Chen Yuan transmigrated and became a top-tier Celestial Spiritual Root cultivator. In just a few decades, he had cultivated all the way to the ninth stage of Tribulation.

But—what do you mean the ninth stage of Tribulation is the ceiling, and there’s no Immortal Realm beyond that? And there are millions of people stuck at the Tribulation stage in the Nine Provinces?

Luckily, Chen Yuan is bound to the Grand Dao Simulator. Each simulation grants him a new talent, allowing him to comprehend the laws of these alien worlds.

—“I figure, any goal you set your mind to will slightly increase your chances of success.”

—“I’ve got a wild idea: your thinking speed is slightly slower than the average person’s, but occasionally, you come up with some crazy ideas.”

—“Persuader: You’re born with a unique charm that makes it easier to convince others.”

…

But why does the simulation always start with that Qi Refining brat?

And why are you Qi Refining weaklings acting so c*cky in front of me?

…

My name is Chen Yuan. I was lucky enough to transmigrate to a different world—but my situation sucks.

Fine, starting off as a doomed abandoned baby is one thing, but when I tried to cultivate, I got tricked into becoming a mining s*ave.

Thankfully, I bound the Grand Dao Simulator, which lets me grow stronger and escape my fate through countless simulations.

But why does it always feel off?

Like I’m not the one actually starting the simulations?

Also… why are all you people trying to kill me suddenly turning into ash on the ground with just a blink?

Whatever. Let’s keep simulating…

"Don't go out after dark. There have been a lot of fake people showing up in the city lately," my brother—the infamous Rainy Night Butcher—warned with a serious expression.

"Your brother's right," Mom—the Original Fake Person—nodded with concern.

"Bro, can you pick me up after school? I’m a little scared." My little sister blinked at him. But in truth, she was an A-Rank Hero from the Hero Association.

"Your brother’s just recovered from a serious illness. Let him rest at home, I’ll go get you." My older sister, the Captain of the Night Watch from the Special Operations Bureau, took on the task.

Qiao Qingshan, who knew all his family’s identities, said nothing—he just kept fiddling with his phone.

And so, my peaceful daily life began...

"Due to the recent outbreak of fake person incidents, we interrupt this program to bring you an emergency notice from the Special Operations Bureau."

1. Fake people often take over the bodies of those who’ve just recovered from serious illnesses by using a technique called 'soul possession.' If someone who has just recovered begins acting strangely, pay close attention.

2. There are no such things as 'transmigrators' in this world. Anyone claiming to be a 'transmigrator' can be immediately classified as a fake person.

3. Fake people who claim to be 'transmigrators' are considered extremely dangerous. Do not trust any information they provide, including but not limited to emotional expressions, identity claims, or cries for help.

Faced with the suspicious looks from his family, Qiao Qingshan could only sigh.

Alright then... so much for my peaceful daily life.

Since Guan Shan got the horror game simulator in his head, everything in his eyes became horrifying.

A meat restaurant with human corpses hanging in the kitchen, an abandoned apartment building with a phone ringing at midnight, a psychiatric hospital full of murderers…

[Only by killing the final BOSS can this simulation be ended! ]

As an ordinary person, Guan Shan was scared.

In the face of these terrifyingly powerful Bosses, he could only try his best to kill monsters and get some equipment in order to survive.

He was barely able to survive each simulation.

However, in the eyes of others, Guan Shan was a horror and anomaly himself!

“Captain, the S-class dangerous psychic has been killed by him, and the entire base was destroyed by him, but why is he crying for help with a look of fear? Should we save him or not?”

“Are you s*upid? He is coming towards us! Let’s run!”