I Have a God Simulator

By capturing the Continent Island, Luh Yao had obtained a complete, masterless Divine Kingdom—something that had never happened before.

He had collected a Nine-Grain Pillar. Even if he couldn’t use it for transport, its built-in passage guidance alone was a priceless navigation tool in the Crawling Area.

Any Divine Kingdom that caught the Venerable Dragon’s eye was likely a promising asset.

Luh Yao planned to follow the path of the Dragon Residence Passage and attempt to collect them one by one.

If he could incorporate them into the Yao Race Civilization, that would be ideal. If it proved too difficult, he would simply move on to the next.

Luh Yao looked at the screen.

The Continent Island was slowly rotating within the inner ring of the Ring Realm Group. Thanks to the wonder, the Red Coral Mirage, no one other than Luh Yao—neither the Ghost God nor the King of Bamboo Reed—could directly observe this Divine Kingdom.

This eliminated a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Luh Yao ordered Slime Mod to try transplanting the Red Coral and Illusory Mirage into the Yao Race World. He also commanded Philos to lead White Castle in a concerted effort to see if they could reproduce the mirage and apply it in other worlds.

After finishing all this, he stood up and rubbed his neck.

The population increase had enhanced his physical senses, but the magnitude of this strengthening diminished over time. It hadn’t exactly turned Luh Yao into a superman.

Fatigue and exhaustion were still unavoidable.

The human body was like this old computer; with constant, high-frequency use, you never knew when it might break down.

That was why Luh Yao had bit the bullet after the New Year and bought a used laptop as a backup.

He opened the window and took a couple of breaths of the cold air outside.

There weren’t many people on the street. The early February air was biting.

He noticed an envelope dangling from a lamppost in the parking alley, swaying in the wind.

’What does Songx Shiyi want now?’

Luh Yao summoned Isabel. After nightfall, she retrieved the letter from the lamppost.

The envelope was a bit damp from the mist, but the letter inside had been sealed in a clear plastic bag, so it was unaffected.

The letter read—

Miss Mary:

Not long ago, I was formally promoted to Senior Prosecutor, which grants me the authority to independently hire Special-Term Intelligence Officers. If your friend is interested, I would like to speak with you in person.

An Intelligence Officer is not required to fulfill the duties of the Committee and maintains a direct line of contact only with their supervising Senior Prosecutor. There is a monthly stipend, and they also gain the right to view non-classified information in the Committee’s database. I look forward to your response.

Happy New Year, and with my sincerest regards.

Songx Shiyi

’A Special-Term Intelligence Officer?’

Luh Yao thought for a moment and decided to feel out the situation first.

Before long, Isabel made contact with Songx Shiyi, and the two met in the parking alley.

Today, Songx Shiyi was wearing a gray woolen overcoat with a form-fitting white turtleneck sweater underneath. Her hair had grown a bit longer and was tied back in a small bun.

Xing Bird Mingzai was still perched on her shoulder. It seemed a little weary, its head drooping.

"Long time no see."

She waved a greeting.

Isabel nodded, maintaining her usual cold and taciturn demeanor.

"Miss Mary, what does your friend think about the Special-Term Intelligence Officer position? Oh, right, let me first explain the policy for intelligence officers."

Songx Shiyi exhaled a puff of white breath and explained, "The intelligence officer system is a channel the Committee established to better acquire intelligence resources from various social groups. Anyone who can provide intelligence can be considered an officer. The Committee’s actuarial department grades the value of the information and calculates the payment accordingly... The compensation varies depending on the intelligence’s classification."

"A Special-Term Intelligence Officer is a step further; they’re essentially a personal informant for a Senior Prosecutor. For security and confidentiality, all contact is direct and one-on-one. The officer’s identity is known only to their direct contact, and the prosecutor assumes all responsibility."

She continued enthusiastically, "The budget from the Committee provides a monthly intelligence fee of 4,200 yuan. The travel allowance is 320 yuan a day for lodging and a 120 yuan meal stipend, and train and plane tickets are reimbursable. If they participate in mission execution, there are also special operational funds..."

"But none of that is the most important part. What I think will be useful to your friend is the Committee’s database. If they become a Special-Term Intelligence Officer, I can disclose certain information to you that isn’t subject to confidentiality procedures."

"This information, accumulated by countless people, is the Committee’s most valuable asset."

Luh Yao was tempted.

’4,000 yuan is a little less than my salary, but it’s enough for one person to live on.’

’More importantly, I could break free from the constraints of a regular work schedule and focus entirely on the simulator.’

’With the support of the Committee’s accumulated data, I could avoid a lot of pitfalls and get more reference material.’

Following Luh Yao’s instructions, Isabel asked, "Why me?"

"Because you’re strong."

"..."

That answer made some sense.

Songx Shiyi said with a serious expression, "Of course, that’s not the only reason. We haven’t interacted much, but based on my work notes, I’m certain that we’re the same kind of people."

"We just want to do our own duties properly, not cause trouble, and not pry into others’ privacy or secrets."

"I believe we would work well together."

This reason sounded plausible too.

Although, Luh Yao was still convinced that if it had been someone else, like the Blood Knight or the Tyrant, they would never have received such treatment. They’d probably have been classified as a dangerous individual at the first meeting and become a target for Committee surveillance.

Being well-liked was an Exquisite talent in itself. For Isabel, both in her past life and this one, that talent had proven to be very useful.

"You agree? That’s great!"

Songx Shiyi’s face lit up. "To celebrate becoming colleagues, let’s go get a meal! My treat!"

But she seemed to remember something right away.

"Maybe not today... I still have an official matter to take care of."

Isabel said, "Need any help?"

"If you’re willing, I’d certainly welcome it."

Songx Shiyi began to explain the official business she was handling.

The matter traced back to the previous incident with Hong Mouxiong at the roadside restaurant.

...

After being interrogated by the Committee, Hong Mouxiong confessed to his crimes without reservation.

But the truth he revealed was completely unexpected by the Committee.

Hong Mouxiong claimed that he hadn’t wanted to do such a thing in the first place. He had only wanted to use the Fire Seed Artifact to scam some petty cash; he would never have dared to commit a serious felony.

But one day after work, he encountered a child at the entrance of the restaurant.

The child’s hair and eyebrows were white, as if he had albinism. He was wearing a baseball cap and his fingers were busy folding a piece of white paper.

The child said to Hong Mouxiong, "I saw what you did."

Hong Mouxiong pretended not to hear and walked past him.

But when he got all the way back to his apartment, the child was somehow standing at his front door, still folding paper.

Hong Mouxiong was startled by this creepy situation.

"I saw what you did, you know."

The child said softly, "You’ve stolen a lot of money from people. If you get caught, you’ll probably go to jail, right?"

Hong Mouxiong feigned composure. "Who are you?"

The child just said, "Tomorrow night, bring someone to the rooftop to play with me. As atonement."

He opened his hand, revealing a small paper figure in his palm.

A gust of wind blew the paper figure, and it landed right on Hong Mouxiong’s shoulder. He felt as if he was being watched by something terrifying, and the hair on his body stood on end. It felt like if he made a single wrong move, something horrible would happen in the next second.

"It will be watching you."

The child clapped his hands. "Remember, you must bring someone back to find me tomorrow night. I’ll be waiting for you on the roof. Otherwise, I’ll just have to come for you."

With that, he walked up the stairs and vanished.

Dazed, Hong Mouxiong returned home, completely soaked in sweat.

He looked all around, trying to find the little paper figure, but it was nowhere to be seen.

’Was it all some kind of hallucination?’

He finally managed to lie down on his bed and was just drifting off to sleep when a voice suddenly echoed in his ear.

"I forgot to introduce myself..."

The child’s voice sent a shiver down his spine. He frantically flicked on the light and found the little folded paper figure standing inside his shirt collar.

The voice was coming from the paper figure.

"My name is Beidou."

The paper figure said, "You can also call me Lianzhen Star Monarch."