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Emulator: Opening Talent Super Gigolo

# SPIRITENERGY #RELAXED #GODDESS “Lin Changan, you don’t want to get forced to marry a person, right?” a gorgeous young lady asked as she put a Slave Contract in front of Lin Changan. Lin Changan was in complete desperation when he received the Emulator System which allowed him to simulate his life. After each simulation, he could choose to either gain a talent, a realm, battle experience, cultivation, or part of the memory from the simulation. “You have rejected the Slave Contract and were killed in the Underground City by a love rival.” “You have chosen the talent, Live a Hard Life.” “At age 22, your sick junior confessed her love to you and you rejected her. That made her hate you and she poisoned you to death.” “You have chosen the talent, Complete Poison Immunity.” “At age 24, you were killed during the monsters’ attack.” “You have chosen the realm and have gathered the Star Power.” “At age 24, you fought the monsters’ attack as a general but still died in the end.” “You have chosen the talent, Restlessness.” “At age 24, you fought the monsters in the front line but you have exhausted your spirit energy…” After countless simulations, even the slightest move Lin Changan made could shake the entire world. “Simulation begins.” “You are now invincible.”

Deep Fry Rocks · Oriental
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Acceptance speech on livestreams.1

Acceptance speech!

There was a market in town today.

When night fell, I walked for half an hour before I walked down the mountain from the construction site on the top of the mountain to the farmer's market in town.

I hid behind a pillar and observed the farmer's market.

Most of the merchants had already closed their stalls. There was only one left, and he was packing his things.

I looked at the time on my phone. It was 6:38.

I was burning with anxiety.

Because I know that the sanitation workers in town will come to clean up at seven in the evening.

In other words, I only have 22 minutes left.

Looking at the stall owner who was dawdling, I was burning with anxiety.

Time seemed to slow down as I waited, and my heart was filled with suffering.

Finally, at 6:55, the stall owner packed up and slowly left the market with his cart full of goods.

F * ck, there were less than five minutes left!