I Have a God Simulator

As a Cactus, why would you go to the rainy, humid Ghost Realm?

Whenever faced with this question, Shaka would give the same reply.

"To follow Teacher Matthews and study Writing under him."

’Lying is an essential skill for a Writer; it must come effortlessly.’

The truth was, it was for the generous pay.

Lady Mina, or rather, Lady Jody, had offered an extremely high salary to recruit a personal assistant for a five-year term. The assistant’s daily duties would be to organize books, and the requirements were literacy, a quick mind, and a diligent nature.

The total pay for five years was enough to buy a respectable house in a big city like Yao City.

Shaka loved money. The more, the better.

It yearned for the feeling of being incredibly wealthy.

Ordinarily, an opportunity like this would have been out of Shaka’s reach. In Sand City, there were hundreds, if not thousands, of people who met the requirements.

However, the employer, Lady Mina, specifically requested a Backpack Cactus.

Shaka later learned this was to maintain secrecy for Teacher Matthews. That was why Lady Mina had only sought out a pure native of Sand City—a Backpack Cactus.

Shaka had specifically learned many words, including its own name, Shaka; the name of this city, Sand City; the Yao Race... and of course, the most important one, Yao God.

Its writing was crooked and messy, but it got the job in the end. As for the other requirements, it was definitely considered quick-witted for a Cactus.

But having gotten the job, Shaka felt like a fraud.

’I can’t really write. I’ll definitely be found out within five years.’

’What should I do?’

Shaka could only pray silently in its heart. ’Lord Yao God, please bless me. Let me earn enough money before I get fired.’

When it learned the destination was the Ghost Realm, Shaka panicked.

’For a Cactus, isn’t going to a place like that just suicide?’

It was said that the Ghost Realm was always overcast and rainy, full of puddles and bogs. Water seemed to seep from the humid air, and the Sun was never seen. In the eyes of the Cacti, it was an extremely dangerous Hell.

Shaka said it couldn’t go.

Matthews told it, "Don’t worry. I know your people can’t be exposed to too much water and that you need light and warmth. That’s why we’re bringing a Fire Steam Furnace and plenty of Black Mud. You won’t have to fear the water or the cold."

"Besides, once we get there, we won’t be settling in the Ghost Realm itself, but on Pillar Mountain. It’s dry and clear there, and there’s even a Calamity Beast that can create droughts... So, none of this will be a problem."

Shaka still braced itself and said it couldn’t go.

Matthews chuckled. "You’re well-suited to be my assistant. I was worried that the Backpack Cactus folk were too dull and honest, but it seems there are quick-witted and bold ones like you among them."

It was only then that Shaka understood. The fact that it couldn’t write had been Seen Through from the very beginning.

"Of course, I respect your choice."

The Writer, clad in Brass Armor, said slowly, "However, this might be a rather good opportunity for you."

"Do you know why there are Heroes and Prophets?"

Shaka replied, "Because of the Yao God’s Blessing."

"Correct. The Yao God bestows his grace, allowing the names of Prophets and Heroes to spread far and wide. But not everyone is worthy. Heroes are Heroes because they accomplish what others cannot."

"Most of your kin lack the courage to go to the Ghost Realm. Just as most people would not, like my wife and I, go to live in a backward and impoverished Divine Kingdom."

"When everyone is against you, when you achieve what ordinary people see as impossible—that is the path to becoming a Hero."

Matthews clasped his hands behind his back. "We of the Yao Race conquer the land, cross the seas, enter the deserts, explore the underground, and I believe we will one day fly into the sky. This is what we do. Not because it is easy, but because we are driven to do what others cannot."

"That is what it means to be the Yao Race. We are the ones who make the impossible possible. It is our nature, our courage, and our gift."

"You must consider whether this might be the only chance you get in this lifetime. Not every young person is granted such a choice."

Shaka chose to give up the only chance in its lifetime.

Matthews was rendered speechless. The scene descended into an awkward silence.

Lady Mina raised her index finger. "I’ll add a box of jewels, enough for you to buy a detached cottage with a garden by the river in Saniluo."

Shaka immediately patted its chest and declared, "Mr. Matthews, Lady Mina, Shaka will absolutely be your most loyal and dependable assistant! Neither torrential rain nor raging fire can stop Shaka from following in your footsteps!"

...

Money was the source of Shaka’s motivation.

Lady Mina paid it every week. Holding another pearl or a piece of gold in its hand, Shaka could physically feel a deep sense of satisfaction.

It didn’t like to spend money, but it loved to earn it.

As for the work itself, Shaka had no interest in Writing—at least, not at first. Shaka mostly served as Matthews’s personal assistant, handling all the miscellaneous chores.

It was hard work, of course.

But Lady Mina simply paid too well.

Clutching those glittering jewels, Shaka worked with ever-increasing enthusiasm.

The Matthews’ residence was built on a flat area of Pillar Mountain. The Funeral Race laid its Foundation. With their masterful engineering skills, they constructed the main structure of the house from stone and clay, creating an elegant and refined three-story castle.

The castle’s windows were all made of colored glass shipped from Sand City. This glass was said to have been crafted by artisans from Crystal City, in the City of Brilliance. Each pane was priceless, scattering a multi-hued halo under the Sun that was incredibly striking.

The residence was surrounded by a vast forest and a stunningly large garden. The tree-lined path was adorned with a series of archways made of bamboo, giving them a light feel that blended with the forest.

This was the environment where Shaka worked.

Every day, its job was to stay by Mr. Matthews’s side, ensuring it was always on call. As for Lady Mina, she spent most of her time in the garden, which was filled with all kinds of roses. She loved gardening.

One day, Matthews slumped into his chair in frustration. "Shaka, here’s the quill. You write!"

"Huh?"

The Cactus Assistant was stunned. "But sir, I don’t know how to do anything."

"It’s fine. Sometimes, not knowing is an advantage."

On Matthews’s sudden whim, a bewildered Shaka picked up the quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote the first line of the story on the paper.

It felt it would never forget that sentence as long as it lived.

—Teacher told Shaka, the God is calling you. Go, Shaka, go to the distant and evil Black Abyss. That will be your place to shine.

It no longer remembered why it had written that sentence.

But what Shaka remembered more clearly was the dreamlike feeling it had upon seeing that sentence on the paper, as if it had embarked on a new life.

In the days that followed, Shaka officially became Matthews’s Writing assistant. Its duties included reading drafts, offering opinions, organizing manuscripts, and pulling out necessary reference books for fact-checking.

The castle housed nearly every important book available in the Yao Race World, covering an entire Wall.

That year, Matthews began his new work, the *Tomb Book*. The book told a story that took place in a tomb, one completely different from the dark and terrifying tales people expected. It was also the first time the casting of Magic and combat were formally described in detail.

Compared to his previous work, *Crystal Empire*, the *Tomb Book* was a shift in style, pioneering a new way of Writing that earned Matthews a little less scorn from the public.

Three years after the *Tomb Book* was published, a thin booklet titled *Divine Hall Warrior* began to circulate in Sand City.

The book described a mysterious High Tier profession, the [Divine Hall Warrior], a powerful Extraordinary Being that one could only become after receiving a revelation and a summons from the Yao God.

The purpose of a Divine Hall Warrior was to defend the God’s Faith and majesty and to eliminate all manner of rampaging monsters. A Divine Hall Warrior was even powerful enough to confront an Apostle or an Evil God.

Most of the time, they lived like ordinary people—they cooked, drank, and had many worries.

Only when faced with the most formidable enemies were they summoned. They would arrive at the Divine Hall from all corners of the world, don the Divine Armor bestowed by the God, and enter battle as Divine Hall Warriors.

The book’s appearance immediately captured everyone’s attention.

Shaka, the mysterious author of *Divine Hall Warrior*, became a hotly debated topic among the Yao Race. All anyone knew was that Shaka was a Backpack Cactus, but it had been missing for several years.

It was rumored to have gone to the Ghost Realm.

This claim was met with widespread skepticism.

The Ghost Realm was damp and rainy, perpetually shrouded in a black fog. For a Backpack Cactus, it was like a torture chamber. Who would go to a place like that?

Besides, it was a well-known fact among the Backpack Cacti that Shaka couldn’t write.

Many people believed the author of this book was likely an acquaintance of a Divine Hall Warrior, or perhaps a witness to one of their battles. That was the only way they could have written about the numerous battles and the power and details of the Divine Hall Warriors with such realism.

Because it was all real!

Many people even went so far as to consult Mayor Slime Mod about it.

The Apostle had only one reply.

"No comment."

*Divine Hall Warrior* spread from Sand City to Yao City and Yan City, stirring up a new Storm across the Yao Race World. Everyone was filled with curiosity about the Divine Hall Warriors and thrilled by this mysterious new profession.

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The simulator displayed:

[Shaka has written *Divine Hall Warrior*.]

[The Yao Race has developed a fanatical worship for you due to *Divine Hall Warrior*. Your Faith has increased significantly.]

[*Divine Hall Warrior* has sparked an unprecedented new school of thought, creating an entirely new genre of popular culture.]

This wave of fanatical worship caused the Faith Value in the upper-right corner to increase by 520,000, even exceeding the current population cap of the Yao Race.

Luh Yao was a little bewildered.

’What’s the deal with this book?’