Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"It seems you are quite the Buddhist type," Sun Wukong commented.

"Thanks for the compliment; that's indeed my strength," Tang Monk replied with a faint smile on his face, "However, Benefactor Sun Wukong seems to know a lot about modern terminology."

"My simulation has an option for a 'pantheon simulation', and I've allocated a portion of my True Spirit to undertake training simulations, so I know quite a bit about Earth's various cultures," revealed Sun Wukong without any concealment, "Moreover, I've seen many adaptations of Journey to the West. It's just a bit odd to me why, in most people's eyes, my portrayal is almost always that of a raging temperament?"

"Although Sun does get angry, it's only when others touch upon my sensitivities. Normally, I'm quite easy-going; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to make so many friends in the heavenly court."

The horse monkey beside shrank in on itself.

His temperament was more volatile, and during his time in the heavenly court, he hadn't made any friends. Moreover, after being repressed for nearly five hundred years, he had only changed slightly—

Was he supposed to be grateful to Tathagata for that?

Damn!

Tang Monk said, "Maybe it's for the novelty? After all, people only believe what they see. On the Earth I traveled from before my transmigration, Journey to the West was famous, but due to the '86 Journey to the West' TV series, not many have read the original book."

Sun Wukong nodded. "I've also seen the '86 version. It captures about eighty percent of my essence, but it's overly mischievous and playful. Nevertheless, it's the closest to the real me."

"Yo, hello, I'm Sun Wukong," chirped another Sun Wukong as he walked over at that moment, hairless, wearing an orange martial arts uniform, with hair resembling that of a hedgehog, looking very flamboyant.

"A Saiyan!" Tang Monk muttered, "How about I call you Kakarot? That way we won't get confused."

"I don't mind," Kakarot agreed to the suggestion, "speaking of which, I'm also a transmigrator."

"Hmm? Bulma? Qiqi? Launch? Android 18? Android 21?" Tang Monk suddenly blurted out five names, a look full of intrigue in his eyes.

Kakarot looked at the sleazy Tang Monk, speechless, "Please, you're a monk."

Tang Monk didn't take it to heart, "Isn't Krillin also a monk? He still got married."

"Monks are not all the same. Where I'm from, monks can get married," Kakarot retorted, "Besides, my world is a modern society, unlike in fan fictions, it does not allow polygamy. That would make me despicable."

"So there's only Bulma?" Tang Monk sounded a bit disappointed.

What are you disappointed about!

Kakarot really wanted to punch this pseudo-Buddhist monk into oblivion but ultimately held back and said, "Yes, since she has been my childhood sweetheart. Isn't getting married very normal? And since I know I'm not the original host, and without that moment of pure-heartedness I can't ride the nimbus cloud and might not reach the original heights, I can only follow a route closer to Vegeta's, living off my wife, asking for a gravity chamber to quickly improve my strength…"

As he said this, Kakarot cast a yearning look at Sun Wukong, "Great Saint, I have been a fan of yours since I was a child. Would you take me as your disciple?"

Sun Wukong taking Sun Wukong as a disciple. No problem there.

"You've got some nerve, claiming to be Sun Wukong," the horse monkey scoffed disdainfully, "You're really lowering the bar for Sun Wukong. Never seen anyone as shameless as you."

"I can't help it. In my world, there are plenty who could destroy worlds with a single finger. If I don't work hard, it won't do," Kakarot said helplessly.

His simulator was a martial arts simulator, and with every simulation, he could acquire things unique to the world of Dragon Ball—martial arts techniques, Senzu Beans, and Qi.

But there was one damn thing about the Qi of the Dragon Ball world.

Despite its immense destructive power and the ability to transform energy into elemental forms or even enhance spiritual power, without covering the body, the flesh remained incredibly fragile.

Without continuous training, the body would degenerate.

"Physically, you are better than an average person, but fundamentally, you're still mortal flesh. If you don't progress, you regress, your body will deteriorate with the environment," Sun Wukong looked at Kakarot and stated, "As for taking you as a disciple, I'm not interested. Teaching a disciple is the most troublesome thing."

Kakarot then turned his gaze to the horse monkey.

"Don't look at me, I'm not about to teach you my skills," the horse monkey said, curling his lip, before adding, "What can you offer me in return?"

"Would Senzu Beans do?" Kakarot brought out a jar of Senzu Beans, "They can heal all kinds of injuries and even keep you from going hungry."

The horse monkey took one, put it in his mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed, not feeling any special effect, "Doesn't seem to have any effect."

"Maybe you're too strong," Kakarot said with an embarrassed smile, thinking to himself: not even a sense of fullness, this horse monkey must be too powerful.

However, that was what he considered the most useful item he could offer, and if even that was ineffective, there wasn't much worthy of exchange with the horse monkey.

But Sun Wukong saw through the nature of the Senzu Beans, "These beans are not ineffective, it's just that in this space, they have lost their original function."

"What do you mean?" Kakarot asked.

"This kind of bean should be connected in some way to the Netherworld of your world. The so-called repair of the flesh actually involves drawing from the Netherworld's essence to reshape the body," Sun Wukong explained, "The moment these beans can be absorbed by the human body, they open a channel linking to the Netherworld."

"If I'm guessing right, in your world, when people die, they can keep their bodies intact, right?"

"Yes," Kakarot responded, impressed, "But to maintain the body after death, one needs to be powerful and should have done deeds like saving the world, similar to accumulating merits."

In the world of Dragon Ball, the dead could keep their bodies, but required approval from the likes of King Yama and Kaiō-sama.

If you think about it carefully, you'll realize that these two weaklings can actually wholesale Super Saiyan-level bodies at will, and they can even wholesale bodies at the level of Super Saiyan Gods.

They must have control over the corresponding rules!

Frieza is strong, right?

The Kai should be worried.

Sha Lu is strong, right?

The Kai should be wary.

Buou is strong, right?

Even the Kaioshin is afraid.

But after they die, an ordinary Yama King can easily handle them, helpless.

Without a physical body, no matter how strong the power, it cannot be exerted.

"So, I suggest you'd better join that system, otherwise, no matter how strong you become, you will die one day, and then, considering your achievements in life, they might let you stay in heaven forever, but only to be at their beck and call," Wukong said slowly. "If you can't overturn the existing system, can't change heaven and earth yourself, then joining the existing system is an extremely good choice."

"The end of the universe is bureaucracy," Tang Monk said with a heavy sigh, "My Journey to the West is like the road to becoming a civil servant, and it's even a guaranteed spot. I really don't understand why the other transmigrators who became part of the Journey to the West quartet insist on making trouble and starting their own private enterprises. Were they oppressed too much by factories in their past lives?"

Wukong glanced at this peculiar Tang Monk and said, "Maybe they found out that the immortals and Buddhas of their world essentially consume humans."

Tang Monk was greatly surprised and asked, "Tell me honestly, Wukong, are you the reincarnation of Mr. Zhou Shuren?"

"No, but I've read his articles, and they reveal the nature of society," Wukong first shook his head and then continued, "However, history always spirals up in cycles." ReadaheadandgetupdatesatM*V*L*E*M*P*Y*R.

"Indeed." Tang Monk suddenly felt that he had a lot in common with Wukong.

Meanwhile, the big monkey and Kakarot were staring at each other, at a loss.

"What are they talking about?" X2

The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

"You explosive-haired ghost, you really hit it off with me, and you're also another version of me, so I'll pass on a body-strengthening cultivation technique to you," said the big monkey, and then he touched Kakarot's forehead, imparting a skill called "Eighty-Nine Mystical Skill."

"Thank you, Great Saint," Kakarot said excitedly. With the "Eighty-Nine Mystical Skill," his life essence could undergo a change, no longer as frail as before, and with the transformation into a Super Saiyan, he would even dare to try his luck against God of Destruction Beerus!

At that moment, Tang Monk was chosen to go to the field, and his opponent was a transmigrator from a world of magic and swords, named Li Yake.

And the competition they were to engage in was also very interesting.

A thousand-kilometer marathon!

With a sign of "Amitabha," Tang Monk took off his kasaya, tore open his monk's robe underneath, and revealed solid muscles, not as exaggerated as Li Fan, Wukong's opponent in the first round, but more harmonious.

This Tang Monk was not truly apathetic after all.

"Holy shit!" Li Yake cursed, "Master, are you a monk or Tang Monk? How can you be so rude?"

Tang Monk replied nonchalantly, "The Great Tang offers good meals, and as a monk on a pilgrimage to the Western Heaven, I often need to sleep outdoors. How could I reach the Western Heaven without a good body?"

Li Yake was left speechless.

But he also realized that the people who came to this space were either protagonists or transmigrators, and this Tang Monk before him was definitely not as serious as he seemed, so he felt that he had to start getting used to it.

[Take your places~ Ready~]

[Run!]

At the sound of the gunshot, one bald man and one youth, like arrows released from their bows, dashed out swiftly. In just half an hour, Tang Monk reached the checkpoint, while the young man from the fantasy west took almost forty minutes.

"It seems I am still faster," Tang Monk mused.

"Ah, yes, yes, you're the fastest," the young man panted in agreement.

"I feel like you're cursing me," Tang Monk was about to give the young man a lesson when he lost the chance, as he had already been "simulated" and transported back to his original world.

"What a pity, the youth won't be able to hear my esteemed teachings anymore," Tang Sanzang said with a look of regret.

The big monkey said to Wukong, "I suspect this monk is not as serious as he appears."

Kakarot interjected, "Do you even need to doubt that?"

In this place, aside from Wukong being serious, which other guy is serious?