Fantasy Family Simulator

Unfortunately, this time, nothing new was discovered either.

The strange sound appeared only for a fleeting moment, then quickly subsided into silence.

Soon after, the air around him began to shimmer with yellowish shadows, gradually forming into a mass of yellow sand that spread outwards, mixing with the purple mist.

Having done this once before, Rhett quickly tossed the corpse of the earth-element Magister onto the ground and lay down beside it.

A few seconds later, the sandstorm, which was initially heading in another direction, hesitated as it encountered the corpse beside Rhett and the earth elements he had gathered around himself.

It lingered for a few moments before slowly approaching him.

As the Sand Spirit once again entered his body, a strange sensation washed over Rhett, but he ignored it this time.

He closed his eyes and focused on sensing the subtle changes in his surroundings.

He observed the tiny yellow particles of earth element dancing lively, as if they had gained life, and noticed a faint stream of sand occasionally appearing and disappearing.

His understanding of the earth element's profound mysteries seemed... stronger than last time?! The interval between the two encounters with the Sand Spirit was short, and the insights into the profound mystery were so clear that Rhett could detect even the slightest improvement.

Carefully experiencing it, Rhett realized, with a mix of surprise and joy, that this sensation felt akin to affinity—but only toward the "Dissolution" aspect of the earth element's profound mysteries.

As an earth-element Magister, Rhett was very sensitive to this. Perhaps due to the influence of the Sand Spirit, he could feel nothing of the other earth element profound mysteries—only Dissolution.

He relaxed his mind again, carefully attuning himself to the intricate laws of the world around him.

It was indeed different.

Rhett could confirm that his understanding of the Dissolution profound mystery had indeed deepened since the first time he subdued the Sand Spirit.

"If that's the case, then it can be concluded that subduing the Sand Spirit is not just about forming a contract."

"The spirit indeed enhances what I might call 'Profound Affinity'…" Rhett mused to himself, naming this change "Profound Affinity."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he realized that his understanding of spirits had deepened yet again through this experience.

"If that's the case, then I should keep going and squeeze every drop of benefit out of it!"

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind, and Rhett turned around to find the space behind him empty, making him sigh with relief:

"Phew, as I suspected, Moguli must have lied to me."

"He didn't actually witness me subduing the Sand Spirit in the previous simulation—he must have tried to deceive me with his words."

Rhett's eyes gleamed with contemplation. "However, he seems to know more about spirits than I initially thought. Combined with his status as a Grand Magister, he could easily discover something."

"I should finish extracting all the benefits from the Sand Spirit and leave as soon as possible."

He pondered for a few minutes, and just as before, that eerie voice echoed from behind him: "Loft, what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be searching for the traitor?"

Rhett paused for a moment, turning to face him with an odd expression.

Great, the same routine again? I specifically changed direction this time—north instead of south—and you still use the same line!

He shook his head with a sigh. "Let's get this over with. Yes, I subdued the Sand Spirit."

"Hmm? What did you say? You..." Moguli was taken aback by the sudden admission, stunned as he processed the words. "You subdued the Sand Spirit?"

In an instant, Moguli's rage boiled over, and with a furious flick of his wand, he unleashed an Earth Spike, determined to make this deceiver pay with his life.

A yellowish aura pulsed through the air, and a terrifying surge of earth-element energy spread out.

Sensing the abnormal earth-element fluctuations, Rhett activated his profound mystery, effortlessly guiding the Dissolution ability he now felt was second nature.

In an instant, the sand within his mind began to flow.

In the blink of an eye, Rhett's head turned into soft, flowing sand.

The earthen spike pierced through his head once more.

But Rhett remained unharmed.

Despite his victory, Rhett felt no relief—there was no joy in surviving an attack from a Grand Magister.

This time, there was no life-or-death struggle.

Rhett couldn't trigger the same intense mental state that had allowed him to track the enemy's magical trajectory during that crucial moment.

He relied entirely on his foreknowledge, knowing from experience that Moguli would aim for his head, allowing him to prepare in advance and transform his head into sand.

But to Moguli, this scene was beyond belief.

"Impossible! You just subdued the Sand Spirit—how could you have grasped the profound mystery so quickly?!" Moguli's eyes widened in disbelief, while jealousy surged like a tidal wave in his heart.

The Sand Spirit—such a precious spirit! If it hadn't been for this man's deception, I would have subdued the Sand Spirit, and it would be me gaining insight into the profound mystery!!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Moguli's red eyes locked onto Rhett, and he gritted his teeth: "You! Die!"

Swoosh

Rhett focused his entire being, hoping to fend off the attack of a Grand Magister on his own.

However…

He was too optimistic. The outburst of potential in a life-or-death situation doesn't happen just because you want it to. It requires long-term accumulation and genuine peril.

At this moment, Rhett couldn't return to that heightened state, and a sharp pain pierced him as a spike penetrated his back.

Gush Blood spurted like a fountain.

Buzz

The world blurred as ripples spread before Rhett's eyes, bringing him back to the twilight hour, just before nightfall.

"Phew, that was probably the first time a simulation ended due to my actual death…" Rhett shook his head with a wry smile.

In previous simulations, even when danger was imminent, he had always chosen to end them himself. Only this time, death had brought the simulation to a close.

Then, the familiar screen appeared before him.

[Real simulation ended. Please select one attribute to retain.]

[1. Constitution]

[2. Battle Qi]

[3. Spiritual Power]

"Of course, I'll choose Spiritual Power!"

Rhett quickly made his selection, and a gentle, subtle feeling of enrichment flowed through his mind, different from the usual influx of spiritual energy.

When he opened his eyes, the world once again seemed slightly different.

"In this state, I should be able to comprehend the Dissolution profound mystery even faster."

A newfound clarity filled Rhett's thoughts.

Even without the Sand Spirit's presence, when he closed his eyes, the world wasn't engulfed in darkness. Instead, tiny particles of yellow earth floated and danced, occasionally forming trails of flowing sand.

Rhett felt a surge of joy: "It’s true—each time I subdue the Sand Spirit, my affinity for the profound mystery increases!"

Eager to continue, Rhett opened the system interface once more.

[Would you like to initiate a real simulation? Each day simulated will cost 1 Fate Point.]

"Yes, simulate one day."

As he entered the simulation once again, Rhett’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, wondering what changes would come after repeated simulations.

Again and again, he entered the simulations…

Until the thirty-seventh simulation.

Rhett once more subdued the Sand Spirit and sensed the significant changes in his surroundings, a faint smile playing on his lips.

In his perception, his spiritual power spread out, and the world around him was no longer what it had been at the start. Instead of just earth-colored particles dancing, it was as if streams of yellow sand were constantly flying around him, lingering in the air.

They moved like graceful maidens, beckoning him closer.

All he had to do was focus, and he could see the profound essence hidden within—Dissolution.

Unlike the first time he subdued the Sand Spirit, when only a fleeting trace of flowing sand would appear, the environment now was far more conducive to his comprehension.

Rhett marveled at his progress. "So this is what it feels like to be a genius? No wonder some people can 'see' the tracks of profound mysteries even before reaching the Saint realm…"

"Now, I can do it too!"

Immersed in this state, the Dissolution profound mystery seemed almost within reach.

Suddenly, a moment of enlightenment struck him.

Rhett's eyes glazed over momentarily as the endless stream of profound mysteries surged through his mind, deepening his understanding of Dissolution.

Unconsciously, he activated this newfound power.

He watched as the upper half of his body softened, countless yellow particles emerging as his entire upper torso transformed into sand.

Snapping back to awareness, Rhett immediately dispelled the sand transformation.

Then, an idea took root in his mind: "If the Dissolution profound mystery doesn’t interfere with my bodily functions, then there's no need to transform my entire upper body all at once…"

He could simply dissolve key internal parts, the vital areas.

This would give him an additional layer of defense against attacks from stronger enemies, greatly increasing his chances of survival.

Acting on the thought, Rhett activated the profound mystery. Externally, nothing appeared different, but internally, his vital organs had all transformed into flowing sand.

This sand wasn’t actual sand—it only resembled it on the surface. If Rhett exhausted his spiritual power or ceased using the profound mystery, everything would return to normal.

So, the Dissolution profound mystery’s transformation wouldn’t affect the original functions of his body.

Otherwise, if his head turned to real sand, it would be equivalent to suicide.

A smile of satisfaction spread across Rhett’s face. This state was highly concealed, and the energy consumption was relatively low, significantly boosting his survival chances.

He twisted his body, this time facing east.

A few minutes later…

That all-too-familiar voice echoed behind him again:

"Loft, what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be searching for the traitor?"

Rhett sighed as he turned around, seeing the vice president of the Yager Merchant Guild standing behind him, staring intently with a scrutinizing gaze.

With a look of resignation, Rhett said: "Yes, I'm tracking the traitor. I just got here and noticed some signs of passage, so I was investigating."

"Heh, is that so? I’ve been watching you for a while. That Sand Spirit—did it recognize you as its master?" Moguli squinted, his tone laced with danger.

Rhett’s lips twitched. "So it seems, no matter which direction I face, you’re going to say the same thing…"

"Hmm?" Moguli was puzzled by the cryptic response.

"Let’s get this over with. Yes, I subdued the Sand Spirit." Rhett decided to summon the Sand Spirit—Sagr—and let it out.

A hazy yellow figure emerged from Rhett’s body, standing lazily to one side, completely motionless, exuding a lethargy that seemed insurmountable.

The sight of this real Sand Spirit immediately ignited Moguli’s fury. He angrily waved his wand, casting a Sand Flow spell right at Rhett.

Caught off guard, Rhett was hit.

Then, feeling the crushing pressure overhead, he grimaced internally: "Damn, I’ve really pissed him off this time—he’s going to squash me with Falling Rock…"

His grasp of the Dissolution profound mystery wasn’t yet perfect—he couldn’t fully dissolve his entire body. Facing such an attack, Rhett could only sigh.

"Well, better end the simulation."

Ripples spread through the air as the space around Rhett shimmered, and he returned to reality once more.

[Real simulation ended. Please select one attribute to retain.]

[1. Constitution]

[2. Battle Qi]

[3. Spiritual Power]

"Option three, as always…"

As the screen faded, Rhett stared blankly at the dark forest below him, caught in thought. With just over fifty Fate Points remaining, he wondered if he would have enough to completely drain all the benefits from the Sand Spirit.

He decided to continue the simulations.

…

Finally, after the thirty-ninth simulation.

[Real simulation ended. Please select one attribute to retain.]

[1. Constitution]

[2. Battle Qi]

[3. Spiritual Power]

"Option three."

Rhett made his choice and stood under the starlit sky, staring blankly at the black forest below.

After subduing the Sand Spirit again, there had been no further changes.

"Huh? Did I finally squeeze it dry?"

He expanded his spiritual power, carefully sensing the world around him.

Now, the earth element wasn’t just flowing sand—it had become more like drifting dust.

Like a thin mist of flowing sand, it swirled constantly around Rhett, never dissipating.

Well, it seems I’ve reached the limit—there’s no need to continue any further…

Closing his eyes, Rhett sat down right where he was, immersed in the flowing Dissolution profound mystery. In this environment, he felt like he had returned to the embrace of Mother Earth.

It was warm, forgiving, and comfortable…

Half an hour passed.

In a flash of insight, Rhett’s face remained calm, but his body gradually changed color.

His entire body turned sandy yellow as he sat atop Firegrid. The creature sensed something was off and turned its long neck to check, only to be stunned by what it saw!

For the first time, its eyes widened like saucers, and it let out a panicked cry:

Chirp~ Chirp~ Chirp~ Chirp~

"No need to worry, Firegrid." Rhett, now sandy yellow like a golden statue, smiled and extended his right arm. The flowing sand receded like a tide, returning to normal as he gently stroked Firegrid’s neck.

Then, his entire body returned to its usual state.

Chirp? You’re back to normal?

Firegrid stopped chirping, staring blankly at Rhett, filled with confusion.

"Haha!" Sensing Firegrid’s emotions, Rhett laughed heartily, overjoyed at how far he had come in understanding the Dissolution profound mystery.

"You’ll understand it eventually, but for now, it’s hard to explain." Rhett said softly.

Chirp! Firegrid happily turned away, content as long as Rhett was fine.

Gazing up at the stars, Rhett’s smile faded as new doubts filled his mind: "The Dissolution profound mystery is even more complex and profound than I imagined. I thought full-body sand transformation would be the ultimate goal."

"But it seems there’s still a long way to go in my understanding of the Dissolution profound mystery…"

This was a revelation he had while mastering the full-body sand transformation in such a favorable elemental environment.

Despite reaching this point, Rhett felt a distinct bottleneck in his comprehension of the Dissolution profound mystery, as if he had only reached the surface.

Yet, he could sense that there were still aspects of the world's laws that eluded him.

Covering his body in sand was merely scratching the surface of the Dissolution profound mystery—there was a vast world beyond waiting to be explored.

This realization left him frustrated, but he had no choice but to accept it. With a sigh, he told himself: "Take it slow. The fact that I’ve made such progress in understanding the Dissolution profound mystery already puts me far ahead of others…"

Then, Rhett scanned his surroundings, pinpointing his direction before setting out with Firegrid to find where Moguli would pass through.

As in the previous simulations, the process was the same.

Once again, Rhett successfully subdued the Sand Spirit near the ancient tree.

With the Sand Spirit now residing within him, Rhett, ever-familiar with the process, wasted no time clearing the area.

Summoning Firegrid, he took off into the distance.

Reem Kingdom, Saito Province.

Rhett had arrived in the skies above Saito Province, looking down on the countless buildings below, with the majestic castle in the distance making him feel a sense of awe.

The capital of the Reem Kingdom lay in the center of Saito Province—Emerald City.

The grand castle in his view, like the city walls, was the color of verdant green leaves.

Rhett’s gaze shifted to the Circle Tower, nestled deep within a lush forest on the outskirts of the capital.

During his journey, Rhett had learned from the locals that the Circle Tower held a semi-official, semi-autonomous status.

It enjoyed considerable freedom in alchemical research.

However, its trade and sales were strictly controlled by the Reem Kingdom’s royal family.

At the very least, the royal family forbade the Circle Tower from providing alchemical potions to any hostile forces, and the Tower complied fully.

After over a week of travel, Rhett had finally reached the outskirts of the Circle Tower, at the edge of Star Moon Forest.

Star Moon Forest was a restricted area, accessible only to Circle Tower members or those with special permission.

At that moment, Rhett stood at the forest’s edge, where a small market had sprung up.

In the wide-open space, dozens of elegant two- and three-story buildings stood in neat rows, each one a marvel of craftsmanship.

The roads were filled with merchants seeking profit, as well as extraordinary individuals buying and selling materials.

Naturally, this market had grown in response to the Circle Tower’s presence, attracting traders from all around. If the capital wasn’t so close, the market might have even been fortified by walls.

Though it lacked walls, a dense fence of spikes enclosed it, leaving only an eight-meter-wide gate.

Above the gate, a prominent sign read—Circle Market.

Rhett instructed Firegrid to land as he observed the scene, his eyes gleaming with realization:

"It seems the Circle Tower isn’t foolish—they didn’t want to hand over all the profits, so they’ve locked this place down themselves."

"But what exactly is sold here?" Curious, Rhett ventured inside.

In the deepest part of the market stood a green-walled, white-roofed single-story hall.

After asking for directions, Rhett headed straight there—this was the Circle Tower’s sole administrative office within the market.

"Yubi, today is your first day on duty.

Although nothing much usually happens here in the market, you can take the opportunity to train or think about alchemical formulas.

But if something important happens, you must act quickly—don’t let it slip through your fingers!"

A crisp female voice echoed from inside as Rhett stepped through the door, catching sight of a middle-aged woman in a red robe giving instructions to a young man in his twenties.

"Hmm?" The woman sensed movement behind her and turned, her chest proudly lifted as she scrutinized Rhett, asking:

"What business do you have here?"

Rhett briefly surveyed the room before meeting her gaze with a calm expression. "I’m here to deliver a letter—one that’s likely very important to your organization."

The woman walked toward Rhett with an elegant stride, clearly well-educated, her red lips parting as she spoke:

"Oh? Is it a letter from a major organization? If it concerns matters of cooperation, you can leave your request, and I will forward it to the higher-ups for consideration."

But Rhett wasn’t here to discuss cooperation. Shaking his head, he calmly said:

"I have a letter regarding Saul's defection. It’s a letter left by the pursuer of that time."

The moment the words left his mouth, the young man and the red-robed woman’s eyes widened in shock. They stood silent for two seconds.

Taking a deep breath, the woman crossed her arms, her expression turning serious as she said: "The matter of Saul's defection is well-known throughout the Reem Kingdom. Unless you can provide evidence, your words alone carry no weight."

"On December 30th, Year 729 of the Reem Calendar, two Fifth-Level Knights pursued the Circle Tower traitor—Saul—in the Dark Eagle Mountains, where they were ambushed and barely escaped, though they had little time left…." Rhett began recounting the contents of the letter.

As he noticed the shift in her expression, he continued:

"In my territory, I discovered the belongings of Saul and those two Fifth-Level Knights. The details I just mentioned were all recorded in their letter."

"Oh, and by the way, the letter ends with a note requesting that it be returned to the Circle Tower—promising a generous reward for whoever delivers it!" He emphasized the important part.

By the time he finished, the red-robed woman’s brow was damp with sweat. The specifics he mentioned left her 90% convinced of his sincerity.

Only the final piece of evidence—the letter—remained…

Understanding the gravity of the situation, she knew it wasn’t something she could handle alone. Matters related to bloodline potions needed to be reported immediately.

Her expression turned grave as she fixed her gaze on Rhett, asking:

"May I know your identity? You mentioned your territory is in the Dark Eagle Mountains? Could it be that… you’re a noble of the Kingdom of Kinnon?"

Rhett smiled faintly. "Indeed, I am. A noble from the southwestern border of the Kinnon Kingdom."

"The head of the Green family—I am Rhett Green."

"The Kingdom of Kinnon’s nobility…" The woman considered this with newfound respect. Not just for his status as a Fifth-Level Magister, but also for his noble standing in a neighboring country—together, it was enough to take him seriously.

"That being the case, I hope you’re telling the truth. May I see the letter?"

"Certainly." Rhett pulled the yellowed letter from his pocket, and the red-robed woman took it, heading to the back.

Where is she going? As Rhett watched curiously, the woman handed the letter to the young man—who looked no older than twenty, yet was already a Third-Level Magister.

The young man held the edge of the envelope to his nose, taking a deep sniff, then closed his eyes and carefully examined it. After a thorough inspection, he told the red-robed woman:

"Julie, this paper is made from special materials using an obscure alchemical technique. Special methods can reveal hidden information.

But… I don’t have that ability."

Julie smiled at him approvingly. "Good work!"

Taking back the envelope, she turned to Rhett and said:

"In that case, Lord Rhett, please accompany me to the Circle Tower."

After a moment of hesitation, Rhett nodded.

Under the curious gazes of market-goers, Rhett walked alongside Julie, with Firegrid obediently sticking close by his side.

Following a narrow three-meter-wide path through Star Moon Forest, Rhett soon arrived at the base of the Circle Tower.

Even though this was a restricted area, knights and magisters patrolled the surroundings in carefully planned routes, leaving no corners unchecked. Even the skies were monitored.

Rhett looked up to see several flying beasts carrying people back and forth, clearly part of the patrol system.

He couldn’t help but marvel at the Circle Tower’s deep reserves of strength, wondering when his own territory might reach such a level.

Soon, Julie led Rhett into the first floor of the tower.

Given her status and permissions, she could only escort him this far. Any deeper required official approval.

She turned to Rhett and said, "Please wait here for a moment—I’ll go upstairs."

After about ten minutes…

Thump, thump, thump

Hurried footsteps echoed from around the corner, the sound of someone quickly descending wooden stairs.

Julie, both anxious and excited, waved to Rhett: "Lord Rhett, please come with me. Master Nilu wishes to see you."

At the mention of "Master Nilu," everyone in the hall—the guards, the meditating alchemists—all snapped to attention.

The name "Master Nilu" carried immense weight!

In the Circle Tower, only those at the Saint realm outranked him.

They stared at Rhett, their gazes filled with scrutiny, curiosity, and envy. To receive an audience with Master Nilu meant he must possess extraordinary qualities.

If only they had such an opportunity, the guidance of Master Nilu would surely advance their alchemical prowess significantly.

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