Simulation: Starting from Under One Person

If you ask me where I live, I really can't say. I have no place to live in this world, and I don't even have any past experiences.

Pretending to have amnesia is quite convenient; there's no need to go to the trouble of making up excuses.

By the way, are there any precautions to take when faking amnesia?

Amnesia?

Thinking that he too had lost his memory, Ma Xianhong felt a sense of empathy. In his unstable state, he didn't consider whether the other person's words were true or false, and directly assumed that the other person had amnesia, saying: "My name is Ma Xianhong, and I am a village chief. I might be able to help you regain your memory. Would you like to stay at my place?"

Noticing a subtle change in Ma Xianhong's attitude towards him, Fang Rui didn't dwell on the reason. Upon hearing Ma Xianhong introduce himself, he decided to follow him, even if he wasn't invited.

Upon hearing the invitation, he immediately became excited: "Yes!"

When Ma Xianhong saw Fang Rui's excited appearance, he thought that Fang Rui was excited about the opportunity to regain his memory. He felt even more empathetic towards Fang Rui's words and sighed silently in his heart.

We are all wanderers in this world!

Fang Rui noticed a hint of wistfulness in Ma Xianhong's expression and was somewhat puzzled, but he had no intention of investigating further. After all, curiosity killed the cat, and since the goal had been achieved, there was no need to worry about anything else.

"By the way, what's your name?" Ma Xianhong asked after calming down for a while and regaining his composure.

"It should be called Fang Rui... right?" Fang Rui said deliberately in an uncertain tone.

Ma Xianhong nodded slightly.

Guo Liang, who was driving, did not participate in the conversation and focused on driving.

………………

Nestled in a valley surrounded by mountains, is Biyou Village.

The car stopped near the village entrance, and the three of them struggled into the village, stumbling forward on the muddy dirt road.

Because it was raining, Fang Rui didn't see any villagers along the way; they must all be inside their houses.

By the way...

"It's really hard to walk!" Fang Rui complained.

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong nodded slightly in agreement and decided in his heart to pave a stone-paved road that would not become muddy on rainy days.

A while later, the three of them stopped in front of an ordinary brick house.

"Squeak~"

With a sharp, scraping sound as the wooden door turned, it was slowly pushed open, revealing the interior furnishings to Fang Rui.

An ordinary eight-immortal table is placed in the center of the room, with four benches around it. A brick bed is placed against the wall, without any bedding.

"The furnishings are really simple," Fang Rui thought to himself.

"You'll be living here from now on. Someone will bring you bedding and other daily necessities later," Ma Xianhong said, turning to Fang Rui and pointing into the room.

He then withdrew his hand and, before Fang Rui could react, continued, "Now I'll take you to the bathing area."

“I don’t have a change of clothes,” Fang Rui asked.

“It’s a minor issue; the village has plenty of spares.” Ma Xianhong looked at Guo Liang, who was standing beside him.

Guo Liang nodded slightly, then turned and left.

"Come with me!"

Ma Xianhong led Fang Rui to the bathing area.

There are no private bathrooms in the village; instead, there is a public bathhouse, which is divided into three separate rooms. The bath water is made by mixing hot water from a thermos and cold water from a bucket.

After taking a quick shower and changing into dry clothes, Fang Rui and Ma Xianhong headed to the cafeteria.

According to Ma Xianhong's explanation, the houses in the village do not have independent kitchens, and the villagers eat all three meals a day in the communal canteen, where villagers who know how to cook take turns serving as the chef.

………………

Night, 7:30 PM.

As night fell, the village was shrouded in rain.

Inside the cafeteria, Fang Rui sat at a square table, looking around.

Half of the room was occupied by a kitchen counter with various vegetables and hanging cured meats, while the other half had six square tables.

Apart from him, Ma Xianhong, and Guo Liang, there was only one chubby male chef in the entire canteen, making it seem rather empty.

To be precise, even the cook was found by Guo Liang, since it was already late and the other villagers had already eaten dinner.

"How many people are there in the village?" Fang Rui turned his gaze away and suddenly asked Ma Xianhong.

Ma Xianhong thought for a moment and replied, "...There are twenty-one people now."

A bit too little...

Fang Rui recalled the plot of Biyou Village. It seemed that even until Biyou Village was destroyed, the number of villagers did not exceed one hundred. More than two years ago, the number of villagers was only twenty-one, which was normal.

"Drink some ginger soup first to ward off the cold."

Guo Liang carried a rough earthenware bowl over from the kitchen counter, placed the bowl of ginger soup on the table, and then sat down.

"Thank you." Fang Rui collected his thoughts, thanked them first, and then picked up the bowl to drink the ginger soup.

After finishing their meal, the three returned to their respective residences.

Fang Rui lay in bed, listening quietly to the pattering rain as he drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3: If you want to learn, I'll teach you.

The next day, early in the morning.

Fang Rui looked at [My Simulation], which had shed its grayness and regained its color. Instead of immediately starting the simulation, he decided to wander around the village for a while.

Pushing open the door, a group of women who looked exactly alike, each carrying a basket of stone slabs, ran past his house with somewhat strange steps.

“Emmm…” Watching the group of people walk away, Fang Rui didn’t know what to say for a moment.

The possibility of N-times twins is too low; those should be low-level puppets mass-produced by Ma Xianhong—like Ru Hua.

Curious about what the "Ru Hua"s were up to, Fang Rui followed them with light steps, taking in the scenery along the way.

Some villagers were busy in the fields, tending to their vegetables, while a flock of chickens and ducks swaggered around the village.

Meanwhile, the women were paving the ground with stone slabs, and the "thump thump thump" sound was very rhythmic.

After watching the "Ru Hua" paving for a while, Fang Rui walked towards a mountain next to the village. He climbed up the moss-covered stone steps in the forest and found an ancient-style pavilion halfway up the mountain. In front of the pavilion was an open space paved with stone slabs.

Walking to the center of the open space, looking up, you can see three large characters on the plaque – Xiu Shen Tang (Hall of Self-Cultivation).

Turning his gaze away, Fang Rui stepped forward and entered the house.

Ma Xianhong was squatting to the left of the metal furnace, connecting wires and installing parts.

Fang Rui didn't disturb him. He walked slowly behind Ma Xianhong and watched him operate the machine quietly.

Half an hour later, Ma Xianhong stopped repairing the body-repairing furnace and turned to look at Fang Rui.

"what is that?"

Although Fang Rui knew what the iron furnace in front of him was, he couldn't say it, hence the question.

“That’s the Body Refinement Furnace, which is the method I told you about before for restoring memories,” Ma Xianhong explained.

"Really?" Fang Rui looked skeptical, not believing that the iron furnace could help him regain his memories.

This statement wasn't something Fang Rui was acting; it was because he genuinely didn't believe the Body Refinement Furnace could help people regain their memories.

While reading the comics, he felt that the Body Refinement Furnace couldn't help people restore their memories, and he suspected that the reason why Ma Xianhong was so convinced that the Body Refinement Furnace could help him restore his memories was because Qu Tong was secretly guiding him.

Of course, the possibility that the Soul-Cultivation Furnace can truly restore memories cannot be ruled out...

But Fang Rui didn't care about the truth of the matter.

“Of course it’s true!” Ma Xianhong said firmly.

Well! It seems Ma Xianhong firmly believes this.

Fang Rui had no interest in arguing with Ma Xianhong about this, but then his eyes lit up, and he put on an expression that said, "I've been to school, you've been fooled." He said, "But no matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary iron stove. How can an iron stove help someone regain their memory? I may have amnesia, but I'm not stupid!"

“That’s because you know too little.” Ma Xianhong wasn’t angry, but patiently explained: “Actually, there is another society hidden beneath the surface of society, a society belonging to the extraordinary people.”

"So-called extraordinary people are a type of people with special abilities, such as generating electricity or breathing fire... And the ability I possess is to create all sorts of magical items, to be precise, magical artifacts and special machines."

Although Fang Rui knew that what Ma Xianhong said was true, he didn't believe it so easily. He pretended to be speechless and said, "Hmm, it sounds like a novel setting. You could write a book about it; it would be a hit."

"..." Ma Xianhong was too lazy to continue explaining and decided to let the facts speak for themselves. He took out a small golden ball from his pocket. Two metal ribbons were wrapped around the golden ball in a cross shape, and one of the two places where the ribbons overlapped was inlaid with an emerald green lens.

Pointing the lens at the floor, under Fang Rui's gaze, a ball of something shot out from the golden sphere.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the room.

Fang Rui looked down at the pile of metal materials and blinked.

"Come here." Ma Xianhong then beckoned to him and walked towards the door.

The two stood at the door. Ma Xianhong took out another small golden ball, from which a lion's head was spat out, fluttering its pure white wings and floating in the air.

As Ma Xianhong pointed forward, the lion's head flew forward, its open mouth emitting ring-shaped sound waves that snapped several trees at the edge of the open space in half.

After putting the lion's head back into the golden ball, Ma Xianhong turned to Fang Rui and asked, "Do you believe me now?"

Faced with the facts, Fang Rui nodded: "I believe you."

Then he asked, "Can I also possess this power?"

His tone was restrained yet concealing his excitement, perfectly matching the current situation.

"Yes, it's possible," Ma Xianhong replied affirmatively.

Even if Fang Rui doesn't have the talent for refining Qi, he can still turn him into an extraordinary person through the Body Refinement Furnace.

"Then what should I do to gain this ability?" Fang Rui asked again.

"Here you go." Ma Xianhong took a book out of a golden ball and tossed it to Fang Rui.

Fang Rui took the book, looked at the words "Divine Craftsmanship Refinement" on the cover, and fell silent.

I hadn't even finished speaking when you gave it to me.