I Have a God Simulator

Cancong’s purpose in coming was simple.

First, it asked Luh Yao if he had seen or taken the Nine-Grain Pillar. Then, it asked Luh Yao to send it back to Dragon Residence.

However, Luh Yao’s hands were tied. It was the first time he had even heard the name Dragon Residence.

"If you find Dragon Residence, could you send me there? The Dragon Race will surely remember this favor."

Cancong elaborated, "All Pioneers’ final destination is the Transcendent Zone. As long as you enter the Flying District and get close to the Transcendent Zone, there are worlds connected to Dragon Residence."

Hearing this, Luh Yao figured Dragon Residence must be a big deal.

The Dragon Race had connected many worlds, traversing numerous World Dimensions. When they passed through someone else’s home, everyone was very cooperative—either because the dragons offered benefits, or because they were so powerful that everyone was fuming but didn’t dare to speak out.

Luh Yao asked it, "To you, what’s more important? Returning to Dragon Residence or finding the Nine-Grain Pillar?"

"My mission is to guard the Nine-Grain Pillar."

"Now that the Nine-Grain Pillar has disappeared after an unknown explosion, I must return to Dragon Residence and report this to the Dragon Race Pioneers there."

Cancong said, "Before me, sixty-four previous Cancongs have searched for the Nine-Grain Pillar, all without success. They have scoured most corners of this world, but they cannot sense the Nine-Grain Pillar."

"The Nine-Grain Pillar has either been completely destroyed or has been collected by a Pioneer."

"It is a Mythical Miracle and possesses incredible effects. Only a Pioneer would have the ability to use and collect it."

’No wonder Cancong’s target is so specific,’ Luh Yao thought. ’It’s only looking for Pioneers.’

"What about Songx Shiyi... I mean, the other Pioneer here. Aren’t you suspicious of her?"

"I was."

Cancong said honestly, "But her power is full of danger and a strange instability. I don’t dare get close. I might end up as one of her collectibles too. I’ve been hiding from her."

Fair enough.

Luh Yao was curious. "How many Pioneers are in this world?"

"I don’t know."

Cancong shook its head. "I am one of the Longsu Zhucong of the Nine-Grain Pillar. I have a special sense for Pioneers who are nearby."

"Some Pioneers are as open as you, with no Disguise or concealment. Others hide themselves. But most Pioneers are sailing in the depths of the Flying District."

"I have visited many cities searching, but there are very few Pioneers these days. Before coming here, I only found one, but they were not someone suitable for communication."

"Afterward, I traveled from place to place and finally arrived in this city."

Luh Yao was a little surprised.

It turned out that most Pioneers—or rather, those at the level of Main Gods—were not in their native worlds.

’Could it be that the legends among humans of Ascension, Feathered Transformation, entering Heaven, or becoming a Buddha are partly the tales and experiences of Pioneers?’

Cancong gave an affirmative answer.

"The Cancongs of every generation have communicated with the Pioneers here. Although the details are unverifiable, their general descriptions match what you’ve said."

"As Eras update, the restraints of Rule Power grow stronger, so very few Pioneers remain... or perhaps, while Pioneers in the past openly displayed their power, they now deliberately hide their identities."

"Finding them has also become increasingly difficult."

Luh Yao suddenly noticed.

Cancong’s Life Value had changed to 412, a drop of 1 point from when it arrived.

The creature stretched its body and explained, "The Longsu Zhucong are constantly replaced and reborn, so each generation has a limited existence. Even descending to a lower dimension can only slow the process. At this world’s rate of time, I lose about one point a day."

"I can exist for another 412 days."

Luh Yao nodded.

This Longsu Zhucong was a bit like the Clockwork Monkey; both bore the marks of modification.

’Come to think of it, they’re both just tools, given a specific mission by their creator.’

Luh Yao proposed, "If you Sail with me, in a Low Realm Dimensional World, would your lifespan extend according to its time flow?"

"No. The flow of my life is only related to myself. My duration of existence is the same no matter which world I am in."

’Attempt to exploit a bug: failed.’

Luh Yao thought of another idea. "Then is the flow of life related to Rule Power? For example, when you were sealed at the border, under the effect of Rule Power, the flow of your life was essentially paused, right?"

"Yes."

"That is why I am the 65th Cancong, but I have spanned a period of about 5,000 years in this world," the stick figure said.

Luh Yao’s eyes lit up. He took out the [Tearful Amber] from the ring-shaped space behind him.

"Then if you get inside this thing to evade Rule Power, you could pause your life’s decay, right?"

Cancong froze for a moment.

Its eyes widened as it seemed to be identifying this special Artifact.

"This is a magical Fire Seed Artifact."

"But what’s the use of that?" Cancong was confused. "Sealing me away won’t help you at all."

"It’s useful for you."

Luh Yao explained to it.

The Tearful Amber was like a cryogenic chamber, capable of pausing the decay of Cancong’s life. Finding Dragon Residence would be a long process, and there was no telling how much time it would take.

Under normal circumstances, Cancong’s life would likely hit zero during the search, triggering the next generation of Cancong and resetting everything.

The plan needed a lot of time to ensure continuity.

Cancong thought seriously for a long time. "You are right, but I must refuse."

"I have a mission given to me by Dragon Residence. If I am Bound, I cannot carry out my task. I will continue to search for the Nine-Grain Pillar and Dragon Residence, even if there isn’t much time left."

The stick figure bowed to Luh Yao. "You are a patient and friendly Pioneer. Thank you for listening to my rude request. Regardless, it was a great pleasure to meet you."

Being treated with such politeness made Luh Yao feel a bit awkward.

Cancong bowed again. "I apologize for wasting your precious time."

"If you would allow it, may I leave a mark on you? That way, if you find anything related to Dragon Residence or the Nine-Grain Pillar, you can notify me, and we can contact each other at any time. The Dragon Race will surely remember your kindness."

’Sounds good to me,’ Luh Yao thought.

He was in desperate need of such an information source.

Cancong prepared to draw the mark on the table, but Luh Yao told it to draw directly on his hand for convenience.

So, Cancong walked onto Luh Yao’s arm and left a mark on his wrist.

The mark was actually a simple drawing of a head, just like Cancong’s, with wide ears, long, narrow eyes, and a curved mouth that seemed to be smiling. In appearance, it looked like a doodle from some kindergartener.

"I’ve troubled you. I wish you a smooth voyage. Farewell."

Cancong performed three bows.

Luh Yao found it strange. Aside from bows during a wedding ceremony, three bows, in his impression, were a bit inauspicious.

He was distracted for a moment, and by the time he looked again, Cancong had vanished without a trace.

Only then did the Holy Sword in Isabel’s hand slowly disappear.

Luh Yao adjusted his mood and finally remembered there was still business to attend to. "Did you get the letter from Songx Shiyi?"

"My Lord, I have it."

Isabel presented the letter with both hands.

Luh Yao tore open the envelope and unfolded the neatly folded paper inside.

The paper read—

Miss Mary:

A situation has arisen recently. Mingzai has been missing for five days. If you are available, I hope I might receive your assistance.

I wish you all the best and good health.

Songx Shiyi

’Songx Shiyi’s Apostle is missing?’

Luh Yao didn’t have much of an impression of the sparrow, but as the Apostle of the [Moon God], it probably wasn’t too shabby. He wondered what kind of situation it had gotten into.

’Should I respond?’

After thinking it over, Luh Yao decided to help.

Firstly, he was just idle while waiting for the Era Update anyway. Secondly, it was a chance to inquire about the current situation of the players on Earth.

*God Simulator* had no forums or guides. For a solo player like Luh Yao, everything had to be figured out through trial and error. A little more intelligence could save him a lot of trouble.

Isabel, holding the Artifact [Identity Card], met with Songx Shiyi in a parking alley.

"Long time no see."

Songx Shiyi was wearing a beige fleece jacket, form-fitting aqua-blue jeans, and a pair of black leather boots.

She wore a small bag slung over her shoulder, her short hair was slightly curled, and she exhaled small puffs of white breath. Judging by her expression, she was in a good mood.

Seeing Isabel in a men’s down jacket, Songx Shiyi tentatively and a bit shyly said, "Miss Mary, let me treat you to some braised pork intestines today. There’s a place that makes them really well, and pork intestines with rice are the best on a cold day. We can eat while we talk... can you eat that?"

Isabel said, "I can."

Luh Yao, observing through Isabel’s eyes, frowned.

’Something feels off.’

Songx Shiyi didn’t look worried or anxious at all. Not only was she carefully dressed and wearing makeup, but she also couldn’t help but look happy the moment she saw Isabel... Where was the anxiety and unease of someone whose Apostle was missing?

’I’ve been had!’

Luh Yao snapped back to his senses, his fists tightening.

’I was kind enough to help you find your missing Apostle, but all you wanted was to get cozy with my subordinate, huh?’