Xenophon was baffled. He even took out his phone again, hoping to find some proof that he had actually “traveled” to another world. Of course, he found nothing.
He clearly remembered receiving a strange message before he “fell asleep”—something like, “Do you want to understand the meaning of life?” But now, that message was nowhere to be found on his phone.
Rubbing his eyes, Xenophon y back down with a sudden idea. Maybe if he fell asleep again, he could “travel” once more?
He really felt drained. The “dream” wasn’t peaceful at all—instead, he’d been mentally tortured in countless ways, his spirit pushed to the limit. If it weren’t for the expert pyer “Bzing Inferno Girl” guiding him through the game world quickly, he feared he might have completely lost it.
He did manage to fall asleep again, but the one-time chance to travel had already ended. When he woke up, it was dinner time. One of his roommates was back—none other than the guy who’d once ughed at Xenophon for being hit on by a cute girl and doubted his sobriety.
Xenophon told him the whole strange story. The roommate just ughed and scoffed, pointing at the open Dark Souls 3 game on Xenophon’s desk.
“Dude, you just had a really vivid dream. You’re so addicted to that game, you actually believe you ‘traveled’? Come on, as if you believe that's real, we are in reality! Still acting like the main character with some special powers ha?”
Xenophon massaged his forehead, still haunted by the images of being sughtered by that boss enemy. Phantom pains lingered on his body.
He spoke firmly, “It wasn’t just a dream. It was more like a fully immersive game where my soul really participated. The details were way too real.”
To prove it, he got up and performed a fwless roll.
This wasn’t just for show—it was a skill he’d gained from dying countless times in that nightmare world.
The roommate froze for a moment, then burst out ughing. “Man, you’re totally obsessed, but I gotta admit, your roll actually looks pretty natural.”
Still, he didn’t believe the “travel” story. To him, Xenophon was just so deep into such games that he’d unconsciously mimicked the moves perfectly.
No matter what Xenophon said, he couldn’t convince his friend. That left him strangely empty.
What hurt even more was that he wanted to see “Bzing Inferno Girl” again—the most captivating girl he’d ever met.
Days passed in this gloomy mood, and he kept producing “pain points” that could be harvested. But even with that, the pain he generated barely banced out what Xanthia was investing.
Xanthia confirmed one thing: randomly dragging an ordinary person into the nightmare space and trying to get pain points without breaking them was almost impossible.
She’d tested dozens of strangers she’d added from the mall, using her “Nightmare Phone” to send anonymous messages dragging them into dream worlds. Thankfully, she had safeguards to prevent anyone from being damaged beyond repair.
Her experiments taught her a lot about how to manage the nightmare phone’s power. She even gathered materials for her “horror brush” from these near-real nightmare worlds.
Finally, Xanthia decided it was time to “buff” someone she actually cared about.
It was te evening. Since parting ways with Dionysius and the others, she had been obsessively testing the phone’s functions, barely stopping to eat.
She knew the dorm lights at Thessaloniki First High School turned off at 10 PM, and Luciel, who always followed rules strictly, was usually in bed by 10.
Perfect.
Luciel and her parents had treated Xanthia kindly that day. So Xanthia wanted to repay that kindness. She recalled Luciel’s worries about Xanthia’s future as the “heiress of a financial empire”—an identity that might turn into a ticking time bomb.
Though they were just regur high schoolers now, Luciel had expressed genuine concern and frustration over their uncertain futures.
Reality wasn’t like TV or novels. There was no divine “cheat code,” no main character spotlight. When overwhelming forces came down, they could only struggle helplessly.
That had been Luciel’s helpless feeling.
Now, Xanthia held the ultimate “cheat”—the Nightmare Phone. She decided to give Luciel a taste of it.
But what if Luciel didn’t use her phone often? After all, the studious girl never brought it to css, always mindful of the rules.
Still, Luciel did use her phone sometimes in the dorm, chatting with Xanthia and discussing homework.
Xanthia sent an anonymous SMS through the Nightmare Phone and carefully chose a dream world for Luciel.
She knew Luciel loved historical fantasy novels and even dreamed of being a heroine. Perfect. She’d send her to a historical fantasy-style world to sharpen her spirit—and maybe learn some swordmanship, martial arts or magic.
Of course, magic and physical prowess wouldn’t transfer to reality, but external techniques could.
True combat arts couldn’t be learned overnight not even martial arts, and in the modern world, who had the willpower to train long-term? Even the strongest man could be taken down with a bullet.
After sending the message, Xanthia waited.
As expected, Luciel used her phone just before lights out—and just like Xenophon, she got the strange message, then her phone was “infected.”
Luciel didn’t think much of it and clicked “NO.” She felt her life was meaningful enough and didn’t want to “understand the meaning of life” or “truly live” differently.
Still, sleepiness took over, and she naturally entered the dream world.
Her roommates noticed nothing unusual since Luciel always slept quickly and woke fully rested.
The mysterious message Xenophon had once received vanished quietly after dragging him into the dream world.
But the message Xanthia sent Luciel wasn’t just a one-time contract. It turned into an app installed on her phone automatically.
This meant Luciel had unknowingly signed a contract with Xanthia, stepping onto the path of a true adventurer.
Now Luciel had a “Fantasy Life Simutor”—a game she could repy, exploring the world and strengthening her spirit.
Xanthia smiled as she saw Luciel come online and casually let the nightmare space assign her a “revenge-driven heroine” storyline.
Xanthia also created a game character modeled after herself and inserted it into Luciel’s world.
At first, Luciel was confused. But soon, she realized she had “traveled” into a young orphan girl adopted by a mercenary group full of female combatants.
She even noticed a little newbie who looked just like her real-life friend Xanthia—and coincidentally, shared the same name!
This Xanthia was a native character, young and na?ve but incredibly adorable.
Luciel instantly loved this “digital figurine” Xanthia, who perfectly matched her ideal of kindness and warmth—the ultimate angel.
Though Luciel’s real Xanthia hadn’t traveled with her, she quickly became close to this little Xanthia as childhood friends, enjoying the nurturing joy of watching her grow.
Time sped up—this was a life simutor after all.
The year Luciel reached adulthood, her mercenary group was wiped out. Her beloved little sister Xanthia was brutally killed by enemies.
The pain was overwhelming. Fueled by fury, Luciel fought the vilins desperately.
Of course, she died.
[You died!]
[Please try again, young hero.]
Luciel jolted awake, barely any time having passed in reality.
She immediately noticed the mysterious new app on her phone.
She thought back and realized this immersive Fantasy Life Simutor was her very own “cheat.”
She tried opening the app again, hoping to save her adopted sister Xanthia, but was blocked.
“Sanity points too low. Please restore before pying.”
Luciel took “SAN value” to mean the usual stamina or energy in games.
In reality, Xanthia had deliberately added this limit to protect her—making sure Luciel wouldn’t break down mentally from overpying.
Luciel was fired up. She’d just started to get into this game when her carefully raised little sister was killed brutally.
Who designed this cruel storyline!?
But the defeat only fueled her fighting spirit. She was determined to train harder and change the fate of her little junior.
