Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

The winner advances, the loser returns to their original world, and their simulator will have some restrictions added.

For example, Sun Wukong's Heavenly Dao Life Simulator had been upgraded to extract items. If he were to lose to someone else, it is highly likely that the function to extract simulated items would disappear.

Although Sun Wukong didn't really need this feature, after all, by just closely reviewing the process, he could perceive a lot on his own, without needing the simulator to provide it.

But what is the purpose of "simulation"?

Entertainment?

Or selection?

Sun Wukong didn't know, but he had already decided to participate. After all, he had left a clone at Huaguo Mountain that was equally powerful and wouldn't let anything go wrong.

"Wait a minute, if I go, I guess many people among the heavens could guess my identity; better make it flashy," Sun Wukong shivered and the Phoenix Feathered Purple Gold Crown, the Lock-Gold Armor, and Cloud-Walking Boots appeared on him. He grabbed the Jingu Bang in his hand and swung it a few times, "This look is just right!"

[Your time has arrived, transmitting host!]

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Sun Wukong looked left and right, discovering he was still within the Immortal Stone space, which was a bit strange, "Why is it so slow?"

[Please leave the special space, the signal is bad here!]

Sun Wukong: "..." For some reason, my expectations suddenly dropped.

After leaving the Immortal Stone space, Sun Wukong felt a moment of dizziness and found himself in a setting akin to the Roman Colosseum, where a variety of beings were seated in the vicinity—humans, demons, elves, and even indescribable ones.

Looking up, the heaven above was dazzlingly splendid with endless stars shining.

Looking down, the field was laid with silver jade, endowed with the wonders of space: infinitely large yet infinitely small.

[All creatures have arrived; let the grand simulation competition commence!] Publication courtesy of M|V|LE-MPYR.

[There is no concept of time here; therefore, everyone in this place is not bound by time, and the contest between each pair is one-on-one!]

This announcement caused a stir among the crowd.

But considering there was no concept of time here, they wouldn't age, die, or starve. Whatever point in time they came in, they would leave at the same point, so it didn't matter much.

If you don't accept, what can you do?

If someone dared to object, perhaps "simulation" would take back the simulation system and kick them out of space, turning them into barbecued meat.

[The ultimate winner of this competition will become the 'simulation' administrator, able to distribute or recall the simulation system freely, and even use others' simulator coordinates to travel to other realms!]

[The admin holds the 'simulation' for three simulated years!]

Suddenly, all intelligent beings present were breathing hurriedly.

Sun Wukong was relatively calm; after all, with his own power, he could travel to the heavens, though he had no channel or 'Heavenly Simulation' function, and needed to find a coordinate first, then fly there... it could take a very long time.

"Seems like winning the championship is still necessary," Sun Wukong thought to himself, "But how is a simulated year calculated?"

At this thought, the Heavenly Dao Life Simulator provided a conversion: [In your Three Realms' time, one simulated year is equivalent to one hundred years in the mortal world.]

"Three hundred years? That's not bad."

At this moment, "simulation" began selecting the first opposing group.

Sun Wukong just happened to be chosen, his figure transferred to the field, deep in thought, "Space Dao, huh? This fluctuation is truly subtle, it almost deceived me."

And Sun Wukong's opponent was a young man with a carefree demeanor, clad in a blue and white school uniform that seemed like a tight suit.

Only because the fellow was two and a half meters tall with bulging muscles, but his face resembled a porcelain doll, youthful.

"Are you my opponent? A simian?" The strapping young man flexed his muscles, burst his school uniform apart, revealing a bronzish, muscular physique.

Even under the strain, the muscles on his chest, arms, and thighs vibrated strikingly, making him appear very robust.

"That's even more exaggerated than a typical demon," Sun Wukong commented.

"There's even more exaggeration to show!" The youth showed Sun Wukong his back, revealing a face like a demon straight out of hell.

"This is, the Ghost Back!" the youth said proudly.

Sun Wukong: "..." Suddenly, I feel like I'll be speechless many times in the future... What's there to be proud of? Though indeed stronger than ordinary humans... Seeing my attire, this youth somehow doesn't recognize me; he must not be from Earth, or that Earth knows nothing about Sun Wukong.

The myriad heavens, Sun Wukong quickly accepted.

After all, his bit of True Spirit in the Taixu Illusory Realm within the Heavenly Simulation created countless fantasy realms, which he had seen, and there was nothing particularly shocking.

[Simulation: Before drawing the competition event, both parties please summon your simulators, and show everyone your simulation journey and the fortunes you've gathered, and how you've grown to this point!]

"No problem!" Upon hearing the ethereal voice, the young man first summoned his simulator—— the Academic Ace Simulator.

The display unfolded—

The youth, named Li Fan, was from an ordinary planet called Water Blue Star, slender in build, academically poor, often bullied.