Lin Fang's eyes filled with determination, as he vowed to become strong enough to go back to earth, and to never let his fate be in the hands of others.
His eyes became sharp as he asked, "So do I only need to kill people to get souls?"
[Negative, souls can only be gained if the host kills beings who have killing intent towards him]
"How would I know if someone has killing intent towards me?", Lin Fang asked in exasperation.
[The simulator would let the host know of any beings who fit the criteria in the vicinity]
Lin Fang sighed, "This is going to be harder than I thought".
At first, he thought that just killing random people would get him souls, and in that case, he wouldn't have hesitated to start a slaughter in that damned village.
But now, he decided to opt against that choice despite the urge to vent his two years of torture. After all, if he got anything from the novels that he had read before, there are always those so-called heroes who roam the world forcing their twisted view of justice on everyone. He didn't want to appear on their radar yet.
Ending his train of thought, Lin Fang put the dead man's club on his shoulder as swaggered back to the young eagle village. this was the first time in two years, that he didn't feel a shred of panic or fear while walking back to the village. In fact, he was feeling a totally different feeling; excitement.
Once he reached the village, he was met with a wave of gasps. The villagers seeing the usually timid and cowardly Lin Fang, holding his head high with a bloody club on his shoulder were flabbergasted.
"Is that fresh blood on his club?"
"Did he hunt a beast?"
"Impossible! If he did, then he would have brought back the body, it would sell for a lot"
"OMG! Isn't that Liu Ming's club?? Did he kill him?"
The villagers who normally stopped Lin Fang to take a portion of his gains each time he came back from the forest as a so-called tax, didn't dare to stop him, scrambling to get out of his way.
"Humph! call yourselves lucky, the simulator saved your asses", Lin Fang glared at them with disgust.
Walking for a few minutes, he reached the only inn in the village. Sitting down at a random table, he called out to the waiter ordering a whole feast. After his breakthrough to third rank, his appetite increased greatly, he was starving.
"status window", Lin Fang called out.
[Endless Slaughter Simulator]
[Host: Lin Fang]
[Age: 18(37)]
[Cultivation realm: third rank martial artist]
[Techniques: Flame Heart technique(mastery)]
[Talents: calm and collected(blue grade)]
[souls: 0]
Lin Fang's mood lifted as he saw the slightly bolstered status window, but then his expression morphed to confusion, "Are cultivation techniques included in the cultivation realm? And how did I reach mastery in the simulation so fast?", his eyes filled with pride as he wondered, "am I actually a genius??"
[Cultivation techniques in contrast to combat techniques only have two stages: non mastery and mastery]
[non mastery means not being able to cultivate using the technique]
[Every unranked martial artist has reached mastery in their respective technique]
Lin Fang's expression turned sour, "I didn't even ask you, system! Let me dream for a bit."
[This is a simulator, host, not a system]
"Whatever you say system", he said nonchalantly, trying to get back at the simulator.
He was interrupted by the waiter who approached his table with a bunch of delicious looking dishes, Lin Fang wolfed it down with a happy expression, burping as he exclaimed, "When was the last time I ate till I was completely full"
However, his joyful mood was destroyed by three fierce men who suddenly entered the inn and rushed at him with machetes.
[Ding, 3 beings with killing intent have been detected. The host is advised to take action]
Lin Fang drank the last gulp of his drink and stood up, "what would I do without you"
"You dare to kill our brother and still come back to the village, if I don't bathe in your blood today, then my name will no longer be Yan Ming!", the man at the very front screamed in rage.
"Wait Ming? he is your actual brother?", Lin Fang asked curiously, his posture relaxed.
SWISH~~
Yan Ming answered with a swing of his machete targeting Lin Fang's head.
CLANG
Yan Ming's eyes bulged out of their socket as his machete suddenly stopped in its trajectory. Lin Fang casually clasped the machete with two fingers.
"HOW??!"
The next moment, Yan Ming was sent flying like a kite with broken strings, blood coming out of his seven orifices. he took his last breath with shock still written on his face.
The two other fierce men broke out in cold sweat. After freezing for a few breaths, they suddenly turned tail and ran, "RUN!!".
Wasting no time, Lin Fang took several big strides and caught up to the two, before punching a hole in their torso.
The crowd whispered with horrified faces, they couldn't associate the cowardly Lin Fang who could easily be bullied before, with the cold man who reaped lives like weeds.
"He is a martial artist!"
"A ranked martial artist!"
Lin Fang scanned the crowd with a cold gaze, then walked out of the inn, throwing a couple of silver tails to the waiter in the process.
Reaching his small cottage house, he sat down with his legs crossed and called out, "start the simulation"
[does the host wish to consume 2 soul to activate the simulation?]
"Why did the number of souls required to simulate increase?", he asked in confusion.
[the higher the host's cultivation realm, the more souls are required for the simulator to function]
"so the stronger I get, the more I need to kill. Am I going to become a devil in the future?", he sighed, "no wonder it's called the endless slaughter simulator".
"simulate", he declared.