Immortality Simulator

The moment his heart stops, Li Fan opens his eyes again—back in his twenty-year-old body, the echo of an entire lifetime crowding behind his eyelids.

He remembers a modest courtyard, a wife humming as she folds clothes, children quarreling over a chipped wooden toy. A life steady as warm porridge: never hungry, never truly satisfied. Then the end, the darkness—and something vast answering.

The gift calls itself Return to Truth. It turns a whole lifetime into data: every choice, every regret, every scrape with death. Li Fan can run that life like a trial, die at the end of it, and then wake at twenty with all the lessons seared into his bones. No more stumbling. No more blind chances.

With such a power, ordinary ambition would be a waste. So he points it at the oldest, wildest hunger he has ever carried: to step onto the road of cultivation and never have to die again.

But the so-called path of immortals has rotted. After ages of cultivators bleeding dry mountain, sea, and sky, the heavens have turned poisonous. Every mortal now bears the Immortal-Mortal Miasma in their blood; to a cultivator, it is slow damnation, eroding years of hard-won power. Techniques wither if more than one person dares to practice them. Disasters fall from the Dao without pattern, like knives dropped by an invisible hand.

Run after run, life after simulated life, Li Fan presses against a world that wants his kind extinct. Each reset buys him knowledge but also another lifetime of fear, another family left behind like a shed skin. Somewhere along this looping road, the price of survival starts to look disturbingly like the loss of everything that once made him human.