I Have a God Simulator

"Are we sure about this, Brother Du? I mean, we’re all from the same general area. Do we really need to be so..."

Binn Ji whispered as he watched the receding figures of the Lumin and the Bamboo People.

The sarcastic and provocative expression on Binn Du’s face was gone. Instead, he was carefully studying Sand City’s outer walls and roads.

He said softly, "Aji, we represent the Ghost Realm."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Binn Ji seemed to realize something. His eyelids drooped, and he nodded.

Seeing that his young kinsman understood, Binn Du relaxed a little.

Before they came, Binn Du had warned Binn Ji that the two of them must present completely different personas.

Binn Du would act the part of a loud-mouthed, arrogant older brother, while Binn Ji would play the role of a kind and humble younger brother.

Anything dangerous or offensive was Binn Du’s job.

He knew he had to play the villain to obtain more intelligence on Sand City, and he was prepared to die for his nation to do it. It was a task that only someone with his experience could accomplish.

Binn Ji, on the other hand, would take on the role of the benevolent, gentle, and innocent one. Even if something were to happen to Binn Du, he would be able to bring the intelligence his kinsman had died for back to the Divine Kingdom.

It wasn’t that the Ghost God had any ulterior motives for this Vortex World.

Instead, the goal was to use this opportunity to acquire more of the Yao Race’s knowledge and skills, thereby pushing the Ghost Realm onto a path of rapid development.

The Sand City emissary, Yu Gu, had stayed in the Bamboo Reed Kingdom and brought about a huge impact on the Lumin and the Bamboo People. This time, the Ghost Realm had to take the initiative; they couldn’t let the Bamboo Reed Kingdom pull even further ahead.

Before his departure, Apostle Blo had told Binn Du, "The Funeral Race now has only 146 members left. Every single one is precious. You are the pillars of the Divine Kingdom and the hope for the future. You bear a difficult mission."

"On this journey, you must do your utmost to remember and learn the various achievements of the Yao Race, especially those related to the Ghost Realm—for example, Ghosts, military affairs, architecture, engineering..."

"You are the first of the Funeral Race to step out of the Ghost Realm and see the outside world. This is both an honor and a responsibility."

"Most importantly, you must take full responsibility for all your actions in Sand City."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Binn Du nodded.

Blo handed him a skull goblet filled with dark purple fruit wine.

The Apostle said softly, "I remember when I was still very young, an elder told me that the birth of the Funeral Race represents the saying, ’a single general’s success is built on ten thousand bleaching bones.’ Out of hundreds or even thousands of mindless Ghouls, only one Funeral Race member who knows what they want can emerge."

"But I don’t see it that way."

Blo, also holding a wine vessel made of white bone, said, "Whether to live or die, to drift along aimlessly or to be remembered for generations—that is for you to decide."

"You’ve followed me for many years. I have confidence in your work."

"How to do it, what to do—you decide for yourself."

The Apostle smiled and clinked his goblet against Binn Du’s.

"I wish you a smooth journey, Ambassador."

Binn Du raised his goblet and drained it in one gulp.

Binn Du had never told Binn Ji any of this.

’The less you know, the fewer your worries, and the safer you are.’

’Sometimes, you have to adopt an aggressive and sharp-tongued demeanor. That way, many people will assume that a reckless, arrogant person probably isn’t too bright.’

...

Binn Du tilted his head back and studied the tall tower before him.

It was built from square stone bricks. The body of the tower had no carvings or windows. It stood perfectly straight, its top emitting a ghostly green fiery light.

Binn Du could sense the presence of many Ghosts inside.

"This is the Ghost Tower."

The green-robed Slime Mod, leaning on a silver walking stick with both hands, said politely, "You two should be quite familiar with Ghosts, so feel free to go inside and look around on your own. My presence would only make you feel ill at ease."

"There’s a spiral staircase inside that leads all the way to the bonfire at the top. The Ghost Lighthouses communicate with each other through these bonfires. However, since this world currently has only one lighthouse, that function isn’t in use for now."

"Additionally, there aren’t many Ghosts in this lighthouse, but many of the items placed inside are their private rooms. If you don’t have permission, please refrain from touching any objects marked with a flame."

"Well then, I’ll take my leave."

Facing the Apostle, Binn Du maintained his etiquette and respect. "Thank you for your guidance."

The two Funeral Race members stepped into the tower.

Unlike the messy and crude environment inside the Black Tombstone, everything in the Ghost Tower was neat and orderly. Wide wooden bookshelves were fixed to the walls, holding many sheepskin scrolls tied with hemp rope, as well as a few thick-bound books.

Binn Du looked it over, and after confirming there was no flame marking, he took down a sheepskin scroll and untied its binding.

The characters on the sheepskin scroll were elegant and neat. The ink was clear and showed no signs of fading. It looked like some kind of special oil, or perhaps a plant-based dye.

The Ghost Realm had its own writing system, but it typically used stone slabs as a medium, carving records of various events and patterns. These recording slabs were thick and heavy and were all stored in a massive cellar, making them incredibly difficult to search through or organize.

It was because of how cumbersome and troublesome they were that most people, even among the Funeral Race, disliked consulting the stone slabs.

Binn Ji looked at the characters on the sheepskin scroll and said with envy, "This recording tool is so practical. If only we knew how to do this too."

’Binn Du considered the feasibility.’

’Sheepskin... The Ghost Realm has sheep, so they can get the skins.’

’But they would still need the dye used on these scrolls. A craft like this couldn’t possibly be mastered with just a few words of explanation.’

’Binn Du speculated that this black dye was either a powder ground from some kind of stone or a juice extracted from certain black plants. But there had to be a trick to making the color even and preventing it from running.’