“Hmm, abilities or memories gained from a simulated experience?”

Eirik felt a surge of excitement, thoroughly pleased with the item.

Even if it was only for twelve hours, this thing could be a lifesaver in critical moments! In the simulation, he was a master at Savant Lv5, able to take down even a Savant Lv7 with all his might. The memories and abilities were invaluable!

“Feels good. I’ll call it a night here… time for sleep.”

Eirik closed his eyes, content. Meanwhile, other players continued their simulations, but without Eirik’s magic world, the speed of their progress quietly accelerated.

A night passed, and it felt like thousands of years had slipped by. Most players couldn’t possibly survive that long and had long since perished. They were either resting or chatting in the world channel, discussing Eirik and the nuances of their simulated lives. Of course, some, like Pip, opted to simply log off and sleep.

With Eirik gone, Pixie found the simulation dull. She logged out, climbed into bed, and fell into a deep, disheartened sleep. When she finally awoke, the morning light streamed in.

“In this life, without emotions, I’ve become nothing but a relentless magic-learning machine. I should have lived long, maybe achieving even greater heights than my senpai in the past…”

Murmuring to herself, Pixie instinctively opened her interface. The moment she glanced at it, a wave of dismay washed over her.

“Wait, I’ve only lived for a measly fifteen hundred years? I remember that scoundrel Eirik lived over thirteen hundred years. Does that mean I only survived two hundred years after he left?”

Pixie was bewildered. This wasn’t scientific! How could a top-tier gold card player, a heartless magic-learning machine, die so quickly? And the manner of her death…

She felt a tightening in her chest—dying by suicide due to illness? Pixie froze, her brow furrowing.

In-game, she had forgotten emotions—she was like a stone, living only for her studies. How could she have taken her own life? This was too strange!

“Quick question for everyone: when you log out until death, how do you check your life details? I can’t find anywhere to look!”

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After a bit of searching, she posed her question in the world channel.

“Logging out until death? Impressive!”

“What's up, Pip? Can’t let go of that jerk, so you just logged out?”

A flurry of anonymous chatter erupted, but no one answered Pip's question. Players logged out couldn’t even spectate, so no one knew how Pixie had died.

After a while, Selene stepped forward.

“Once you log out until death, you can’t access detailed records. You can only inherit memories.”

Only inherit memories? Pixie sighed.

The memories of this life were bittersweet, and she hesitated about whether to inherit them, fearing they might dampen her spirits.

“Forget it, I’ll just inherit them. I’m a Heaven-Forsaken Body, and I can only solve this with the Tome of Forgetting…”

Feeling gloomy, Pixie, usually lively, disliked seeing her sour expression in-game. After much hesitation, she gritted her teeth and chose to inherit the memories.

In an instant, a torrent of information and fragments surged into her mind. She gasped, her chest heaving, tears streaming down her face as she relived her past.

She saw the tender moments with Eirik and the cold, bloody nights. The images finally froze at Eirik’s death, a moment etched too deeply in her memory to escape.

“Now it’s time to examine what led a person devoid of feelings to take their own life…”

After Eirik’s death, Pixie joined the Church of Light and became the Master of the Judgement Hall. From then on, she turned a blind eye to the world, dedicating herself to magic.

Her progress was swift, soon reaching Savant Lv9, but breaking into the Grandmaster realm proved immensely challenging. For hundreds of years, she made no progress at all.

Meanwhile, her son Thal surpassed her, achieving Grandmaster status first. After Eirik betrayed Pixie, he imprisoned Thal, only releasing him when Pixie returned.

Thal struggled to accept his parents’ fallout and his father's tragic demise, once fleeing to the Demon Realm, gaining a notorious reputation. As time passed, he began to suspect that his father’s death was shrouded in mystery.

Upon reaching Grandmaster status, Thal, leveraging his elemental affinity, stirred chaos in the Dawnstar Dynasty, almost striking down a military official, finally learning the truth from Cecilia.

Understanding his father’s motivations, Thal hesitated to tell Pixie, but the emperor Raedric caught wind of it. The power struggle between the emperor and the Church of Light had become dire, and ultimately, Raedric arranged for Pixie to regain her emotions using the divine Ocean Mirror.

Taking advantage of her emotional turmoil, Raedric's elite assassins ambushed her!

The battle was immensely tough!

Distracted, she was outnumbered and severely injured, forced to escape.

Months later, overwhelmed by unhealed pain and guilt, she took her own life!

Only two hundred and fifty years after Eirik’s departure, she passed away in an unnamed village.

Their son Thal, persecuted by Raedric, barely survived. But, blessed with an elemental affinity, he eventually thrived, seeking revenge for his parents—a tale for another time.

Now, with the memories of her life flooding back, Pixie was in tears.

“Turns out, I misunderstood him all along. Everything he did was for me, but I always misjudged and hated him, even leading to his demise…”

...

Eirik was deep in sleep when he suddenly felt a warm presence.

Opening his eyes, he was met with Pixie’s beautiful face almost touching his nose—too close for comfort.

Am I dreaming?

Eirik was confused. Why was Pixie suddenly in his bed?

It must be a dream, surely.

But it felt too real; he could even feel the warm breath from her lovely nose as her hair brushed against his cheek, sending tingles through him.

“Miss Ravenshadow, what are you doing?”

Eirik inhaled deeply and quickly asked.

“Darling, I... I miss you so much... I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, woohoo…”

Pixie whimpered and suddenly embraced him, resting her head against Eirik’s strong chest.