Life Simulation: I Caused the Female Sword Immortal to Regret Forever

"I must…"

"I must stand up…"

"I can't… disappoint Master Sorcerer…"

Her ruined body, driven by that sorrowful will, reached out and touched the Tower Spirit, establishing a link of authority. From that moment on, the master of the Tower of Salvation changed. Sylvia Crowfield became the new master of the tower. Due to the former master’s death, she was automatically promoted to first authority holder.

"Master Sorcerer…"

"I will become strong enough… until the day we meet again…"

Sylvia left the Tower Spirit core. Along the way, the sunlight was blazing. Her silhouette stretched long under the light, gradually becoming hazy and blurry—lonely and dazed. She walked like that, step by step, all the way to the room Xu Xi once lived in, collecting those familiar memories and every tiny moment of their ordinary daily life.

Due to being too absentminded, she fell many times. The pain from the falls did not wake her. She got up mechanically, repeating the action of packing.

Among the items were densely packed notes recording Xu Xi’s research on flesh regeneration, long-term data on cultivating necrotic mushroom variants, and even damaged prototypes of sword-shaped magic tools forged by Xu Xi. His weapon had always been a staff, never a sword.

"Master Sorcerer…" Sylvia finished gathering everything.

Facing the belongings in the room, she no longer cried, only stood there quietly, staring. Imitating what Xu Xi once did for the Hansens, she cast a dust-repelling spell over the items, permanently sealing the room. Letting those memories freeze at their most beautiful moment, never to fade.

"Goodnight, Master Sorcerer."

The door closed.

The feelings Sylvia had for Xu Xi, the memories between them, everything was sealed inside that room.

She had to live. She had to grow strong enough, waiting for the day of reunion with Master Sorcerer. And then, with a bright smile and great strength, she would protect that shameless Master Sorcerer.

The arrival of the Tower of Salvation inevitably attracted the attention of the native forces in the Heluka World. They weren’t sorcerers but possessed equally powerful methods of utilizing souls.

With greed and ecstatic roars, they attempted to take down the Tower of Salvation and obtain mysterious knowledge from another world.

At the critical moment, interdimensional traversal was activated again. With a clever maneuver, the tower curved away and exited the encirclement of the Helukans.

The wind howled and the shockwaves rumbled. Only a massive crater and fluttering grass remained.

"W-What just happened?"

"Was that… a divine miracle?"

The Helukans looked at each other in shock, fear written in their eyes. Never having seen interdimensional travel before, they scattered in panic, terrified they might vanish too.

Later on, when the Helukans discovered the Tower of Salvation a second time, it was already ten years later. Sylvia, who had by then become a Four-Ring Sorcerer, wiped out all the invaders by herself.

No—this should be called a cleanup.

Her movements were like a human cleaning up trash in a room—effortless, composed, and confident.

"Insolence!"

"Showing disrespect to me, you otherworldly fiends are courting death!"

"Quick, surround her!"

Shocked, the strongest of the Helukans all emerged. Their greed had grown—they wanted to seize the sorcerer’s cultivation methods from Sylvia’s hands.

But Sylvia appeared just as quickly as she disappeared. After a fierce battle, she once again used interdimensional traversal to escape.

She always remembered Xu Xi’s words. She never entangled herself with the Helukans. Even when she fought, it was only to allow the Tower of Salvation to safely withdraw.

With enough time, she would climb higher. Safety was always the priority.

Besides, Sylvia’s goal was never the Heluka World.

What she truly cared about… was that indescribable place of the end.

"The Endless Nether Realm… the Immortal One…"

"They must be there…"

"The one who caused all the tragedy, who won’t let the dead rest, the one who won’t let Master Sorcerer return…"