Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

"Three-Star World, Difficult Level simulation difficulty, simulators at Tier Four Moonlight and above."

"No slackers allowed, strict inspection of simulation frequency and simulation scores!"

"Celestial Dragon Reputation Gold Group, Four-Star World, Normal difficulty, Tier Five Sun Tyrant personally leading the team, 5 million Simulation Points, guaranteed A-level evaluation, non-refundable, those interested, come quickly!"

As soon as Lu Yuan entered the forum, he saw many messages scrolling back and forth at the top of the forum.

"Even Tier Five Simulators are opening gold groups?"

Lu Yuan laughed and cried at the same time.

But upon closer thought, it made sense.

According to the rules, up to ten people can team up for each simulation.

If you lead nine, that's 50 million Simulation Points in a flash.

Plus, the resources and rewards obtained in the Simulation World equate to a wild profit of 50 to 60 million Simulation Points from opening a gold group once.

For an ordinary Sun Tyrant, this is a huge sum of money.

Of course.

This money is not easy to earn.

Four-Star Normal simulation difficulty, while not very risky.

But unpredictable events could still occur.

For example, childhood early death, sudden illness, or natural disasters, all could lead to simulation failure.

So those who can open gold groups are invariably veteran Sun Tyrants and must at least have an S-level Talent.

Lu Yuan roughly looked through the forum announcements.

Then he opened his mailbox and found it filled with unread emails.

Lu Yuan clicked on one of the emails.

A young woman in a professional outfit, comporting herself appropriately, immediately appeared before him as a virtual projection.

"Hello, I am a recruitment staff member of the Simulator Association, and according to system data, we found that you have passed the initial simulation assessment."

"Congratulations on becoming an official simulator. We sincerely prepared a welcome gift for you—'Simulator Beginner's Guide'."

"Additionally, our Simulator Association has a long history, with strong overall power and many benefits. If you are interested, you can join us at any time!"

The young woman said politely.

"Thank you, I don't plan on doing this for the time being."

Lu Yuan immediately refused.

The Simulator Association is similar to a large semi-official and semi-private organization, responsible for recruiting and cultivating novices, and providing various information and resources for simulators.

But for Lu Yuan, it was not of much use.

Moreover, judging from the email, their information seems somewhat outdated.

Lu Yuan is now already a genuine Tier Five Sun Tyrant.

Yet the Simulator Association still considers him a novice?

In fact.

It wasn't that the Simulator Association's information was outdated.

Lu Yuan's power improved too quickly.

In just half a month, he leapfrogged from an ordinary high school senior to a Tier Five Sun Tyrant.

The Simulator Association's information update speed couldn't keep up with Lu Yuan's breakthrough speed!

"Alright, then I will not disturb you further, and I wish you a pleasant day."

The young woman slightly bowed, disappearing before Lu Yuan.

As for other emails, most were invitations from large forces and organizations or spam.

Lu Yuan casually browsed through them and then opened the Simulator Forum to start searching for information about the Night Watch Department.

The existence of the Night Watch Department is no secret.

It is a sharp blade forged with all efforts by the Will of the Heavens, viewed as a thorn in the side and a prick in the flesh by all alien races of the Ten Thousand Realms.

Every one of their members is a peerless genius strictly selected from All Heavens and Myriad Realms.

Their main duty is to solve dark creatures and save low-dimensional worlds and planes nearing destruction.

Therefore, many simulators also call the Night Watch Department members Night Watchers.

The identity of a Night Watcher is not confined to simulators.

Some are monstrous talents from other planes, while others are native powerhouses from some Advanced World.

But the one thing they have in common is.

Almost every Night Watcher's power and Talent are extraordinarily strong.

After all, these are the elites selected from All Heavens and Myriad Realms, and many times, a Middle-Level Plane might not even be able to produce one Night Watcher.

From this alone, one can see how severe the selection criteria for Night Watchers are.

They are omnipresent and reach every corner of All Heavens and Myriad Realms.

Their power is so great that even the Great Yan Royal Family cannot interfere.

"If eternal night finally descends, I will turn myself into a beacon to light the way ahead; thus, tonight, so shall every night be!"

Lu Yuan, looking at the Night Watch Department's oath, felt slightly moved in his heart.

...

On the other side.

Simulation Space.

Within a certain Stellar Battleship-shaped structure.

Countless intelligent systems were operating frantically.

A massive light screen displayed a large amount of information and data scrolling back and forth.

This is the intelligence center hub of the Night Watch Department headquarters, capable of receiving and processing all kinds of information from All Heavens and Myriad Realms.

Even to increase computational power, this center hub contains a sliver of the Will of the Heavens' consciousness!

"Warning, Two-Star Ancient Martial World is about to fall, headquarters must immediately dispatch reinforcements!"

"Three-Star Science Fiction World has been thoroughly corrupted by darkness, requesting coordinates of this world's position."

"World coordinates have been locked, and personnel are being dispatched; it is estimated to be completely wiped out in fifteen minutes!"

"The Martial King has slain a Tier Seven Ghost Race powerhouse on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms, raising the prestige of the Human Race; notify all simulators and reward a sliver of Sword Dao Law Origin!"

"West River Chen Family betrayed the Human Race, defected to the Evil God Church, causing significant damage to the Great Yan Empire, and the Night Watch Department has issued a bounty!"

Endless data streams were transmitted to the central intelligence through the Will of the Heavens and then integrated and processed by the central intelligence to be distributed to staff in other planes.