I died chasing the perfect simulation—and woke up in a world ruled by cultivation.
No dantian. No spiritual root. No hope.
But I brought something this world wasn’t prepared for:
A quantum simulation system.
While others meditate under waterfalls, I run recursive models.
While they absorb Qi through roots, I build my own from nothing.
While they pray to Heaven, I overwrite its laws.
They call me worthless.
They watch me fail.
But every breath I take is a simulation.
Every failure… data.
And when they finally see me rise?
It’ll already be too late.