Mysterious Life Simulator

Chapter 1 Life Simulator in the Marvel Universe
"Excuse me, let me borrow some light."

Chen Quanzhou rolled his eyes, and with both hands, opened a crack in the storage cabinet that was being pressed tightly behind a young couple who were being kissed passionately, and pulled out a not-so-new but clean rucksack from it with difficulty.

【Snapped--】

After losing Chen Quanzhou's hands as support, the locker was crushed again.

Before leaving, I looked back at the young couple who almost formed a parallel version of Voltron and almost shouted "I will form the head", and the middle finger of the boy's right hand behind his back.

He calmed down and walked to his classroom.

This is New York.

The Queen.

Midtown High School.

In this world, Chen Quanzhou's name is not Chen Quanzhou, his full name is George Chen Osterman.

His father is a Chinese-German mixed race, his mother is a Chinese-American mixed race, and he is half-Chinese.

George is not from here.

Or... he is not a native of this world.

He is a traveler.

There are some ups and downs. In my previous life, I was a police officer who had just graduated. He had a car accident during a mission, and when he woke up, he was in the United States.

When he first came to this world, he got the golden finger that is standard for time travelers, and he thought it was a novel of urban supernatural powers.

But then it was discovered that there was actually a Stark Corporation in New York.

The world is too dangerous, I just want to go home.

As soon as I entered the classroom, there was a voice in my head.

〖The life simulator has been restarted, loading...〗

〖The current number of simulations is 1, please enter the simulation within a week. 〗

"It's time?"

George froze for a moment, then returned to normal, put on his glasses where the other students couldn't see, walked to the corner and sat down.

〖Current simulation points: 103, can enter the low-level world. 〗

"Sure enough, the simulation points obtained through the [simulator] cannot be accumulated, which is a pity."

After taking out the textbooks that will be used today, and making a cup of black tea, George began to wander again.

This is the golden finger that came to this world with him, that is, [Life Simulator], but it was only officially opened at the age of 16.

The cheat function is divided into two parts, the first part is 【Simulator】, and the second part is 【Task】.

Looking at it now, [Simulator] is a word game where he can choose whether to present the process and pictures in his mind. Through this word game, he can get [Talent] and [Simulation Points] as rewards.

[Task] is an event that is triggered in reality through some unknown means. By completing these events, you can get [Talent Position] and [Simulation Points] as rewards.

However, the [simulation points] obtained are different. The former must be used in the next simulation, otherwise it will not be retained, but the latter can be retained.

[Simulation Points] is the currency of this word game, which can be used to purchase things such as identity, initial props, and physical enhancement when entering the simulation.

Among them, physical enhancement can also directly affect reality.

It's just the amount of increase...

Anyway, this has been simulated several times, and George doesn't feel that he has become stronger.

"This class is world history, turn the book to..."

The previous life simulations only took about ten minutes.

Of course, this may also have something to do with his glorious funeral within a few days after entering.

George took a pen to write and draw on the paper.

The low-level world can only brush the highest purple talent, and the probability of purple talent appearing is very, very low, so low that it can almost be ignored.

The boy next to him whispered nervously to another girl: "Did you know that another infected body appeared in an Indian restaurant in Flushing..."

"Really? Is someone dead?"

"No, it is said that there were members of the Avengers eating there at that time, and they happened to hit the muzzle of the gun."

"How many times this month?"

"I don't know, maybe the fifth time. Recently, I saw that the New York Police Headquarters is expanding its enrollment. My father said..."

"There seems to be tanks parked over the government building..."

"These things won't show up with us someday, will they?"

"Probably not...the mayor has promised to strengthen the school's defenses..."

"But……"

"Mr. Starr, what interesting things are you and Ms. Kabuda talking about?"

Mr. Tracy, who was in charge of this class, pushed his glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, and leaned on the wall tremblingly. He was about 70 years old, and he had participated in the war before and was wounded.

Mr. Tracy looked at Adam Starr and Winnie Kabuda who stopped whispering immediately after being discovered,
"Now, please explain what was the root cause of the outbreak of the War of Independence in the United States of America?"

"Uh... sorry, Mr. Tracy... I..."

"Please pay attention, Starr, the answer to this question is that British colonial oppression has hindered the development of the capitalist economy in North America!"

"Yes sir, I remember sir."

So the class continued.

This episode did not change Mr. Tracy's deadpan teaching style.

The students in the back row were a little drowsy.

But George was lost in thought.

The infected body mentioned by the two students just now is a very dangerous biological entity that carries a large number of pathogens from outer space.

At least that's how the government interprets it.

About two years ago, during the Great War in New York—that is, the big event in which the evil god Loki opened a space channel to allow the Chitauri to invade the earth, there was a source of infection left in the New York area that had not yet been found to have pathological and pathogenic causes .

This source of infection can cause humans or other creatures to undergo some rather weird changes, and completely lose their minds, and is full of aggressiveness towards all creatures.

George took a deep breath while Mr. Tracy was performing his powerful hypnotism.

"Enter the simulation."

He gave instructions to [Life Simulator].

It has only been two months since he turned 16. According to the law, the number of simulations is increased once a week. It cannot be accumulated and must be used every week.

So many life simulations, ten talents are randomly selected for each simulation, and then three are selected from them, and then one talent is selected to be embedded in the talent slot at the end of the simulation.

I only encountered blue talent when I was lucky, and other times it was basically white and green, which is not very good.

And there is only one initial talent slot, but fortunately, the selected talent can be replaced an unlimited number of times.

〖Life Simulator Loading...〗

〖After loading, deduct 10 simulation points and open the low-level world. 〗

〖Random in the simulated world...〗

〖The simulated world has been selected, the current "Albert Continent"〗

〖Please make sure to enter the low-level simulation world "Albert Continent". Once confirmed, the simulation cannot be changed. 〗

George breathed a sigh of relief.

In the previous few simulations, each time it was the Albert Continent, and each time it was basically forced to quit when the simulation was about 16 years old.

But in the end, I barely figured out the worldview of this world.

　The new book sets sail, please take care of it——

　　The lottery has been drawn up, and I am going to wait two or three days to sign the contract directly, so that everyone can invest with peace of mind.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)