After I Am died, You Tell Me This Is A Life Simulation?
Chapter 3 - Life Simulator! Rebirth!

Chapter 3: Life Simulator! Rebirth!

Endless darkness, like sinking into eternity.

No idea how much time passed…

A faint stream of information emerged from the void.

[Life Simulation Complete!]. [Simulation Evaluation: GOOD]. [Based on your life performance, you have gained one trace of Spiritual Essence. Based on your experience, please choose a skill category…]. [① Medicine]. [② Martial Arts].

In a daze, Fang Han seemed to feel a strange illusion, but a buried desire in his heart led him to instinctively select the second option: [Martial Arts]!

[Martial Arts… Selection Successful!].

Consciousness began to return!

Huff—huff! Fang Han suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

He quickly realized something was wrong.

His surroundings seemed to be an abandoned temple.

The deity statue was weathered beyond recognition, its arms broken—it was unclear which divine being had once been worshipped here.

Dust and spider webs covered everything.

A ruinous desolation.

Fang Han stared blankly at the scene before him. It all seemed vaguely familiar. Wasn’t I supposed to be dead? Then how come…

Could this be a hallucination before death?

The musty smell in the air made him cough.

Dust floated up. Sunlight filtered through the holes in the dilapidated roof, illuminating every tiny particle.

Fang Han instinctively frowned, covered his nose and mouth, and waved a hand to scatter the dust.

But then his body froze.

Something’s wrong!

This isn’t a hallucination!

Wasn’t I dead already!?

Then how…

Looking down at his hands, his skin was tender, vibrant, full of life. These were not the frail, withered hands of an old man.

“This…”

His eyes filled with disbelief. He touched his face—it, too, had regained the firmness of youth.

Wong—

Right at that moment, as if answering his confusion, a stream of mysterious information suddenly surged into his mind.

Fang Han’s eyes widened in shock.

He remained stunned for a long time before gradually coming to.

His expression became increasingly animated.

Looking around again, the sense of familiarity quickly sparked his memory.

This… this was the broken temple outside Linshui County.

Did I return to the moment I first transmigrated?

“No, more accurately… I’ve returned from a ‘Life Simulation’!”

“Life Simulation…”

A thought stirred in Fang Han’s mind, and a half-real, half-illusory interface appeared before him.

[Life Simulator]. [Host]: Fang Han [Abilities]: Martial Arts, Medicine [Simulations Remaining]: 0/1 (Resets annually)

“Well, that’s… a bit rudimentary.”

Fang Han muttered while glancing over his attribute panel.

But he couldn’t suppress the joy blossoming across his face.

Damn!

Fifty years!

A whole fifty years, do you know how I lived through that!?

He had wandered the land, met countless setbacks, and ended up wasting his life stuck in Linshui County.

In this world, learning martial arts without cheats was just too hard…

But now?

The cheat was me all along!!

Marvelous! Marvelous!

The Life Simulator’s ability was simple: just as the name said.

Simulate an entire life.

Simple. Direct. Terrifying.

Fang Han thought back to those decades lived in the simulation—it was nearly indistinguishable from real life.

And that wasn’t all!

He focused his consciousness on the [Martial Arts] section of the panel.

The interface changed:

[Martial Arts].

“Health-Nourishing Technique” (Perfected)

“With-the-Wind Swordplay” (Advanced)

“Taizu Long Fist” (Intermediate)

[Spiritual Essence]: 1/1

“So that message I vaguely heard wasn’t a hallucination—it was real!”

Fang Han’s eyes lit up.

At the end of each simulation, there was a summary. If the evaluation was good, you received Spiritual Essence, which could then be used to upgrade your abilities!

In short:

Add points! Level up!

Fang Han eagerly reviewed the classifications and rankings.

In the [Martial Arts] panel, each martial technique was categorized into four levels:

Beginner → Intermediate → Advanced → Perfected

Beginner: A basic grasp of the technique.

Intermediate: Somewhat skilled, practiced.

Advanced: Deep understanding, highly refined.

Perfected: Mastered to its peak—flawless.

The three martial arts listed in his panel—”Health-Nourishing Technique,” “With-the-Wind Swordplay,” and “Taizu Long Fist”—were ones he’d acquired during the simulated life.

Though his first simulation was full of setbacks, he had still managed to learn a few skills.

Granted, they were all extremely commonplace in the martial world—nothing special.

“Taizu Long Fist” originated from Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Kuangyin. It was widely practiced and essentially the default boxing style across the Jianghu.

Anyone who’d roamed the martial world—especially in the Song Dynasty—would recognize it. Even if they didn’t know how to perform it, they’d recognize the moves.

Fang Han had traveled extensively in his early years and naturally picked it up after much effort.

“With-the-Wind Swordplay” was taught to him by an escort master.

Fang Han often traveled with merchant caravans or security teams to avoid danger. In one incident, he saved an old escort master’s life.

That man repaid him by teaching him his signature art—”With-the-Wind Swordplay.”

Lastly, the “Health-Nourishing Technique”—a basic inner cultivation method—was not something passed down by others.

Compared to external techniques, internal cultivation methods were far more valuable!

As the saying goes, “Practice martial arts without internal energy, and you’ll end up with nothing.”

Even the most basic inner energy manuals were rare treasures.

Fang Han had sought these for years and come up empty-handed.

Major sects never shared their internal methods outside the clan.

Even if you were a secular or registered disciple, you’d get little more than the basics of external moves.

As for inner techniques? They were hardly ever shared.

Unless… you had money or personal connections.

But someone like Fang Han—no background, no talent, no money—was naturally excluded from these circles.

As for small sects…

You’d never know how stingy they were about their martial arts until you experienced it.

Take the Wuliang Sword Sect. Fang Han had spent a year and a half with them. He hoped to learn something, anything—but when he left, he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of a single technique.

They guarded their arts like precious treasures.

(Though to be fair, he had been captured as a suspected Shennong Gang spy…)

Still, it proved the point.

This “Health-Nourishing Technique” wasn’t passed down—it was the result of Fang Han’s effort over decades.

He wouldn’t go so far as to call it a self-created internal art, but it was a functioning breathing and energy-circulation method that he developed through relentless experimentation.

It combined his years of medical knowledge, scattered tips gathered from Jianghu, insights from training “Taizu Long Fist” and “With-the-Wind Swordplay,” and countless observations and trials.

He barely managed to cobble together this internal method.

It was hard-earned.

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