Simulating the primordial era? That's way too extreme.

Chapter 1 Simulator - Primordial Era

On an ordinary day in the 365th year of the Primordial Demon Calendar, the 7th cycle, and the 2nd phase, a small incident occurred among the Golden Dragon Clan, a second-class sea race under the Demon Court located in the southern part of the Eastern Sea of ​​the Primordial World. An egg laid by the Golden Dragon Queen before the 1st phase unexpectedly hatched, and thus you were born.

Your birth didn't attract much attention, because dragons are known for having many offspring. Before you, you already had more than three hundred older brothers and more than seven hundred older sisters. So your father and mother didn't value you at all. Your existence was dispensable. Perhaps you were just an accidental product of your parents' love...

In his cheap rented room, Zhao Si, an unemployed young man, was about to eat his instant noodles when he looked at the pop-up ads on his phone with a pained expression, and couldn't help but complain:

"Damn! Did this game steal my personal information to target me so precisely?"

Although Zhao Si didn't have over a thousand older brothers and sisters, he was indeed disliked by his parents. He wasn't a left-behind child, but he was even worse off than one. According to insiders, it was probably because he was born backwards, thus enjoying the same treatment as Duke Zhuang of Zheng, Zheng Wusheng...

He had casually downloaded this little game while waiting for his instant noodles, intending to kill some time, but unexpectedly, it backfired spectacularly.

"Alright, alright! I'll see what's so fun about this emulator. If it's not interesting enough, you can get off my phone right now!"

Zhao Si angrily opened the instant noodle lid, eating the noodles while playing games, muttering to herself:

"To be honest, this is actually a simulator for the 'primordial era' genre, and it doesn't use years, months, and days as its time units, but rather things like 'yuan, hui, yun'..."

He had just checked Baidu and knew that "one yuan" equals "twelve hui", "one hui" equals "thirty yun", "one yun" equals "twelve generations", and "one generation" equals thirty years. Therefore, "one yuan" is 129,600 years. Large units of time like "yuan, hui, yun" are not very suitable for humans, but they are just right for the primordial world where gods and immortals roam freely.

"Not bad, the production team is quite cultured..."

[Born as the worthless 300th-something dragon prince, your worth is no more than that of the 100-something sons of Prince Jing of Zhongshan. Your parents didn't even bother to name you. At family gatherings, you're always just a tool among your older brothers and sisters, just there to make up the numbers. Over time, you developed a withdrawn personality like a left-behind child. Apart from talking to a few equally unremarkable older brothers and sisters, all you do is cultivate.]

[Perhaps it's a blessing from heaven, but your aptitude is quite good. In just a few days, you've reached the first realm of Hongjun Immortal Path, "True Immortal." Starting as a True Immortal who is immortal, I don't know whether to say it's because of the good cultivation method or because the innate spiritual energy of the primordial world is too advanced.]

[In the primordial world, years are not recorded. You were so engrossed in the thrill of your cultivation that a single cycle of time passed in a flash. When you opened your eyes, you had already reached the second realm of Hongjun's Immortal Path, "Celestial Immortal." Such cultivation is commonplace in the primordial world and is not worth praising.]

So you continued your cultivation...

One day, a purple aura swept across the east for ninety thousand miles, and the Heavenly Dao manifested its boundless power. Heavenly flowers rained down, and golden lotuses sprang from the earth. Just as you were at a loss, you suddenly heard a goddess's voice that resounded throughout the heavens and earth: "I am Nuwa, and today I have created the human race, and my merits have made me a saint!"

Soon after, Taiqing, Yuqing, Shangqing, and the Western Guide Zhunti established their own religions, attained enlightenment and became saints. Thus, all six primordial saints of the Primordial World attained enlightenment.

Many years later, the Heavenly Emperor Jun suddenly and unusually issued a decree to all the races of the primordial world, launching a bloody suppression and massacre of the human race created by Nuwa. The Golden Dragon Clan also participated in the massacre at the Emperor's command...

[Your life presents you with a crucial choice: A (defy fate and join the celestial decree in the slaughter), B (follow the will of Heaven and oppose the massacre of humanity). Which will you choose?]

"Life choices?"

Zhao didn't even think twice before decisively choosing B:

"Nonsense, I'm part of the human race, of course I oppose the massacre!"

Moreover, if he had read a lot of fantasy novels, then the Demon Court's massacre of humans was itself a heinous act that directly led to the demon race losing its protagonist's luck, and ultimately being replaced by the human race.

Therefore, no matter what the choice is, Zhao Si will definitely choose B.

With a gentle touch of the finger on the screen, the story veers into that side story, following the owner's wishes:

[You chose option B, deciding to follow the will of Heaven and the people, and oppose the massacre.]

[While the Golden Dragon Clan actively responded to the Heavenly Court's decree of slaughter, you, as a member of the royal bloodline, angrily denounced it as a chaotic order and insisted on refusing to obey. You strongly urged your father to side with the human race, claiming that the human race was the protagonist of destiny and that protecting them would bring great merit. You suggested that they unequivocally serve as the human race's lackeys, sparing no effort to jointly raise an army and kill the false emperor of the Demon Court!]

[Clan members: ...]

[Your father hastily assured his clansmen that your words and actions had nothing to do with him, did not represent the Jiao King's position, and were purely personal; the Jiao clan remained loyal to the Heavenly Emperor! He then upheld the principle of righteousness over family ties and swiftly sent you to the Heavenly Court's Demon-Slaying Platform.]

[Soon, you were judged by the God of Justice, who publicly declared you guilty of "treason," "demon-like treachery," "disloyalty," "filial impiety," "disobedience," and "adultery"... a multitude of crimes, heinous and unforgivable! The authorities sentenced you to beheading, stripped you of your demonic status, and stripped you of all demonic rights. You were immediately taken to the Demon-Slaying Platform for public execution!]

Life is determined by the direction you choose. Your choice was wrong, so you died at less than a thousand years old. According to the dragon race's adulthood cycle, you are still a juvenile dragon...

Zhao Si: ...

"What the hell? I'm dead?!"

Zhao Si's eyes widened. She hadn't even eaten a few bites of instant noodles, how could her character be ruined already?

"This game is trash!"

Enraged, Zhao Si immediately clicked to uninstall, but then a strange thing happened:

He can't uninstall it.

"Got a virus? Holy crap!"

Zhao Si exclaimed in surprise, only then realizing that the emulator game could not be uninstalled, and there wasn't even an exit button. It was obvious that it was infected with a virus.

He tried to turn the device off and on again, but it wouldn't turn off at all. Zhao Si took out a steel needle, pressed the hidden power-off hole, and then tried to remove the battery, but that had no effect either.

At this point, Zhao Si's heart skipped a beat, and she finally realized that she had probably encountered some kind of supernatural event.

Gurgle.

Zhao Si swallowed nervously, then tried to open the door to escape, but to her despair, the lock on the rented room door seemed to be welded shut, and she couldn't open it no matter what she did...

After a brief moment of mental preparation, Zhao Si, her face filled with grief and indignation, had no choice but to sit back down at the small table and carefully examine her phone:

[Can we turn back time and go back to the choices we made?]

"Do I even have a choice?"

Zhao Si's face was bitter, and her finger trembled as she tapped:

【Yes】

The next instant, all the story branches generated by this incorrect option disappeared as if they had never appeared, and the two options reappeared on the screen:

[Your life presents a crucial choice: A (follow the Heavenly Decree to begin the massacre), B (oppose the slaughter of humanity). Which do you choose?]

"If I can't oppose the massacre, then I'll start it!"

Zhao Sixin made a firm decision and chose option A, a somewhat extreme one:

[You chose A, deciding to defy the heavens and slaughter others, following the celestial court's lead!]

The human race, having existed for less than a thousand years, was utterly powerless against the myriad demons of the Heavenly Court, native inhabitants of the prehistoric world. Their numbers dwindled under the demon court's massacres, leaving the prehistoric world filled with wails and wandering souls.

[The protagonist is destined to die, enraging the Heavenly Dao, which unleashes boundless calamities upon the demon race. At the same time, the human race's fortunes surge, with geniuses constantly emerging from dire straits. Coupled with the protection of sages, their lineage remains unbroken, and their foundation gradually accumulates...]

In the final years of the Demon Court, the twelve Ancestral Witches, formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, were dissatisfied with the oppression and discrimination against the lower and middle classes by the upper ruling class of the Demon Court. Using the Demon Court's unjustified massacre of humans as a pretext, they formally led their people to break away from the Demon Race and establish themselves as the "Witch Race." They created witch script, established witch laws, set up a witch court, and openly allied with the human race to rebel against Heaven. The Demon Court was enraged, and a great war was imminent.

The great war between the Lich King and the Demon King took place at Buzhou Mountain. The twelve Ancestral Witches perished, the Heavenly Emperor Donghuang was destroyed, the pillars of heaven collapsed, and the earth's axis was severed. Only then did Nuwa mend the sky...

Having basked in the protection of the sages and spent many years recuperating, the human race saw the weakness in the Heavenly Court's high command and, with the overt or covert support of the sages, launched a war of human vengeance, slaughtering demons of all sizes in all directions.

Humans, driven by a thirst for extreme revenge, employ ruthless methods, often disregarding age and right or wrong. Any demon involved in the massacre was exterminated. If a demon killed someone, the wrath would extend to their family; if a clan leader killed someone, the entire clan would be wiped out. The number of those killed was countless, reducing the number of living beings in the primordial world by more than 70%. If it weren't for the intervention of a sage, the entire primordial world would have been wiped out.

[After this massacre, all races lost their courage, and the human race officially ascended to the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth. However, the killing was excessive, and all living beings harbored resentment. Whenever a demon or monster achieved cultivation, even if it was a herbivore or a plant or tree spirit, it would devour one person a day, claiming it was to avenge its ancestors. All living beings shared the common hatred of demons and humans, and the resentment of demons and humans affected countless generations of descendants, adding endless suffering...]

As for you, you perished along with the entire Golden Flood Dragon clan of the East Sea, along with the powerful humans, becoming a mere historical figure. In your final moments, all you saw was a young, unfamiliar Taoist priest with resentment in his eyes, and in his hand, an ancient scroll swirling with chaotic energy, upon which two small fish, one black and one white, could be vaguely seen chasing each other merrily.

[You died. A wrong choice led to a wrong ending... or perhaps not, because you knew that regardless of whether you supported or opposed the edict to slaughter people back then, you couldn't escape being implicated and punished by the bloodthirsty humans. So you regretted it, thinking that if you had foreseen this, you should have slaughtered more people back then.]

Why weren't these heinous, genetically modified clones of humanity wiped out? It would have been so much better if they had been completely eradicated; the Heavenly Emperor was right! In the instant before being obliterated by the chaotic currents, you thought bitterly…

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(End of this chapter)