Consciousness shifted again, plunging him into darkness. His body felt crushed under a heavy weight, making it hard to breathe.
This feeling again. When would he finally break free?
Chen Mo’s soul drifted out of his body. He gazed at his frail form on the hospital bed and sighed helplessly.
Lifting his head slightly, Chen Mo froze in surprise. He’d finally noticed the difference.
An unfamiliar ceiling.
Had he been moved to a new ward?
That was his first thought. Everything had changed—the size, the environment, the equipment—all upgraded to something far more advanced.
As Chen Mo stood dazed, a middle-aged man and an elderly man entered. The elder wore a kind smile, while the middle-aged man seemed shy.
“Old Master Luo, I’m truly grateful for this. If there’s anything I can do for you, just say the word!” Chen’s father said, his tone overflowing with gratitude.
Rui’an Luo waved dismissively, laughing heartily. “Han Sheng, don’t say that. You saved my life. Without you, I wouldn’t be standing here. Your son ended up like this because he saved others. Helping you eases my conscience far more than throwing money at you.”
The next second, he seemed to realize he’d laughed too loudly. He covered his mouth, revealing a trace of a smile.
Chen’s father looked at his son on the bed, a hint of pride in his eyes. “As parents, we never wish this on our child. But if it happened again, this kid would still choose to save others.”
“Don’t worry. The equipment and care here are top-notch. He’ll recover,” Rui’an Luo said, patting Chen’s father’s shoulder. He whispered, “Let’s talk outside.”
“Alright!”
The two walked out, their backs slightly hunched.
From those few words, Chen Mo pieced it together. Chen Hansheng was his dad. That kind-looking elder must be Rui’an Luo, head of the Luo family—the most powerful clan in Huaxia.
Who’d have thought such a mighty family’s leader would be an old man with zero imposing aura?
No wonder the hospital was so luxurious. His middle-class family could never afford this. Only Old Master Luo’s help made it possible.
Still, this was good. Chen Mo had rushed to recover just to avoid burdening them. Now, with outside help, he didn’t need to hurry.
He’d also noticed something: favorability grew harder to increase the higher it got.
Luo Xianxue’s had skyrocketed at first. But after nearly a week of possessing her, it had stalled at 78 for two days. Pushing it higher would take time.
Chen Mo had a vague feeling—reaching 80 meant fully resolving the Head Maid incident.
By the way, he didn’t even know which hospital this was.
Passing through the wall, he found his dad and Rui’an Luo nearby. A quick glance revealed the next room was Luo’s ward. Though discharged, his age required frequent hospital stays for recuperation.
That worked. As Rui’an Luo’s driver, his dad would be here often anyway.
After drifting aimlessly through accessible areas, bored, Chen Mo returned to his body. He waited for the next simulation time.
Soon, the next day arrived. Chen Mo checked the system panel.
【Life Simulation System】
【Host: Chen Mo】
【Status: Hanging by a thread】
【Current Task: Complete first life simulation, restore body】
【Remaining Random Life Countdown: 13:34:25】
【Current Available Life: Luo Xianxue (78)】
Chen Mo’s eyes flickered. By this time tomorrow, he could simulate a brand-new life.
Today, he’d check on Luo Xianxue. If no progress, he’d try the new option.
Per the system, if he didn’t simulate, the countdown stayed at zero—resetting only when he started.
Once simulated, he could cancel anytime if unsatisfied, restarting the countdown.
Since it was random and uncertain, trying it first made sense.
As they say: “Use it early, cooldown early.”
But it depended on Luo Xianxue. If the Head Maid acted, he’d hold off.
At 11 AM, Chen Mo simulated her life as usual.
Opening his eyes, he was in the study. Pre-prepared sandwich cookies sat on the table. He always came at this time, and Luo Xianxue clearly knew it.
As soon as he arrived, her cheerful voice rang out. “Phantom Sir, you’re here!”
“Mm. Anything happen while I was away?” Chen Mo grabbed a cookie and bit into it. Strawberry-flavored.
“Nope! Yesterday, I did whatever I wanted. The maids didn’t demand anything. Thank you, Phantom Sir.” Luo Xianxue’s voice brimmed with joy. Even this small autonomy felt like precious “freedom” to her.
“This is just the beginning. Be more assertive, and things will fall into place.”
Not great at socializing, Luo Xianxue avoided the topic. “Phantom Sir, what are we doing today? Still practicing line art?”
“No. Let’s try coloring.”
With Luo Xianxue’s talent and his own solid foundation, Chen Mo only needed her manga-style techniques—not deep mastery. He’d blend them with his skills for a complementary effect.
Luo Xianxue listened, puzzled but didn’t press. She rarely probed into his affairs unless extremely curious.
She’d even wanted to ask his name before. To her, he loved drawing and manga—he must be from this world. A name would make him easy to find.
But what kind of person was Phantom Sir really?
Unconsciously, her favorability ticked up to 79—just a step from 80.
Six hours passed quickly, nothing eventful. Before leaving, Chen Mo said, “I might not come tomorrow.”
“Huh?”
Luo Xianxue’s voice turned blank, then panicked. “D-did I… did I do something wrong to upset you, Phantom Sir?”
