Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"In this era, women had no rights at all; they were merely livestock, to be bought and sold at will. That is the most sorrowful thing."

To be honest, Su Jie struggled to imagine the sadness of this era while he was writing.

He now understood why Zhao Xinglong wanted them to study the history of ordinary people, or perhaps why Minglun wanted them to feel history through these common folk.

Because important figures lead the era, but it is the masses, these insignificant figures, who truly reflect the essence of the times.

Exploitation, cannibalism.

In today's society, Su Jie had seen plenty of PC users captured around Minglun City, where such news was nothing unusual.

"Comparing past and present, today, such practices are prohibited, and there are even brainless people who openly claim that other countries' 'legal PC systems' are the true openness, the true democracy, the true freedom."

"Ha!"

"They simply want to satisfy their own desires, to push women back into the dark abyss, turning humans back into demons."

"In this era, prostitution was legal, and those women in the brothels, they had no human rights whatsoever."

At this point, Su Jie stopped writing.

From his understanding at this Spring Full Building, the money these women made with their bodies was mostly taken by Huang, and then by the madam of the brothel, who took a large share as her retirement funds.

Next was the local mayor.

Of course, not the newly appointed Zhang Muzhi, but the several previous mayors, who, although ultimately conned by Huang into fighting bandits and losing their lives, also skimmed extra during their terms.

And Huang turned a blind eye.

Because in this era, most officials were just like that. However, in Goose City, no matter how much the previous mayors had made, it eventually ended up in Huang's hands.

Then came various taxes.

Indeed, Spring Full Building was indeed Huang's property, but for those who came to collect taxes, Huang didn't spare a penny; his owned businesses had to manage on their own.

It was like a food chain, the prostitutes were exploited at every level, skinned and fleeced, occupying the lowest rung, like grass that was squeezed dry, left only with a withered husk.

Most of these prostitutes didn't get a single penny.

Because they were sold to the brothel, they signed a contract of servitude and were forced to serve clients incessantly day and night, taking seven or eight or more guests a day until they were exhausted before they could get food or have four or five hours of rest.

And the so-called food was not an exquisite variety, just a few wowotou at best.

Barely enough to fill their stomachs.

The brothel did not allow the women to eat too much, since their work involved servicing clients. Eating fully might lead them to think about escaping, about getting away.

"Spirit arises from the body."

Su Jie, observing the scars on the women's bodies, continued writing, "And those in this hellhole, they don't understand what exploitation is, they don't know that their lives are their own to control. Maybe at first they resist, but after a few brutal beatings, they just accept their fate."

"They attribute it to three words—bad luck."

"This reminds me of Mr. Lu Xun's 'Blessing' and the fate of Xiang Lin's wife. Isn't it the same? But compared to these prostitutes, Xiang Lin's wife can be considered lucky."

"Ha! How sad!"

Just then, Su Jie perked up his ears, stopped writing, tucked the paper and pen into his jacket, and jumped onto a tree in the courtyard, concealing his figure.

At the gate of the courtyard, a broad and bulky middle-aged man walked in, accompanied by two heavily made-up women. Their smiles were like those of puppets, yet their bodies instinctively drew close to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man called out, "Go, wake up Xiao Bai, I choose her."

"Yes, master," one of the women immediately knocked on the door, her face showing a mix of loss, relief, and resignation, a complex and genuine expression as she turned away from the middle-aged man.

Su Jie watched as she directly opened the door, pulled Xiao Bai out of bed, brought her out of the room, almost naked, with only a towel around her body.

Xiao Bai had dark circles under her eyes and seemed indifferent to her own nudity, as if she had become numb, accustomed to it.

She managed a smile, seemingly very pleased by the arrival of the middle-aged man.

However, she still instinctively covered her most private areas with the towel, despite having been violated countless times—

The middle-aged man wasted no words and pounced on her right in the courtyard, indulging himself with the three women, creating lustful noises that could inflame the blood. Yet Su Jie's blood flow slowed by three beats, cooling down.

Thirty seconds later, the middle-aged man finished, satisfied, and left without another glance at the three women, only smiling at the madam who was already at the gate of the courtyard: "Indeed, Xiao Bai is still the tastiest cured meat. I'll come again next time."

He tossed a handful of coins on the ground and left flamboyantly.

"Thank you, sir!"

With charm still lingering, the old madam knelt down, planting her face to the ground as she picked up the coins, thanking the departing figure with a sharp and loud voice, fearing others might not hear.

However, that figure did not pause at all.

After collecting the money, the old madam put it into her waist pouch and walked over to the courtyard's pond, scooping up a ladle of water and pouring it over Xiao Bai and the other two, coldly saying, "Wipe off, there's another customer coming." The authentic version is on M|V|LEMPY_R.

Now, Xiao Bai, although it was her time to rest, had her rest day taken away by the old madam since she was awake.

A prostitute has no right to rest.

"Bad luck!"

The old madam dropped the water ladle and turned away.

Su Jie glanced at Xiao Bai and the other two, then left the brothel through the trees.

This is the illusory realm.

He told himself this, but his heart could not calm down; he could not ignore this situation.

Moreover, such things should not exist.

Su Jie took out a pen and paper from his bosom and continued writing, "I should not regard this as an illusory realm but treat it as a genuine reality. Assuming the identity of Sun Mingyi, I cannot treat these people as NPCs; they are all living, breathing humans······"

At least, Su Jie could see no difference between these characters and them.

At most, they are less well-dressed, somewhat narrow in thought, but they possess the logical thinking of this era and are living creatures of flesh and blood.

Quietly, a new idea began to form in Su Jie's heart······

Upon returning to the stronghold, Su Jie did not foolishly wait for Zhang Muzhi's actions but led his students to a village near Goose City, gathering classmates and locals.

The villagers were frightened, thinking they were about to be treated like pigs for slaughter.

However, to their surprise, this band of brigands built a town on the mountain, where professionals taught and guided them, helping them understand many principles.

Moreover, not only were they taught these principles, but they were also encouraged to enact them by joining in the "liberation" of other villages.

Involuntarily, these people seemed to have found a reason to live···

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In the vast void, Wang Chao looked surprisingly at the historical illusory realm where Su Jie and others were, incredulously saying, "Sun, that illusory realm seems to have gained a hint of reality."

What Wang Chao referred to as reality is not the immersiveness of the illusory realm but that the realm seemed to be evolving towards the real material world.

In the void outside the Taixu Illusory Realm, it seemed as though countless streams of light were descending and entering it.

They were the purest souls or, one might say, spirit lights, True Spirits.

In that illusory realm, some of the people were no longer tightly logical, thinking NPCs; except for not having real physical bodies, they were genuine living beings.

Turning falsity into truth!

Li Hansha exclaimed, "The brain is the Primordial Spirit, the Primordial Spirit is thought, thought is spirit, and spirit is the soul. The people in the illusory realm possess tight logic and thoughts full of settings and spirit but lack a Primordial Spirit and a soul—"

"Yet, the actions of Su Jie have caused these people, who possessed set thoughts and spirit, to step out of their original frameworks. Under their own tight logic, they have begun a new kind of thinking, thus gaining a soul."

"This caused the external Great Chaotic Void to resonate, thereby bringing down the spirit light, granting them true souls and turning them into real life."

The Void is the Void Realm.

It is the destination for all living souls.

The souls of living beings are not independent but are similar to a drop of water; the Void is the ocean. A drop of water from the ocean enters the material world, forming an independent soul, and upon death, returns to blend into the ocean, mixing with other seawater, no longer existing independently.

But some entities with strong cultivation can reincarnate.

For instance, deities like the Great Emperor.

Because the soul of the Great Emperor is no longer water but ice, even after returning to the Void, it will not completely melt for some time and has a chance to return to the material world as a whole, which is reincarnation.

Wang Chao, Li Hansha, Tang Zichen, and Chan Yinsha, their souls all originated from the Void Realm, only born on Earth after being twisted and refined by the celestial spheres of myriad realms, hence being extraordinary.

Especially Wang Chao and Li Hansha, these two are exceptionally remarkable, having departed from the Void's system. After forming the holy embryo, even after they die in the future, the Void will not take them back.

Sun Shisheng said, "Since this illusory realm now harbors real life, though only in the form of souls, it should not be treated like a history book that can be flipped through at will anymore."