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🎮 Enter the simulation — Witness Alex's divine waifu world ignite in real time 🎮
"Sigh… so boring."
Alex leaned back in his chair, exhaling a long, tired sigh as a generic anime flickered on his monitor.
He had reincarnated into this world seventeen years ago.
Now he was seventeen—a student.
And early on, he noticed something was… off.
This wasn't just any normal reality. It was a strange blend of everyday life and anime clichés—like a 2D world poorly ported into 3D.
At first, he'd been hopeful. Excited, even.
But the fantasy shattered quickly.
Life here wasn't charming, wild, or adventurous.
It was dull. Flat. Exhaustingly **real**.
This world felt just like his last one—maybe even worse.
A new skin on the same corrupted OS.
Overtime culture? Check. Corporate burnout? Check.
Gender discourse, hollow positivity, toxic social systems?
Check, check, check.
Even now, attending the same school as a bunch of famous anime protagonists did nothing for him.
Zero hype. Zero awe.
Because here, they were just… normal people.
He didn't even want to get close to them.
It was easier to keep that illusion intact—to let them stay perfect in his head.
To let them think the same of him.
The school's name? **Funozaki Academy**.
The moment the final bell rang, Alex—proud member of the "go-home club"—bolted out with no plans to stick around.
Why bother socializing when he could head home, binge a few shows, grind some games, and live like a full-time degenerate?
Way better than meaningless school clubs and fake conversations.
But today…
After following a new anime religiously for over a month, the latest episode finally dropped.
And it was—trash.
The scriptwriter had gone full brain-dead.
What was supposed to be a comfy harem anime suddenly got weird. Unwanted love triangles. Random side characters getting fanservice.
Complete tonal whiplash.
**[To the scriptwriter: may you and your mua die together tomorrow.]**
Leaving one final poetic roast in the comments, Alex closed the tab with dead eyes.
"Sigh… I'm mentally done…"
He leaned back again.
Alright. Back to the real passion project.
He minimized the browser and double-clicked the folder labeled:
> **[Nourish the Divine]**
A personal cloud-based waifu simulator he'd been building for months.
No plans to publish it. This was a shrine. A private fantasy world—just for him.
He made the code. Built the system. Chose the girls.
They were **his**. No one else's.
The game was almost ready.
Only one thing remained: inserting the characters.
On his desktop, another folder waited:
> **[Characters]**
Inside were four names:
- [Penglai Kaguya]
- [Silver Wolf]
- [Mobius]
- [Theresia]
All of them were waifus he had loved before reincarnating.
But this world didn't have them.
And he had no interest in recreating their series from scratch. That'd take years.
So instead?
Build a simulation.
Throw all his favorite girls from every world into one digital paradise.
Feed them into the engine and… let them evolve.
Silver Wolf, Mobius, and Theresia were still being fleshed out.
But Penglai Kaguya?
She was nearly complete.
Time to finish her setup.
To make the game as immersive as possible, Alex had used his earnings from ghostwriting to rent an elite private AI model and a high-end server.
> **[Nourish the Divine]** was built entirely around it.
Once enough data was uploaded—and once the AI could interpret it through the game's core systems—everything would run in real time.
The AI would dynamically generate plots. Trigger slice-of-life scenes. Craft relationships. Handle emotions, expressions, movement—everything.
Even scenery and lighting would be rendered live.
Of course, playing your own game usually sucks.
You already know what happens.
But letting the AI take the wheel?
Now that was exciting.
Still… it demanded two things:
- A **lot** of processing power
- A ridiculously smart AI
To prevent any awkward glitches or out-of-character behavior, Alex had fed the AI *a mountain* of settings and design logic.
Just for Penglai Kaguya, he'd already written over **300,000 words** of documentation.
It was draining. No wonder he needed a break earlier.
But anxiety still clawed at him.
He had high hopes. He wanted this to work.
But what if… it broke? What if it crashed on boot?
Even worse—what if the AI worked, but the results were **nonsense**?
That would be soul-crushing.
He'd have to rewrite everything.
And this was the **most intelligent AI** he could get his hands on.
If this failed…
Then it was game over.
Still, he couldn't stop now.
His keyboard clacked with a steady rhythm, echoing through his quiet room.
Hours passed.
Until—
**10:30 PM**
"...Finally done."
Alex slumped in his chair, physically and mentally drained.
A soft chime pinged from his PC:
**File import complete.**
He straightened, slowly, cautiously.
"…Please don't screw this up."
With a small prayer under his breath—
He clicked **Launch.**
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> **[Nourish the Divine — Engage.]**
The screen lit up.
The intro cutscene rolled—a glowing tunnel of light, endless and mysterious.
As the camera flew through, a white flash enveloped everything.
Then… the main menu appeared.
In front of him: several hovering time-space gates, ancient and arcane in design.
The first four portals stood out.
Three were greyed out with tags:
> **[In Development]**
Countless others stretched into the background—
all locked, waiting.
Only one gate shimmered with color and life.
A quiet bamboo forest.
> Labeled: **[Penglai Kaguya]**
Alex clicked.
A transition animation whisked him through another glowing tunnel.
The scene loaded—
A moonlit bamboo grove.
Chibi-style models. Soft, pastel lighting.
A top-down perspective like a peaceful indie RPG.
Low fidelity, but adorable.
And easy on the AI.
Alex was already proud.
He could optimize the visuals later.
Right now? He just wanted to see it work.
His eyes scanned the screen eagerly.
One bamboo stalk glowed faintly in the center of the grove.
Beyond the treeline, an old woodcutter slowly approached.
**The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter—**
The origin of Kaguya-hime.
He tapped the screen.
To his surprise—everything in the environment was **fully interactive.**
Hovering the mouse over a bamboo stalk—
> *Slice.*
A sharp sword sound echoed.
The bamboo was cut clean in two—like butter beneath a divine blade.
The crashing noise startled the old man in the distance.
> [Old Woodcutter: —! That… that wasn't the sound of a wild beast…]
Alex's eyes widened.
"Holy crap… this AI's the real deal."
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