"You survived a total of twenty years in this simulation!"
"You left a deep mark in an area."
"You profoundly interfered with the fate of an area."
"Settlement complete. You obtained a total of three thousand one hundred and fifty points in this simulation!"
Lines of text appeared, and the simulator interface popped up, appearing before Simon Harper's eyes.
The lottery wheel also appeared with it.
'It seems my idea was correct; after establishing the organization, the simulation points I obtained this time are dozens of times more than last time!'
Seeing the simulation points he had obtained this time, Simon was delighted.
Although his manipulation of the Verdant Society had always been covert, the Verdant Society hadn't done nothing.
Under his control, wherever the Verdant Society existed, the social atmosphere and public order improved significantly.
Although the Verdant Society had always been hidden in the dark, the number of people it influenced was countless.
His gaze shifted, and Simon looked at the lottery wheel, taking a deep breath: "Draw!"
As Simon clicked with his mind, the wheel spun rapidly, then gradually slowed down, and the pointer stopped at a certain spot.
"Consuming ten simulation points, congratulations on obtaining a piece of broken silver."
"Consuming twenty simulation points, congratulations on obtaining James Ward's saber martial arts cultivation."
As the wheel stopped, Simon felt an instant change in his body; his palms, arms, body, and everything else underwent a change.
He clenched his hand, felt it for a moment, and nodded.
'My body has become more suitable for wielding a saber. Unlike before, my muscles hadn't been tempered at all, which created resistance when wielding a saber.'
Although his saber dao realm and various saber martial arts had not changed, he now possessed the saber martial arts body tempered in the simulator world, making him as powerful in saber martial arts as he was in the simulator.
In an instant, the muscles in Simon's current body, used for wielding a saber, became identical to those of his body in the simulator world.
With that thought, Simon looked at the lottery wheel and continued to draw.
"Consuming thirty simulation points, congratulations on obtaining a wisp of James Ward's Origin Qi."
"Consuming forty simulation points, congratulations on obtaining James Ward's teacup."
Looking at the teacup that appeared out of thin air before him, Simon silently exerted force, directly crushing the teacup into fragments.
"Consuming fifty simulation points, congratulations on obtaining a writing brush."
"Consuming sixty simulation points, congratulations on obtaining..."
In the blink of an eye, two hundred and ten simulation points were spent by Simon.
However, he still hadn't drawn the item he most desired.
'I refuse to believe I can't get it!'
His gaze shifted, and Simon's mind clicked fiercely on the lottery wheel.
"Consuming seventy simulation points, congratulations on obtaining James Ward's sword martial arts cultivation."
Simon's body underwent some more changes.
"Consuming eighty simulation points, congratulations on obtaining James Ward's high-grade long saber."
A high-grade long saber, which he had used in the simulated world, appeared by his side.
Finally, after spending another four hundred and fifty simulation points, Simon finally drew what he wanted.
"Consuming ninety simulation points, congratulations on obtaining James Ward's martial dao cultivation!"
With a 'boom,' as the lottery wheel stopped, Simon's Inner Breath exploded, and his surging Inner Breath rapidly grew stronger, instantly progressing from initial Inner Breath to the Great Accomplishment of Inner Breath.
However, even at this stage, the change in his Inner Breath did not stop; instead, it continued to grow stronger.
Finally, the Inner Breath grew to its limit. Simon felt a slight tingling in his glabella, and his surging Inner Breath converged. A Sea of Consciousness, filled with hazy gray Qi, appeared in his perception.
In the space, surging Inner Breath Origin Qi moved and converged. A wisp of Innate True Spirit appeared within the hazy and dim Sea of Consciousness, emitting a faint clear light that illuminated the surrounding three feet.
Under the illumination of the clear light, the hazy gray Qi in the Sea of Consciousness dissipated, as if repelled by an invisible force, moving away from Simon's Innate True Spirit.
When everything stopped changing, Simon opened his eyes, looking at the exceptionally vibrant world before him, and smiled faintly.
He had once again become an Innate martial artist.
He glanced at the clear dungeon before him, then Simon's gaze returned to the lottery wheel.
'Now that I have everything I need, I won't draw with the remaining points.'
With that thought, Simon closed the lottery wheel.
"Drawing complete!"
"Second simulation ended, you have unlocked the Floating Time function!"
Looking at the suddenly popped-up message, Simon was startled, then quickly checked the changes in the simulator.
After a long while, Simon nodded with a look of realization.
'So, the so-called Floating Time function means that in the future, I won't need to use simulation points to extend the simulated world. As long as I still have simulation points, when the ten years that come with the simulated world end, the simulator will automatically use simulation points to extend the simulated world for me.'
'This will make things much more convenient. I won't have to set a fixed time anymore.'
'As long as I can survive in the simulated world, and as long as I have enough simulation points, I can live for countless years in the simulated world.'
Simon was naturally happy about the positive changes in the simulator.
Simon's gaze shifted, and he looked at the two thousand seven hundred simulation points he had left, shaking his head slightly.
Although the current points seemed like a lot, Simon knew that these points were still too few, and probably wouldn't be enough for the next draw.
However, he had left the Verdant Society in this simulation, so when he simulated again, the simulation points he could obtain would definitely surpass this time's.
His gaze shifted, and Simon looked at the clutter around him. With a casual wave, his exquisite True Qi circulated, directly destroying the clutter before him, making it impossible to tell what it originally was.
After destroying the clutter, Simon drew the high-grade long saber that had accompanied him for a long time, looking at the snow-white blade, and immediately smiled.
Compared to when the last simulation ended, his current cultivation had reached the Innate Realm, and he had also gained many martial arts, making his strength truly take a leap.
'Harper Family.'
Simon's gaze turned cold.
The Harper Family had imprisoned him for so long and was even preparing to kill him, so Simon naturally wouldn't just sit back and do nothing.
Moreover, the advanced cultivation technique for his Serpent Coil, the 'Mystic Serpent Art,' still needed to be obtained from the Harper Family.
His current body was from a collateral branch of the Harper Family, usually only able to learn the Serpent Coil cultivation technique and some fist and foot martial arts. It would be impossible to obtain the legacy of the Mystic Serpent Art through ordinary means.
Therefore, Simon naturally couldn't let the Harper Family off.
Although the Harper Family was the kin of his current body, in Simon's view, this had absolutely nothing to do with him.
He occupied the body of a dead man; should he then recognize this body's father as his father, and its kin as his kin? Simon was naturally not an animal to do such a thing as casually recognizing fathers and mothers, which only animals would do.
Those who casually recognize fathers, have they ever considered where their own biological father stands? If Simon were the biological father of such a person, he would naturally, without a second thought, directly palm-kill such an animal.
Now, he occupied this body. If the Harper Family's relationship with him was good, then so be it; Simon would naturally not stir up trouble. But now, the Harper Family wanted to execute him, so Simon naturally wouldn't swallow his anger.
With that thought, looking at the iron-forged prison bars before him, Simon casually swung his long saber, shooting out several saber Qi.
The bars shattered, cut into four sections by the saber Qi, falling to the ground with a 'clank' sound that echoed repeatedly off the dungeon walls.