combat power among the high-level forces in the heavenly court, and so, with the overt or covert support of the saints, launched a war of revenge, slaughtering demons of all sizes everywhere.]

[The human race, who are keen on extreme revenge, use cruel methods, often regardless of age or right or wrong, and all the demons who participated in the massacre order were exterminated. When a demon kills someone, he will take his anger out on his family members. When the clan leader kills someone, the entire clan will be killed. The number of people killed is countless, and the number of creatures in the prehistoric world has dropped by more than 70%. If it weren't for the saints' intervention, the whole prehistoric world would have been slaughtered.]

[After this massacre, all races lost their courage, and the human race officially ascended to the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth. However, the massacre was too much, and all spirits bore hatred. Every demon who had achieved success in cultivation, even herbivorous animals and flowers and trees, would eat one person a day, in order to avenge their ancestors. All spirits agreed that they were demons and hated humans. The resentment of the demons affected their descendants for generations, adding endless suffering...]

[As for you, you had already been destroyed along with the entire East Sea Golden Dragon clan, and became a historical term. In your last moments, all you could see was a strange young Taoist priest with hateful eyes, and the ancient scroll in his hand filled with chaotic air. On the scroll, you could vaguely see two small fish chasing each other happily, one black and one white.]

[You died. The wrong choice led to the wrong ending... Maybe that's not right, because you knew that no matter whether you supported the massacre order or not, you would inevitably be implicated by the rage of the bloodthirsty human race. So you regretted it very much. If you had expected this, you should have killed more people.]

[How come the human race, a genetically modified clone species that has lost all conscience, has not been completely slaughtered? How nice it would be if they were completely slaughtered. The Emperor of Heaven is right! In the moment before being wiped out by the chaotic airflow, you thought bitterly...]

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(End of this chapter)