Chapter 139
**[Future: 96 Days (Saint Year 741, September 27, 7:00 AM) (Cost: 100 Fate Points)]**
**[Past: 7 Days (Saint Year 741, June 16, 7:00 AM) (Cost: 10 Fate Points)]**
**[Old Days: ***, *** Days (????) (Cost: 10,000 Fate Points)]**
**[Number of Dice: 1]**
Hmm... The past simulation has shifted from five days ago to seven days ago. After all, the last time I checked, it was the 21st, and today is already the 23rd.
Xia'er casually closed the simulation, but in the next moment, a thought crossed her mind, and the system panel unfolded before her once more, quickly opening to the simulation interface.
Xia'er’s expression changed slightly as she looked at the number of days in the future simulation, her mind filled with uncertainty...
The past simulation had gained two days, but the future simulation... had lost four days?
If she remembered correctly, the last date she could simulate was September 29...
**[Future]** was drawing closer to her...
PS1:
Some readers have been eager to see my version of "Avenger" Xia'er. Honestly, I hadn’t planned to release it because I wasn’t very satisfied and intended to find a more skilled artist for a redo.
But since there’s a demand, I’ll just put it out there as a sort of fan creation, haha.
"Avenger" Xia'er is a scrapped idea.
Chapter Ninety-Eight: Future Simulation and the Death Train.
(PS1: Yesterday’s chapter simulation date of the 27th was correct. After finishing the writing the night before, I saw a reader mention it was the 29th, and I mistakenly changed it to that. Today, while writing, I realized the 27th was indeed correct...)
(I completely forgot the plot yesterday. Sorry! ^^)
The past simulation remained unchanged, still set to June 16.
However, since Xia'er had spent two days in reality, Day 5 had become Day 7.
But the future simulation... Xia'er clearly remembered that on the 21st, the simulation was for September 29, which was 100 days after the 21st.
Because the number was Day 100, requiring 100 Fate Points, it disrupted Xia'er’s plan to simulate again, leaving a deep impression on her.
Logically, today is June 23, and since only two days have passed, the future simulation should show Day 98.
Yet the original simulation date of September 29 had also moved forward by two days, landing on September 27, thus becoming a simulation for 96 days later...
Her own time had moved forward by two days, while the future had also drawn two days closer to her.
This was a situation Xia'er had never encountered before.
During the initial activation of the system, the number of days for her future simulation could not exceed 6:31 PM on June 19, as that moment was deemed her destined death by the system.
It wasn’t until Xia'er killed Thomas, who had consumed half of the potion, and Solari, the leader of the Blackwater faction, that this restriction was lifted.
Now, the simulation date had advanced by two days without her knowledge.
Using the 21st as the last time she checked the simulation days, the past simulation had gained two days due to the progression of the real world, turning Day 5 into Day 7.
The future simulation, due to the advancement of the displayed time and the adjustment of the simulation time itself, had drawn two days closer, resulting in a total reduction of four days, changing Day 100 to Day 96...
It seemed that September 29 was not just a random date simulated by the system.
It was highly likely a prediction of her destined death.
And now, she was unsure what decisions she had made that led to this destined death being brought forward.
Xia'er didn’t follow the maid who had returned to her duties to find Aivina; instead, she headed straight to the empty study on the second floor, sitting quietly on the sofa to contemplate.
“System, has the future simulation moved two days closer to me? Is that a new destined death?”
Xia'er inquired inwardly.
Soon, she received a rather dismissive response from the system.
“Oh, who knows? Maybe you just remembered it wrong? Why not wait a bit longer? You were originally supposed to wait 98 days to know the result, but now you only have to wait 96 days.”
“Who knows, if you’re lucky, in a few days you might only be able to simulate within 30 days, which would let you use 10 Fate Points for a cheaper simulation. How great is that? ^^_”
The system’s obvious teasing didn’t bother Xia'er.
Regardless of whether it was a destined death or not, she had to spend 100 Fate Points to see what the situation would be like 96 days later.
She needed to find out what actions she had taken that led to the destined death and its premature arrival.
But 100 Fate Points was a significant amount for Xia'er; she only had 161 points left.
If she used them for this simulation, she would be left with only 61 points.
These Fate Points were not something she could afford to waste. With the current situation clearly problematic, should she not simulate? Did she intend to take this pile of Fate Points to her grave?
Moreover, Xia'er now had a relatively stable method to earn over 20 Fate Points; as long as she diligently drank potions and killed Jidi, she could always earn them back.
However, she couldn’t spend this hundred points recklessly; she needed to devise a detailed plan and prepare thoroughly.
At the very least, if it was a destined death, she needed to investigate the exact cause of death.
Xia'er stood up and walked out of the study.
Her canvas bag was still in Aivina’s room; she needed to retrieve it and jot down her detailed plan.
The maid who had been waiting at the door of the study, Xia'er declined her offer to lead the way and made her way up to the third floor, heading toward Aivina’s room.
These days, Xia'er was no longer as lost in the vast manor as she had been when she first arrived; at least, she knew how to get to Aivina’s room, her guest room, the kitchen, the study, and the reception room.
Xia'er stopped at Aivina’s door, raised her hand, and knocked. Aivina seemed to be sitting at her vanity, writing something, and upon hearing the noise, she directly asked:
“You're back?”
“Dinner won’t be ready for a while. If Amy arrives, you can entertain her for now.”
Only when Xia'er knocked could Nia open the door without announcing her presence, and since a maid had already announced her arrival, Aivina didn’t need to turn around to know it was Xia'er.
“Sorry, I might need to prepare some things too.”
Once inside, Xia'er spotted her canvas bag on the small glass round table in front of the sofa. She walked over, opened the bag for a quick glance, then picked it up. “I need to borrow that guest room again, Aivina.”
“Go ahead.”
Aivina turned to look at Xia'er but only saw her quickly leaving the room.
Aivina glanced at Nia, who was closing the door, and they exchanged puzzled looks.
“What’s up with Xia'er?” Aivina asked, a hint of confusion in her voice.
“Not sure, Miss,” Nia shook her head and replied, “She just took her bag and left.”
“Uh…”
Aivina set down her silver-gilded dip pen, a sense of unease creeping into her heart.
She had already started writing a letter to the Dutton Group for compensation, considering the “accident” she had encountered, especially since her purchased items were still there; seeking compensation was the normal course of action.
What had happened with Xia'er? Hadn’t everything been resolved?
Could there be more trouble?
At this point, Aivina lost all desire to continue writing. She hastily finished the last few paragraphs and put down her pen.
After affixing a stamp to the envelope and sealing it with her personal wax seal, Aivina stood up and began pacing around the room.
“What do you think is going on, Nia?” Aivina couldn’t help but ask.
“Not sure,” Nia replied, then cautiously speculated, “Something related to the evil god? Maybe there are cultists summoning an evil god... or something like that?”
Aivina almost dismissed the idea, but recalling the events at Dutton Manor earlier that day, she fell silent.
If someone else had said such things, she could have laughed it off.
But if these events were happening to Xia'er, it suddenly seemed very plausible.
She was incredibly curious and wanted to ask Xia'er for clarification, but she worried that going to find her now might disturb her. So, she remained in her room, anxiously replaying recent events in her mind, trying to pinpoint where things might have gone wrong.
After a while, Aivina finally gave up on her thoughts and called for the butler, instructing the staff not to disturb Xia'er while cleaning her room.
Meanwhile, Xia'er had returned to the previous guest room with her canvas bag in hand.
She walked to the desk, placed the bag on it, and took out her notebook and pencil.
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