Chapter 10 Mini Version of Long Aotian
"New simulation, different from the beginning!"

Zhao Si, who had entered the game state, was thoughtful:
According to the previous prompt information, if the previous simulation has collected enough information, then it will be judged that the simulation is over and enter the next round of simulation.

The protagonist of the next round of simulation will carry with him what he has seen and heard in the previous round and become a "reborn person" in a sense. Thanks to the accumulation of the previous round, the protagonist of this round will have more choices and a higher vision, and the achievements he has made will also be improved accordingly.

This cycle repeats itself, with each simulation collecting more valuable information for the next one, until the effect of being aware of everything in advance is achieved. It is like being treated like a protagonist.

No, he was the protagonist!
"Let me see how high the upper limit of the operation of the reborn is..."

[You were given the name "Jin Bing". Although the name was chosen carelessly and sounds just like the names of ordinary people, it is still a sign that your parents value you. Unlike you in your previous life, you didn't even deserve a name.]

[However, when you think of the various speeds your cheap parents cut off from you in your previous life, you feel sick. You only accept your parents' kindness on the surface, but secretly disdain them. ]

[Soon, your father, in order to give you a better future, took the initiative to send you to the "Yuying Class" in the Heavenly Palace, where you were taught by the famous teachers of the Heavenly Palace together with the talented teenagers from various tribes in the prehistoric world.]

[Thanks to the inheritance of demon writings from your previous demon master, you quickly stood out among your peers. You were able to draw inferences from one example every time, and you learned the demon writings your teacher taught you easily, attracting countless glances, and everyone called you a "little genius."]

[Faced with everyone's praise, you can't help but feel ecstatic. What do you choose at this time (?)]

[A: I've studied for two lifetimes, can't I enjoy myself? Indulge yourself! B: Overcome my restlessness, concentrate on my studies and cultivation, I want to improve so much.]

Huh?
Zhao Si looked at the two opposite options and couldn't help but exclaimed:
"There are actually normal options to choose from. I thought there were two extreme options where you would die if you chose them."

Is this still a choice?
I decided to concentrate on studying, after all, I really wanted to improve!

[You chose option B, overcome your restlessness, concentrate on studying and cultivating immortality, I really want to improve! ]

[You ignored everyone's flattery and continued to learn all kinds of knowledge and concentrate on cultivating immortality. Over time, your progress far exceeded that of the little demons of the same age. The teacher was surprised by your state of mind, so he applied for scholarships for you many times. With the inclination of various high-quality resources such as elixirs and magic weapons, you made faster progress.]

[Just after entering school, you have surpassed the realm of celestial immortals and promoted to the third realm of the immortal way, Xuanxian. Although this level of cultivation is not as good as the upper level, it is better than the lower level. It is only one level lower than the golden immortal realm of your father, King Jin Jiao. If you return to the clan, you will also be a well-known figure! ]

[Seeing that you have excellent talent, understanding and character, your teacher is delighted and expressed his willingness to be your master. He asked if you agree. What do you choose (?)]

[A: I bow down and worship you. If you don’t mind, I will be your foster father! B: He smiled contemptuously: “Who do you think you are?”]

Good, good, the familiar extreme options are back!
Zhao Si thought about it and decided to be quick:
"Let's have a B first!"

[You choose option B and sneer: "Who do you think you are?"]

[Your outrageous speech shocked the teacher, making him doubt that he had misjudged your nature, but he did not get angry, he just sighed and revealed his identity: "I am the Sun Star Lord", and then gave up on taking you as his disciple. ]

[Soon after, you were expelled from school for raising your left hand first when answering questions in class. After returning to your hometown in the East China Sea, you told your father about how your teacher tried to accept you as a disciple but you rejected him, and asked him in confusion what the Sun Star Lord did.]

[When your father heard your rebellious speech, he was so frightened that his soul flew away. He told you that the Sun Star Lord was an innate sacred being that was transformed by the essence of the Sun Star by the Emperor of Heaven himself. He always regarded himself as a loyal dog of the Emperor of Heaven. He was upright on the surface, but he was actually a mean-spirited person behind the scenes. If you offend him, you will be in trouble! ]

[Your father slid down and knelt once again. Not long after, in order to suppress the ancient poisonous volcano at the bottom of the East China Sea, the Heavenly Court ordered nearby Xuanxian strongmen to participate in the suppression. Unfortunately, you were chosen, and then perished in an ancient poisonous fire eruption.]

[The wrong choice led to the wrong outcome. Your arrogance caused you to die young, less than 400 years old, which was still a few years away from Nuwa creating humans...]

Zhao Si: …

Very good, it meets my expectations. [Do you want to go back in time and return to the previous option? ]

"Yes."

【Time has gone back...】

[Seeing that you have excellent talent, understanding and character, your teacher is delighted and expressed his willingness to be your master. He asked if you agree. What do you choose (?)]

[A: I bow down and worship you. If you don’t mind, I will be your foster father! B: He smiled contemptuously: “Who do you think you are?”]

"A."

Zhao Si made his choice very calmly.

[If you choose A, I will bow down to you. If you don’t mind, I will be your foster father! ]

[Your reaction surprised the teacher. Since you said so, he just went with the flow and agreed. Thus, you became the adopted son of the Sun Star Lord, a favored minister of the Heavenly Court.]

[With the intentional support of the Sun Star Lord, you ascended to the top in one step. With deliberate covert manipulation, you passed the examination and won the top position in this session. As an underage demon less than 400 years old, you were airborne to the Wu tribe under Mount Buzhou in Zhongzhou to serve as a military supervisor.]

[The Wu Clan is an ancient bloodline. They are violent by nature. Although they are also classified as "demon clans", their level of civilization is far inferior to other demon clans. Therefore, the Wu Clan has always been synonymous with "barbarism". When demon clans quarrel with each other, they like to scold each other for looking like a Wu Clan member. ]

[It is precisely because of their low level of civilization and simple minds, as well as their bloodline, that they are not afraid of the pressure of Pangu left in Buzhou Mountain. The Heavenly Court imposes the heaviest taxes on the Wu Clan. In addition to regularly going to Buzhou Mountain to collect various rare treasures and provide them to the Heavenly Court, the only way for the Wu Clan to ascend is to be sent to the army to participate in wars, suppress the earth veins, and calm down the evil spirits in various places in the prehistoric world...]

[You relied on your relationship with the Sun Star Lord to be parachuted into a small Wu tribe as a military supervisor. Once you took office, you openly demanded bribes from the local Wu chieftain, and even brought up the name of your adoptive father, the Sun Star Lord, to scare him. The Wu chieftain dared not say anything and had to give you the bribe.]

[After successfully soliciting bribes, you became even more unscrupulous. Not only did you occupy land in the military camp to build a dragon-style house, you also made the witch soldiers work like slaves for you and bullied them at will. After all, they were just a bunch of barbarians. Even if you complained to the sky, your adoptive father could easily deal with it, so you were not afraid at all.]

[Your demands became more and more excessive. Not only did you require witch servants to go to Buzhou Mountain every day to collect elixirs for you, but you also had to collect the ancient blood of the witch tribe to temper your body. The small witch tribe was miserable... until one day you fell in love with a beautiful witch who happened to pass by.]

[As usual, you used the name of your adoptive father, the Sun Star Lord, to bluff people and try to seduce the witch to be your sponsor. After all, you are a civilized person and you don’t play the game of forcibly seducing women.]

[The witch looked at you curiously for a few times, and said with a strange look: "You are less than 500 years old, and you are still thinking about these things before you grow up? So, you are very confident?"]

[You pat your chest confidently: "Just kidding, I'm super confident!"]

[The witch nodded, and captured you alive with a wave of her hand, and then took the witnesses from the witch tribe to the heaven.]

[The Heavenly Court has received a report from a witch about an illegal Heavenly Official case. The Heavenly Court has attached great importance to it and has the Justice God personally try the case. Seeing that you are in a state of death, you hurriedly ask your foster father for help, but unexpectedly, the Sun Star Lord bows and scrapes in front of the witch, calling her "Xuanming Ancestral Witch", and solemnly says that he does not know you, and then directly sends you to the Demon Slaying Platform.]

[Wrong choices lead to wrong outcomes. You were beheaded for corruption and abuse of power. You rose like a meteor and fell like a meteor, leaving only a story for future generations to talk about. You died at the age of 400...]

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