Fantasy Family Simulator

Seeing this, Moguli's eyes sparkled with interest, his mind racing.

The Circle Tower's reputation in the Rem Kingdom was well-known. Many had long dreamed of forming a connection with it.

Even though he was the Vice President of the Yager Merchant Guild, his position wasn’t that high in the grand scheme of things, especially since his guild didn’t even have a Saint-level powerhouse. Compared to the Circle Tower, they were insignificant.

Now, this was the perfect opportunity to establish a connection with the Circle Tower!

If he could help capture the traitor, it would undoubtedly leave a good impression and earn a favor from the Circle Tower, something that could be very valuable in the future.

"But is he really a student of the Circle Tower? I can’t be sure just from his words," Moguli thought, his eyes flickering with doubt. He decided to probe further with a few more questions.

At this moment, Rhett seemed to be making a difficult decision and finally spoke:

"No need. I have the ability to capture the traitor on my own!"

As he spoke, he deliberately cast a Rock Armor spell—not only to demonstrate his strength but also to hint at the fact that he had consumed a bloodline potion.

It seemed clear that the man had indeed taken a bloodline potion. Coupled with what had just happened, the likelihood of him being a Circle Tower student was very high.

His eyes gleamed as he said, "Rest assured, this matter will stay between us. I won’t interfere with your Circle Tower’s internal rewards for capturing the traitor. All I ask is that if I ever need help in the future, as a student of an Alchemy Master, you remember this favor and provide me with some assistance..."

Under Moguli's persuasive words, Rhett's expression seemed to waver as if he had been convinced.

Finally, Rhett exhaled deeply and said, "Fine. The traitor is also a Level 5 Magister, bald, with a scar near his right eye, about 1.83 meters tall, and has fair skin… If you’re sincere, search the west side while I search the east. We’ll meet back here in an hour."

"No problem." After some thought, Moguli agreed and directed his Storm Hawk to head west.

Rhett watched him quickly leave, feeling relieved.

"It wasn’t easy…

It took five simulations to encounter him at a spot just over 20 kilometers from where the sandstorm appears."

Rhett secretly wiped the sweat from his brow.

He didn’t dare choose a meeting point too close to the sandstorm site. If he did, even if he managed to send Moguli away, the sandstorm’s phenomenon might still be detected by him.

Glancing up at the moon, Rhett narrowed his eyes, thinking, "I have to hurry. The sandstorm will form in less than 20 minutes!"

Estimating the time, he quickly mounted Fireclaw and rushed back to the Dead Swamp.

Rhett knew this deception wouldn’t hold for long. It was only a matter of time before Moguli realized the truth.

Having meticulously planned every detail, Rhett only needed a brief window of opportunity to succeed.

Fireclaw shot through the sky like a stream of light.

By the towering ancient tree, Fireclaw came to a sudden halt, and Rhett swiftly dismounted. Facing the surrounding purple miasma, he used wind elements to disperse it.

He then quietly waited.

Whooo~

Suddenly, a strange sound echoed across the land, making Rhett’s expression change as he perked up to listen.

The sound seemed to come from nowhere, with no clear source in the surroundings.

It lasted only a brief moment before everything returned to silence.

Then, the air around him began to shimmer with yellowish shadows, gradually forming into a mass of yellow sand that spread outwards, mixing with the purple fog.

The sandstorm began to spin, gradually growing in scale, with some purple mist getting caught up in it.

Rhett's heart pounded as he threw the corpse of the earth-element Magister onto the ground and then lay down beside it.

Although he didn’t fully understand how this worked, he lacked the strength to delve into the theory and could only rely on practical experience.

A few seconds later, the sandstorm took shape, with the yellow sand whirling and howling as it spread out.

Originally, the sandstorm was heading east, but when it encountered the earth-element corpse and the earth elements Rhett had deliberately gathered around him, it hesitated for a moment.

Then, slowly, it began to move toward him...

Rhett's eyes lit up with excitement. His heart pounded as the sandstorm approached, but he remained perfectly still.

The massive sandstorm, dozens of meters wide, gradually centered itself around Rhett.

Squinting, he saw a strange shadow flickering amidst the swirling sand, about ten meters above him.

The shadow’s form was unclear, but Rhett could tell it had some sort of consciousness, as it seemed to be drawn toward him.

He watched as the corpse beside him was enveloped by the yellow shadow and gradually disappeared.

The yellow shadow’s form didn’t change at all, and then, with a sudden rush, it entered Rhett’s body.

Despite being mentally prepared, Rhett couldn’t help but shiver as a cold sensation spread from his skin to his heart.

If he wanted to, he could have rejected it, but he would have to be crazy to do that.

Not only did he not resist, but he also fully surrendered, allowing the Sand Spirit to integrate with his body...

When the sand finally settled and the strange sensation in his body subsided, Rhett opened his eyes.

He noticed that the sandstorm had almost entirely dissipated, leaving only a few yellow grains slowly drifting down from the sky.

Rhett stood up, carefully inspecting his body, finding no outward changes.

However, he could feel that something inside him had definitely changed.

It was hard to describe the sensation—Rhett had never experienced anything like it before.

The first thing he noticed was that he had formed a special connection with a strange entity in his mind. Unlike the Snow Spirit, this one was heavy and silent, more like a mountain—completely devoid of liveliness.

When Rhett attempted to communicate with it, he only received a vague message telling him not to disturb it because it was too lazy to move.

“This… This spirit is as lazy as a rock. Why call it a Sand Spirit? It should be called a Rock Spirit,” Rhett muttered to himself, somewhat dumbfounded.

He closed his eyes, not in a hurry to explore the subtle changes in the world around him, but instead focused on understanding the Sand Spirit’s abilities.

After a few minutes, Rhett opened his eyes with a newfound understanding. "So that’s how it is!"

During this brief period, he had used his connection with the Sand Spirit to discover its specific abilities:

The first ability was to accelerate the growth of earth-element magical plants and beasts, essentially a blessing.

The second ability was to alter the soil, turning it into sand.

A light breeze rustled the twisted branches, and the eerie atmosphere of the forest lingered.

Rhett looked down at the moist ground, rubbing his chin. The first ability was easy to understand—it seemed that Sand Spirits, like Snow Spirits, could bless their respective elements.

As for the second ability, it was also straightforward.

It allowed him to transform any type of soil—whether it be rock, swamp, or mud—into sand. Under the influence of the Sand Spirit, everything became equal and could be sanded.

However, Rhett couldn’t think of a particularly significant use for this ability just yet. Simply turning things into sand seemed rather mundane at the moment, with no clear practical application.

On the other hand, the first ability didn’t need any explanation. Blessing earth-elemental beasts and plants would undoubtedly be a tremendous boon for his territory.

Beyond that, Rhett compared the differences between the Sand Spirit and the Snow Spirit.

Unlike the lively Snow Spirit, the Sand Spirit was lazy and dormant. However, the advantage was that it remained active year-round and didn’t fall into a hibernation state.

The downside was that it couldn’t infuse Rhett with spiritual power like the Snow Spirit did when it awakened.

But it had an extra benefit—it could merge with Rhett’s body, making it undetectable to others, eliminating any risk of exposure.

After some thought, Rhett felt he had a thorough understanding of the Sand Spirit. Composing himself, he began to concentrate, trying to perceive the subtle changes in the world around him.

As he released his spiritual power, he noticed that the earth elements around him had become more "lively!"

That’s right, lively. If, before, the earth elements had been like countless tiny particles floating around, now, with the Sand Spirit's recognition, Rhett felt that these particles were moving and jumping in a mysterious rhythm.

As he continued to focus, he gradually noticed something even more remarkable. The earth elements were no longer just simple yellow dots; occasionally, they would briefly take the shape of flowing sand, though this transformation only lasted for a brief moment and only occurred with a small number of elements.

Rhett furrowed his brow but then relaxed.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "Why did it disappear so suddenly?"

That brief glimpse of flowing sand had made his mind tremble, as if he had just glimpsed an incredible mystery.

He closed his eyes again, trying to recapture the feeling, but all he could sense was the usual presence of earth elements. The flow of sand seemed to elude him, as though it was just beyond his grasp.

Lost in time, Rhett remained immersed in the rhythm of the earth elements around him.

Suddenly, a cold voice shattered the silence:

"Loft, what are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be tracking down the traitor?"

The interruption snapped Rhett out of his deep focus, and he quickly turned around.

At some point, Moguli had appeared behind him, staring at Rhett with a piercing gaze, suspicion clear in his eyes.

Forcing himself to remain calm, Rhett said, "Yes, I’m tracking the traitor. I just arrived here and noticed some signs that someone had passed through, so I was investigating."

"Is that so?" Moguli squinted, his voice drawn out and gravelly as he continued in a low, dangerous tone, "I’ve been watching you for a while. That Sand Spirit… it recognized you as its master, didn’t it?"

"Sand Spirit? What Sand Spirit?" Rhett responded with feigned ignorance, quickly glancing around. "There’s a Sand Spirit here?"

"Then where did the sand under your feet come from?"

"I just cast a Sand Flow spell."

"I see…" Moguli appeared to understand, as if he believed Rhett’s explanation.

Yet, the sense of danger Rhett felt did not fade.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll continue searching for the traitor!" Rhett said as he turned to leave.

But suddenly, a chilling sense of impending death washed over him.

With lightning reflexes, Rhett twisted his body just as a sharp spike hurtled toward his head.

At the same time, a cold voice echoed in his ears:

"Do you take me for a fool? You came up with that Circle Tower story so easily…"

"Now die!"

In that instant, Rhett felt his scalp tingle as the spike neared, ready to pierce his skull.

In that split second, his mind became a void, and time seemed to slow down.

During that brief moment, Rhett’s spiritual power instinctively grasped the surrounding earth elements, pulling them into his consciousness just as they began to transform into flowing sand.

Deep within his mind, a small portion of his spiritual power turned sandy yellow.

Thud

It wasn’t the sound of his skull being pierced. Instead, it was the dull thud of something colliding with sand at high speed.

Rhett's head had turned into a blurred mass of sand.

No matter how sharp Moguli's spike was, it merely passed through the sand, which then reformed itself as if nothing had happened.

"So, this is the 'Dissolve' Profound Mystery? How powerful…"

Returning to his senses, Rhett gazed at his body in disbelief.

"Impossible! That was definitely a Profound Mystery just now!" Moguli’s face twisted in shock and rage as he screamed: "You actually managed to subdue the Sand Spirit and even grasp the beginnings of a Profound Mystery?!"

"Die! You might have just learned the Profound Mystery, but let’s see how many times you can use it!" Enraged, Moguli's face turned red as he summoned another earth spike.

But before he could strike, Rhett decided not to risk it any further and ended the simulation.

Ripples spread through the air.

Time rewound to the sunset-drenched evening.

Rhett exhaled softly as the familiar notification appeared before him.

[Real simulation ended. Please select one attribute to retain.]

[1. Constitution]

[2. Battle Qi]

[3. Spiritual Power]

"I choose the third option."

As Rhett made his selection, he felt a subtle change in his spiritual power. His heart raced as he sensed the earth elements around him becoming even more distinct.

The tiny, floating yellow lights were now more concentrated, and he occasionally glimpsed fleeting traces of sand.

Excitement surged through Rhett—it had worked!

The real simulation might not have carried the Sand Spirit over, but the insights gained from it hadn’t disappeared!

However, he quickly calmed himself as a thought crossed his mind: Wait a minute—since I’m going to subdue the Sand Spirit soon anyway, I’ll gain these insights again. So why am I getting excited now?

Realizing this, Rhett felt a bit deflated.

Shaking his head, he waited for over an hour, and as night fell, he entered the simulation once more.

Using the same strategy, Rhett made his way back to the ancient tree, ready to encounter the Sand Spirit again.

This time, he kept his expectations low, just in case there was no extra reward.

Whooo~

Suddenly, the strange sound filled the air once more. Rhett remained calm, focusing on the eerie noise that seemed to come from nowhere.

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