I Have a God Simulator

Slime Mod explained that Golden Vault Star, the Titled Deity it dealt with most, had long been engaged in this type of trade.

Golden Vault Star’s two most important lines of business were trading Fire Seed Artifacts and Departure goods.

As its unofficial advisor, Slime Mod also had some understanding of the related business.

"In a Departure trade, a wharf, a harbor, or even a specific continent is typically created to display the goods slated for Departure."

The green slime explained, "I have also participated in two Departure trades."

"The process is generally as follows: the seller first places the Departure items on the wharf for interested parties to come and inspect."

"At this point, the seller will use specific methods to stimulate the Departure goods, causing them to exhibit their key abilities and Traits for the buyers to see."

"Once the gods have completed their valuation and reached an agreement, the buyer makes their selection, and the transaction is concluded upon payment."

"The Departure items are completely unaware throughout this entire process."

Slime Mod added, "Lord God, the Departure trade is different from trading Artifacts. Because the merchandise consists of living beings, they are kept in specific environments for long periods to ensure their Traits and individual consciousness remain stable."

"Although the black mist environment of Fog Harbor is somewhat unusual, it basically fits the profile of a Departure site."

"But what truly convinced me was Deng Cheng’s description of the World Pot."

The two green leaves on its head swayed from side to side. "The Fog Harbor the Lamp Race speaks of is just one part of the Divine Kingdom. The true main body of the Divine Kingdom is likely that World Pot."

"Or perhaps there is no Pot at all—merely an illusion and a boundary constructed by the Firefly God."

"It’s like a two-tiered bookshelf. The top shelf holds the Lamp Race and the lamps they create, while the bottom shelf is the true location of the Firefly God’s Divine Kingdom."

Luh Yao couldn’t help but think of "The Little Match Girl."

Compared to the Lamp Race, even the little girl’s life seemed blissful. At least she could see the happiness of others.

The Lamp Race sold their own little matches; they couldn’t survive unless they lit their own fires.

As a member of the Lamp Race, Deng Cheng was more like a defective product. It was not a particularly skilled Lamp Maker, and its Hanging Lamp had been extinguished in the darkness, causing it to fail the sales inspection.

After becoming one of the Dead, it wandered about and eventually passed through Yunzhong Temple.

It ultimately stopped here because Deng Cheng saw the Ghost Lighthouse and the light-filled Sun.

After entering Sand City, Deng Cheng began making Hanging Lamps again with the assistance of the Ghost Armor.

It crafted one bright lamp after another, which flowed back to the Yao Race World through Sand City.

A notification appeared on the screen.

[Hanging Lamps have become popular in Yan City.]

[Hanging Lamps have become popular in Yao City.]

The Yao Race Civilization also obtained new technology and knowledge.

This successful experience gave Luh Yao confidence.

It proved that the Ghost talent-recruitment program was of great strategic value.

This long-term policy would continue to supply the Yao Race with outside talent—even with ordinary Ghosts from other Races, the intelligence they carried alone was highly valuable.

The only drawback was that attracting outside Ghosts was indeed a rare occurrence.

Luh Yao stared at the Sand City Lighthouse, but no other Ghost stopped by.

They were merely bound by the rules, which led them to make a symbolic appearance before continuing on their journey.

Just as Luh Yao was focused on Deng Cheng’s lamp-making business, a line of text popped up in the simulator.

[A rare treasure has formed in a chest at the Elf Lake.]

[The Elves of the south offer it to you as a Sacrificial Offering.]

Luh Yao clicked the entry.

The Sacrificial Offering was a fluffy, white scarf.

...

[Off-Road Rabbit Scarf]: Faith +1/hour.

The wearer can resist the cold.

[Reward 2/3]

Collect the complete Off-Road Rabbit Hero Set to command the Off-Road Rabbit army.

...

Another piece of the Off-Road Rabbit set.

Luh Yao gleefully pocketed it and looked toward the Elf Lake on the Southern New Continent.

The Elf Lake had now been upgraded to LV2; no wonder it could produce a Fire Seed Artifact. He remembered that the chests that formed here used to only contain a few scattered gems.

His early investments were beginning to pay off, little by little.

Luh Yao leaned back in his chair, rubbing his wrists.

Peals of thunder rumbled outside. Amid flashes of lightning, raindrops began to fall. The downpour quickly intensified, lashing against the windowpanes with a sharp CRACKLE.

Winter hadn’t passed yet. The cold rain outside made the window fog over, completely obscuring the world outside.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the doorway.

The Blood Knight guarding the bedroom door gripped its greatsword with both hands, lowering its center of gravity.

In another corner, the Tyrant rested a hand on its sword hilt, ready to spring into action.

Isabel moved to stand between the door and Luh Yao, her Holy Sword materializing in her hand.

The source of the sound was the Three-Headed Hellhound, Harlow.

It lifted its heads, its ears pricked, staring through the door as if trying to identify something outside.

"A familiar scent... Moving very fast."

"Not the Red Dragon..."

"Cancong is here."

No sooner had it spoken than the image of a small figure with large ears and long arms appeared on the door.

Cancong looked just as it did when Luh Yao first saw it, only this time its Life Value was quite robust.

’I don’t even know which generation this one is.’

Seeing Cancong, Harlow said in a low voice, "I have done what I promised you. The memories are here with Mr. Pioneer. You may retrieve them yourself. And with that, farewell."

It turned, bowing its heads slightly to Luh Yao. "I am grateful for your hospitality these past two days and will not forget it. Now, I must be on my way."

"I know you wish to live a quiet life. I will not reveal your identity to anyone. I swear this by the great Nether God."

When eating, Harlow was no different from a normal dog—it ate with savage ferocity and was possessive of its food. But when it came to serious matters, it seemed to switch to another personality, becoming restrained and formal.

Luh Yao said, "You should wait for the rain to stop before you go."

"No, I must find the Red Dragon’s corpse, and there are times the Gate of the Netherworld needs me."

After speaking, it straightened out its cardboard box, leaped up to open the door with a paw, and walked out.

Luh Yao opened the window and saw Harlow heading down the street in the rain.

Though soaked to the bone by the downpour, it seemed utterly unconcerned. The Three-Headed Dog took small, composed, and steady steps, soon vanishing into the curtain of rain.

Turning around, Luh Yao looked at Cancong, who had come in and was now walking along the wall.

"Do you remember me?"

He raised his hand. The mark Cancong had left was still on his wrist.

"I know that a part of my memories is here."

Cancong asked cautiously, "Mr. Pioneer, may I retrieve them?"

"Of course."

As it integrated this piece of memory, Cancong’s ears twitched. "So that’s what happened... My sixty-fifth self did all this..."

"There’s more than that. There’s also the Dragon."

Luh Yao pointed to the screen. "However, you stored that part of your memory in my Divine Kingdom. Just like last time, if you want to enter, you’ll first have to agree to become an Apostle... This is a matter of my security."

"Then I shall trouble you."

Cancong’s personality hadn’t changed a bit. Once it made a decision, it was resolute.

...

In the Dragon Nest, Luh Yao transformed Cancong into the Ninth Apostle. Here, it would complete the rest of its fragmented memories.

A complete Cancong became a small, big-eared figure, depicted only by a border with no color, looking somewhat primitive.

"Dragon, Dragon..."

"Where’s Pasha? Where is Pasha?"

It looked left and right and saw Pasha sprawled out in the Dragon Nest, sound asleep. A lightning bolt icon flashed above its head.

Luh Yao noticed a strange [Weakness] tag after Pasha’s name.

Cancong rushed over to the Juvenile Dragon’s side, a question mark appearing above its head. "How can you be sleeping! Have you no ambition?"

"At your age and at this stage of your life, you can sleep?"

"Pasha, you have to get up! You have to keep training! You haven’t even completed your second awakening!"

It urged with tireless, heartfelt persuasion.

Pasha was woken up by the noise, and a tangled mess of lines appeared above the Dragon’s head. "Master Cancong, aren’t you dead?"

"That’s not important! How have you still not had your second awakening?"

A carefree musical note appeared over the Juvenile Dragon’s head. It kicked up its legs as it lay in the Dragon Nest. "...Because I’m the Dark Sun Dragon. I am a scion of the Dark Sun. All I have to do is sleep to gain the power of the Dark Sun and grow stronger, eventually becoming a Myth."

"Get with the times. The traditional methods of the Dragon Race are obsolete... Nowadays, I can get stronger just by raising some bugs and birds every day. Life is good."

A string of black exclamation marks appeared over Cancong’s head, followed by flames of rage.

It immediately said to Luh Yao, "Lord God, there’s something wrong with Pasha’s thinking. We must knock some sense into it. I request that the Blood Knight be allowed to give Pasha a rude awakening!"

Luh Yao thought that made sense.