I Have a God Simulator

Prying into its formula—setting aside whether he’d even get a truthful answer—would certainly draw the attention of Sand City... If he were to anger the Apostle Mayor here, the loss would outweigh any gain.

Binn Du’s goal was clear.

He wouldn’t consider anything complex, focusing instead on finding simple, imitable tools and creations from the Yao Race.

"It’s a shame I can’t read the Yao Race’s script."

Binn Ji said with some resignation, flipping through a parchment scroll.

"We don’t, but the Ghosts here certainly do."

Binn Du glanced around and spotted a broom leaning against the wall. Its handle was stamped with a flame symbol.

He now needed to find a Ghost to act as a translator.

He recited in his mind.

_O Ghost of this place, in the name of the Dead, I call for your response..._

The broom trembled, and a transparent Ghost emerged from within.

The Ghost was a child, appearing to be no more than eleven or twelve. The spiritual aura it gave off wasn’t particularly strong.

Binn Du, however, was secretly delighted.

’A young Ghost is the perfect target for gathering information.’

Binn Du asked him, "O Ghost of this place, we are of the Funeral Race, here on a visit with the permission and invitation of Mayor Slime Mod. We hope you can resolve our confusion."

The little Ghost yawned, but he immediately perked up at the mention of the mayor’s name. "Guests from the Funeral Race? Oh, I’ve heard of you! You’ve come to the right guy. I’m Bocha, and information is my specialty. I was pretty famous back in Crystal City."

Binn Du seized the opening. "Crystal City? What’s that?"

"It’s a city of the Yao Race. You didn’t know?"

Bocha said proudly, "Crystal City is one of the New Twin Cities! It can’t compare to the traditional Twin Cities, but it’s still famous. Everyone calls it the City of Brilliance, but really it ought to be called the Ghost City, since most of the surviving Ghosts from the Old Empire Era still live there."

"Old Empire Era? The Yao Race established an empire?" Binn Du feigned a look of admiration. "That’s incredible."

"No, no."

The little Ghost waved his hand. "The Yao Race doesn’t really have empires. That’s history from the Bos God Realm, back in the Old Gods Era. That was a long, long time ago."

"Bos God? Was he one of Yao God’s Subordinate Gods?"

"Of course not! Bos God was wiped out by Lord Yao God. Lord Yao God didn’t even have to show up—Bos God got so scared he self-destructed! It was a brutal Divine War, but the two sides actually fighting were Bos God and King Wuzi..."

After hearing the Ghost’s account of the Old Empire’s history, Binn Du’s head was spinning.

He could tell Bocha wasn’t just bragging or exaggerating.

The boy spoke with great clarity, including details about the strength of the Gods on both sides and the specifics of the Divine Kingdom wars. Those were the hardest things to make up; flaws would be easy to spot.

The war began with Bos God holding an overwhelming advantage.

But the moment Yao God’s will descended, the tables turned completely, forcing Bos God—that Subordinate God of a Titled Deity—to self-destruct on the spot, not even daring to put up a fight.

This was beyond Binn Du’s comprehension.

According to Bocha, the Fifth Fearless Empire had a population of over 300,000, a standing army of 70,000 professionally trained soldiers, the aid of Extraordinary Creatures in battle, and four Apostles. The Empire’s combat power was terrifying.

Its ruler, Bos God of the Divine Kingdom, had on multiple occasions turned captured Gods into altars to display his power and harvest their Fire of Faith.

Binn Du was well aware.

In its heyday, the power of the Bos God Realm would have completely crushed either the Ghost Realm or the Bamboo Reed Kingdom.

Yet all of this meant nothing before Yao God. It shattered at the slightest touch.

Binn Du couldn’t help but recall the words of Apostle Blo.

"Don’t even think about resisting. The power of the Yao Race is far beyond your imagination. That Yao God reigns above all other Gods. He’s in a realm beyond our comprehension..."

"The Yao Race is not our enemy."

"An ’enemy’ is something you’re evenly matched with. To call a being you are utterly powerless against an enemy is just an arrogant joke."

"Our rival has always been the Bamboo Reed Kingdom."

"Your mission is to achieve more here than the Bamboo Reed Kingdom, so that the Ghost Realm can pull ahead, gain an advantage over them, and secure more control in the future."

’The Apostle, and even the Lord Ghost God behind him, had already seen the truth of it all.’

Binn Du reined in his thoughts and held up the parchment scroll. "Could you help us translate the text on this?"

"That’s easy."

Bocha glanced at it. "The scroll in your hand is *Abyssal Sinner*. It’s a famous Epic of the Yao Race, you know."

"Then we’ll have to trouble you."

"It’s no big deal, don’t be so formal! I’m a Ghost Scholar, after all. Spreading knowledge is my duty."

Bocha began to recite the Epic. "It starts like this: He is a Sinner, the embodiment of transgression, and a Godslayer who sings a bloodthirsty ballad..."

"...And so, Hai Zhe, the Sinner of the Yao Race, accomplished the great feat of Godslaying, causing the Master of the Star Sea to fall and become nothing more than an old legend."

Binn Du was silent for a moment before asking cautiously, "This Hai Zhe... what’s his standing among the Yao Race?"

"You’ve asked the right person about that."

Bocha lowered his voice. "Actually, he used to be a vicious criminal who killed a lot of Ghosts. He was later arrested by Commander Boutu of Yan City, executed, and then locked away in the Black Prison beneath the Ghost Lighthouse."

"Later, the Lord God took pity on him and gave him a chance to atone for his crimes through great deeds. That’s how Hai Zhe got the chance to create his Epic. Everyone has mixed feelings about him."

"He accomplished the feat of Godslaying, but he was also a prolific sinner. Some people worship him, others despise him. As for his strength, he used to be pretty average. One time he tried to escape prison and got beaten to a pulp by an Armored Warrior... so he was probably about as strong as a regular Armored Warrior."

Binn Ji couldn’t help but ask, "How many Armored Warriors do the Yao Race have?"

"I’ve never counted." Bocha frowned in thought. "A few thousand, probably? Anyway, every city is bound to have a hundred or two."

The two members of the Funeral Race were speechless.

After a long moment, Binn Du recovered and picked up another thick, leather-bound book. "Sorry to bother you again, but could you tell us about this book?"

"Now this one’s a real treasure."

Bocha explained with excitement, "This is *Basic Vocabulary of the Dragon Race Language*. It’s a book that Prophet Longg Ji compiled by analyzing and translating the language of the Dragon Race. It has extremely high academic value."

"If you can learn these words and use them fluently, you might even be able to cast Dragon Language Magic."

_Dragon Language Magic?_

Binn Du and Binn Ji exchanged a look.

Stories of the Dragon Race were rumored, to varying degrees, throughout the many Divine Kingdoms.

A Race comparable to the Gods themselves—their very name was synonymous with power.

Binn Du took a deep breath, forced a smile, and pointed to another parchment scroll. "And what about that one?"

"That’s *Pawa’s Wondrous Adventure*... I love that book! It records the great deeds of many of the Yao Race’s Heroes... but there’s just one problem."

"What problem?"

Bocha sighed. "The author, Mr. Pawa, stopped writing halfway through. Some say he died; others say he killed himself because he didn’t want to write anymore. I don’t know where he disappeared to, but he’d better hope I don’t find him. I need to read the end of the Dragon Nest Chapter! Damn it."

"..."

「The sun began to set.」

Binn Du and Binn Ji walked out of the Ghost Tower, their steps heavy.

What they had seen and heard inside was staggering. The more they learned of the history and records on those books and parchment scrolls, the deeper their despair grew.

’The Yao Race had already gone so far, reaching a place beyond their comprehension...’

Binn Du looked into the distance. The Lumin and the Bamboo People were by the city wall, which was formed from clusters of Desert Roses. Zhur Hu, once so full of sharp-witted vigor, now sat slumped in a corner, looking desolate and dejected.

Lu Shan seemed to sense something. He turned and, seeing the two from the Funeral Race, gave a slight nod.

Binn Du thought for a moment, then looked at his kinsman. "We need to change our strategy. We have to cooperate with the Bamboo Reed Kingdom if we want any chance of achieving something in these three days."

The rivalry between their two Divine Kingdoms was still ongoing.

Just this small corner of a Yao Race city was enough to be suffocating. Under this kind of pressure, they simply couldn’t spare the energy for infighting.

Binn Du walked over to Lu Shan and directly expressed his wish to share whatever they found.

Lu Shan readily agreed.

"Then, here’s to a fruitful three days of cooperation," Binn Du said solemnly.

Lu Shan replied with equal seriousness, "I hope we both find what we’re looking for."

The two shook hands.

It was just like when their two great Divine Kingdoms faced a natural disaster.

At a time like this, working together was in their mutual best interest.