Chapter 3: I'm dead?**Do You Believe?**

Life's trajectory is often set from the moment a person's character takes form. Amidst the myriad opportunities and choices that life presents, the die is cast—your character and cognition have been shaped. Faced with these preordained circumstances, are you willing to step forward as a fated underdog and reshape your life?

"Life simulator—alter the future, transform your existence, claim what you deserve."

These words, echoing within Lu Bu's mind in the past, sparked his irritation, prompting him to expel the intrusive thoughts. Strangely enough, whenever he attempted to push them away, they receded, only to reappear the next day. As for their timing, it remained elusive—a rhythm without a set cadence, visiting him once or twice daily, whether in the early hours or late at night.

Today, however, following Hou Cheng's words, Lu Bu's curiosity piqued about the inexplicable voice. Unlike before, he didn't immediately dismiss it; instead, he hesitantly inquired, "What is life? How can it be changed?"

The words materialized out of thin air in his mind, inducing an indescribable sensation. Although unseen, they etched themselves into his consciousness.

"Yes?" Lu Bu ventured, cautiously.

In the next instant, the word "Yes" seemed to illuminate, and then the words vanished, replaced by an influx of information:

*The Sims, a light-brain game from the four-dimensional world, actualized the technology of virtual reality conversion, enabling individuals to experience alternate lives within a finite existence. However, the game's closure was compelled by personality fractures and mental breakdown events, leading to its permanent discontinuation. Its transition into the three-dimensional space holds monumental implications for the inhabitants of that realm. Overcoming this light-brain game could open a gateway for three-dimensional civilization to ascend into four-dimensional dimensions.*

The data was concise, perhaps a preliminary introduction to the phenomenon. To be honest, Lu Bu grappled with its complexities. The jargon—light brain, virtual reality conversion, three-dimensional, four-dimensional, split personality, mental breakdown—presented challenges. Nevertheless, it was apparent that comprehending the intricacies was unnecessary.

"Congratulations, player, for successfully establishing a connection to the Sims Light Brain. Are you prepared to embark on a Sims life?"

The voice reverberated once more in his mind, leaving Lu Bu in a daze until he gradually comprehended. The 'player' in question referred to him, yet 'Sims' remained an enigma. Although unclear, based on his vague prior experiences, he formulated a tentative understanding.

"Due to the player's absence of life achievement points, preventing the selection of an origin, Guangnao will randomly designate an identity. Wishing you an enriching journey."

As the words dissipated, drowsiness washed over Lu Bu. Upon regaining consciousness, he found himself in an unfamiliar state, as if his corporeal form had dissolved into the world around him.

Within his perception emerged a village, accompanied by additional insights: *Lujiazhuang,* situated in a small hamlet along the northern borders of the Dagan Dynasty. Its residents, all bearing the surname Lu, were descendants of the dynasty's founding generals. However, the passage of centuries had eclipsed their ancestral glories. Nurturing through farming and hunting sustained them. Nestled in the north, sporadic trade with the Hu Di to the north transpired, barring conflicts.

On an ordinary day, an unremarkable existence was ushered into being. Owing to a scarcity of fabric in the village, his father christened him Lu Bu, aspiring for the family to one day be clothed in abundance.

Lu Bu's realization struck with a jolt—he had lost his sight upon regaining consciousness. Struggling to open his eyes, chaos was his sole perception!

Blind?

For a marksman, it was an insufferable affliction. He bellowed in anger, yet his outcry resembled an infant's cries, exacerbating his terror.

Reincarnation? As a blind individual?

Enraged, Lu Bu's thoughts swirled; he had barely started turning his fortunes, poised to gain world recognition, when a random reincarnation occurred. Born anew, yet deprived of his sight!

Desiring to vent his frustrations, he found himself unable, reduced to inconsolable sobbing. As time passed, his cries ebbed, leaving him weakened. Suddenly, something was thrust into his mouth—soft and firm. Lu Bu's realization dawned; despite its lack of sweetness, an irresistible allure beckoned.

Though sightless, survival endured. Reincarnated sans explanation, Lu Bu resolved to persist despite life's trials. A challenging existence, yet one he refused to relinquish.

To live again, to live better!

Empowered by this knowledge, Lu Bu embraced his mother's embrace, blind yet finding solace in her arms. Recollections from his previous life emerged—he had cherished this sensation before his untimely demise, a comfort he now craved.

Three years elapsed swiftly, culminating in the advent of a unique child named Lu Zhuang. A mere three years old, he exhibited a surprising wealth of knowledge. Among the village children, he differed; eschewing games, he sought answers beyond his surroundings.

Curiously, Lu Zhuang fostered close ties with the Hu people. Recent years had witnessed lax military presence; tax collectors were met with disdain. Lu Xiucai remained the only informed individual, though Lu Bu's inquiries were now met with puzzlement.

Lu Bu, once capable of wielding arrogance with disregard, found himself humbled before a vanquished general. How could he submit to another's authority?

Days passed uneventfully, marked by idleness and hunger. The Lu Bu of this life lacked his predecessor's talents; survival, rather than success, remained the goal. Villager by day, he returned home hungry, contemplating his existence.

Player: Lu Bu

Current Sim World: A Farmer's Life

Status: 0

Reputation: 1

Companion: 0

Descendants: 0

Age: 3

His reputation underwent alteration following a disagreement with Lu Xiucai. Since then, whispers of his brilliance spread, earning him the moniker of a prodigy. With each passing year, age transitioned; Lu Bu speculated that numerical shifts corresponded to ordinal progressions. Whether his hunch held true, only time could reveal.

Bound by inaction, Lu Bu found solace in scrutinizing these enigmatic messages, yearning for transformation. Martial prowess remained beyond reach; Lu Jiazhuang's modest means limited ambition to securing sustenance. Yet, should an opportunity arise to harness strength, he vowed to seize it.