I Have a God Simulator

In different Eras, the passage of time in the simulator also varied.

For example, in the last Era, ten years in the Yao Race World were equivalent to one day in the real world.

But after the second Era Update, twelve years had to pass in the Yao Race World to equal one day in the real world.

The Yao Race’s unified calendar also made the passage of time in the Pixel World clearer and more intuitive.

Luh Yao found Shi Bao.

Shi Bao was now an old man in his twilight years. He had returned to Yan City from White Castle and taken up a part-time position as a mathematics lecturer at the School of Engineering. He remained the Prophet who was most in touch with the common people.

The old Prophet was leaning on a cane, giving a lecture in a small room. "The relationship between numbers and words is inseparable. Its earliest origins can be traced back to the Tribe’s Brief History, recorded by Astrologer Shahan."

"In the Tribal Trade Code written by Shang Li, numbers officially became a field of study. Each number was given a special meaning and could represent all the familiar things we see."

"But the development of mathematics has always been a winding path. While the Yao Race has been making breakthroughs in various fields, this ancient, fundamental knowledge has long been in a state of Stagnation, failing to form a rich system."

"Who can tell me why this is the case?"

Shi Bao looked at the students below the stage.

A student raised their hand.

"Because math is too hard!"

This drew laughter from many.

"That’s true, too."

Shi Bao asked, "Anything else?"

Another student said, "I think it has to do with the Divine Book."

"Oh? Tell me more."

Shi Bao motioned for him to continue.

The student stood up. "Yao God bestowed a Blessing upon us—the Divine Book, which records numerous Divine Texts. Many Yao Race Scholars have tried to decipher it, but to no avail."

"I’ve looked through the relevant records in the library. It says the Scholars were mainly divided into two schools of thought: one specializing in studying the Divine Texts in the book, and the other focused on cracking the Divine Talismans within."

"Those Divine Texts and Divine Talismans are each wonderfully profound, but they must be connected to truly understand the Divine Book. Three eras have passed, and the Scholars are still at a loss."

"The characters and words in the Divine Book have also caused the study of numbers and words to stagnate for a long time. This is because taking it a step further might mean entering the Divine Domain, an area mortals cannot touch. Out of fear and worry, most Scholars stop."

Shi Bao asked him, "Did you come up with all this yourself?"

"Yes."

The student said, "I also visit the museum often, hoping to draw inspiration from the Divine Book. But... it’s too difficult."

Luh Yao took note of this 16-year-old student.

His name was Jiujian, a name with a sharp edge to it.

The one who had just said math was too hard was a female pixel person named Shang Meng. She sat in the back row, a jumble of tangled lines above her head, seemingly struggling to keep up.

Shi Bao leaned on his cane and said, "I don’t know what’s recorded in the Divine Book. However, the birth and progress of mathematics actually came from disaster."

"You should all know that the appearance of Calamity Beasts caused the Yao Race to experience a very difficult period. Many people died from floods, droughts, and landslides."

"At that time, we only knew how many people the disasters killed. We couldn’t make those who hadn’t experienced it understand how terrible natural calamities were."

"However, the combination of numbers and words could."

"’The flood caused two people to die.’ This was the old way of describing and recording."

He paused. "’The flood caused 2 people to die. One was a 6-year-old child, and the other was the child’s 26-year-old mother.’"

"What’s the difference between these two sentences?"

Shi Bao looked at the students around him. "The latter is more precise. Because of the combination of numbers and words, it more accurately conveys things that cannot be seen with one’s own eyes. This is a simple application of mathematics."

"A higher-level use is in designing buildings, crafting metal farming tools, and even your daily food purchases. For example, on two adjacent streets, East Street and West Street... on East Street, meat patties are 2 Sea Shells each. On West Street, they are 4 Sea Shells for 3. Which would you choose?"

"West Street, of course!"

Amid the unified response, a dissonant voice spoke up: "I choose East Street!"

The speaker was Shang Meng, the one who had found math difficult earlier.

She explained, "A person can only eat one meat patty, and one normal patty is enough for an adult. If I buy from West Street, I have to pay two extra Sea Shells, and I’d have a lot of inventory pressure."

"Meat patties don’t last long; they have to be eaten within two days. So, 4 Sea Shells for 3 is a low-profit, high-volume strategy for the merchant. For a buyer who only needs one, it’s not a deal worth considering."

Luh Yao could only think that she was truly a child from a merchant family. Shang Meng might struggle when discussing pure mathematics, but when it came to practical business, her mind became sharp.

"You’re all correct."

A smiley face symbol appeared above Shi Bao’s head. "Choosing West Street is a consideration based purely on price. The conclusion to choose East Street is formed from more complex conditions and analysis. Mathematics is behind both. You reach different conclusions because you use different numbers and words as your reference."

"This is the application of mathematics."

"You are the future of the Yao Race. You will plan your own futures, and I believe you will go on to calculate the width and depth of the oceans. One day, you might even measure the Sun in the sky..."

"I hope you don’t forget mathematics. It will not deceive you. As long as you learn it, it will give you results."

Seeing this, Luh Yao thought of the book Advanced Mathematics in the Yan City museum.

Perhaps in the future of the Pixel World, a Mathematician would truly decipher it, allowing the toolkit of the High Realm Dimension to truly unfold in the Low Realm Dimension.

...

Luh Yao clicked his mouse, switching the view back to Sand City.

Shi Bao developing the subject of mathematics was a slight detour.

Luh Yao’s current focus was on the issue of talent flow between the two Divine Kingdoms, the Yao Race and the Ring Realm Group.

He looked down from above Sand City and quickly found the foreign workers from the other Divine Kingdom.

Lu Shan, Zhur Hu, and the other members of the Bamboo Reed Kingdom were in the northern part of the city, planting Cactuses and building desert huts. They had gradually developed a rapport with the Backpack Cactuses, but since they didn’t speak the same language, they still had to rely on [High Furnace Honey Wine] to communicate.

Compared to these two, the other Lumin were complaining endlessly.

"It’s too hot. This place is like a furnace."

"Brother Lu Shan, no one’s watching anyway. Let’s just rest for a bit. The Cactuses are working, and they don’t get tired at all."

"Yeah, there’s so little water here. It’s hot and dry, I’m dying of thirst."

Faced with the complaints and requests from his people, Lu Shan said, "Everyone, work honestly. Remember not to slack off."

Zhur Hu was even more merciless. "If you can’t handle the hardship, then scram back home. Don’t disgrace the Bamboo Reed Kingdom. Sand City isn’t a place for you to come and enjoy yourselves, you’d better get that straight!"

The Lumin immediately stopped complaining and went back to work with their heads down.

Lu Shan said reassuringly, "Countrymen, we are here to learn. The knowledge here—on planting, construction, Refining, exploration—is all desperately needed by the Bamboo Reed Kingdom."

"We will face very difficult trials, but I hope everyone remembers that you must learn for the rise of the Bamboo Reed Kingdom!"

"All the knowledge, skills, and experience here could have a huge impact on the Divine Kingdom where we live. We must seize every moment to learn."

"We came to Sand City not to stay here in the end, but so that we can go back and build our own Sand City in the Bamboo Reed Kingdom!"

These words soothed the Lumin’s irritation, and they all became serious about their work.

Luh Yao shifted his perspective again, looking toward the sole survivor from the Ghost Realm, the Ghost Physician Binn Jiao.

At that moment, Binn Jiao was receiving treatment.

Three Yao Race Physicians wearing Ghost Armor surrounded him, having placed him on a sickbed.

The doctors in Sand City were, without exception, Ghost Scholars.

One of the Physicians asked him, "How are you feeling now?"

"I feel... much more comfortable. I don’t feel weak or sleepy anymore. It’s just that my whole body is a bit itchy after the medicine was injected, and the wound hurts a little."

The Weakness status above Binn Jiao’s head had disappeared, and his Life Value had recovered from 161 to 172.

"It seems the [Mixed Blood Potion] is indeed effective."

"However, we used a Mixed Blood Potion cultivated from Poisonous Mosquitos. There might be side effects, so we need to observe him for a long time."

"The Funeral Race is very similar to Ghouls. Perhaps a [Mixed Blood Potion] made with Ghoul blood would be more effective."

"To find a special blood source, we’ll have to ask the mayor for help."

"We can also try other medicines to run a control treatment."

Binn Jiao watched the Yao Race Physicians discuss amongst themselves, a jumble of tangled lines lighting up over his head. "...I thought I came here to treat Ghosts, not to become the one being treated by you."

A Ghost Scholar said, "A Physician cannot heal himself. Everyone has their own specialty. Back when we were still in the Old Empire, we often handled all sorts of difficult and complicated cases. The Bo Race was at war for years, and their weak Medical knowledge meant they simply couldn’t bear the losses of war."

"Get some rest. Pay attention to your physical condition at all times, and call us if you feel any discomfort."

After speaking, the Physicians left.

Binn Jiao lay alone on the bed, an oval-shaped thought bubble floating above his head.

’The Yao Race can actually cure this kind of terminal illness. Lord Blo was right after all. In the future, no one from the Funeral Race will have to die just because they treat Ghosts...’

’But why is it like this? The Ghosts here are completely different from the Ghosts in the Ghost Realm.’

’What is a Magic Potion? I don’t get it at all.’

’Are there really this many types of medicine in this world?’

’Am I a doctor or a patient?’

’Is my job to be healed or to be studied?’

A series of questions popped up above the Funeral Race pixel person’s head.

...

Luh Yao yawned and glanced at the time.

12:32 AM.

Time to rest.

Just as he was about to get up and wash his face, a notification popped up in the simulator.

[Pasha has found the Dragon Residence Passage: Continent Island.]

[Positioning complete.]

Luh Yao’s spirits lifted, and he immediately switched to the World-Dimension Space view.

On the coordinate system displayed on the dashboard, a yellow dot of light was quite conspicuous, right next to the green dot of the Yao Race Vortex World.

The location provided by Pasha showed that the Tunnel World named Continent Island was just ahead.

However, in the domain of the World-Dimension Space, there was only a black void.