Fantasy Family Simulator (FFS)

Rhett took a long time to calm down after reading the results of this text simulation.

Finally, he had completed a full-year simulation! However, the journey was fraught with challenges. Not only did Reilly die at the hands of the evil alchemist, but Rhett himself ended up maimed, losing an arm.

He sighed inwardly, thankful that it was just a simulation. With the latest foresight into the future, he had enough time to prepare.

"Evil organization? A mysterious person chasing the evil alchemist?" Rhett squinted slightly, realizing the situation was becoming increasingly complicated.

He glanced at the sky, which was dark with a bright full moon hanging high.

"Judging by the time, that ranger couple should be arriving soon," Rhett thought. The simulation had mentioned that they would encounter the couple today.

At this point in the night, the day was almost over, meaning the ranger couple would arrive any moment now.

Rhett steeled himself, clearing his throat. "Everyone, stay alert. This is the time we need to be most vigilant against sudden dangers."

Reilly, emerging from his meditative state, looked up at the moonlight, a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Tack, ever obedient, placed his hand on his sword hilt. Whatever his father said was law; if Rhett told him to swing his sword at the air, he'd do it without hesitation.

Evil organizations, disguised bandits, mysterious second-rank knights... Rhett's mind raced as he pieced together the events from the simulation. Some things were still unclear, but he could start connecting the dots.

He surmised that the second-rank knight who ambushed him in previous simulations was likely a low-level leader within the evil organization. The bandits were probably his subordinates. In earlier simulations, his caravan had attracted the bandits' attention, and the knight might have been worried about secrets being exposed or simply wanted revenge, so he came after them.

As Rhett pondered this, faint flashes of Dou Qi light appeared in the darkness ahead.

"Something's happening up ahead. Everyone, stay on guard and prepare for battle!" Rhett commanded.

Two lights, one blue and one red, rapidly approached the caravan. These must be the ranger couple. Behind them, eight more lights were in hot pursuit—no doubt the bandits from the evil organization.

However, judging by the bandits' strength, they were likely just fringe members, low-ranking thugs...

"Protect the lord!" Kurth shouted, moving to Rhett's side. Although Kurth knew Rhett was stronger, he couldn't shirk his duty.

The blue and red lights drew closer, soon entering a hundred-meter range.

Rhett gripped his staff, his expression cold.

"Friends up ahead! The group chasing us is a band of bandits trying to kill us. Please help us, and we will reward you greatly!" A weak yet urgent voice called out from the front.

Reilly, Tack, and Galleh all turned to Rhett, awaiting his orders.

Rhett remained silent until the leather-armored man and woman approached. Then he waved his hand. "Restrain these two first and take them to the back."

Both were severely injured and offered no resistance as Kurth led them to the rear of the caravan.

The bandits arrived shortly after, their faces twisted with greed and cruelty as they spotted Rhett's group.

"Looks like we hit the jackpot tonight, boys...a whole flock of fat sheep..." One of the bandits sneered, eyeing the caravan with glee. Without a word, they spread out, preparing to surround the group.

Galleh's expression darkened. These men clearly had ill intentions. He gripped his sword, ready to charge. Reilly also began chanting, preparing to cast a Water Arrow spell.

Rhett, hidden in the rear of the group, smirked coldly.

With a thought, he unleashed Earth Spike.

The bandits were no match for him—just six first-rank knights and two apprentices, mere fodder in his eyes.

Three powerful Earth Spikes erupted from the ground, instantly killing three first-rank knights. Blood spurted from their bodies, painting the scene in red. The sight sent chills down everyone's spines, friend and foe alike.

The remaining five bandits, their faces pale with terror, realized they had kicked an iron plate.

The power and precision of those Earth Spikes... Their enemy was at least a second-rank mage.

Regret filled their hearts. If only they'd stayed in bed that night instead of coming to rob near Twilight City...

"Run!" Someone shouted, and the bandits scattered, fleeing in all directions.

"Chase them!" Tack and Kurth shouted in unison, pursuing the fleeing enemies.

Rhett's smirk deepened. Run? In front of a second-rank mage? Impossible!

Earth Spike. Earth Spike. Earth Spear.

Three spells later, four more bandits lay dead, two impaled by Earth Spikes and the other two pierced by Earth Spears.

Rhett dusted off his clothes, as if he'd done nothing of consequence.

Only one bandit remained...

Tack pushed his speed to the limit, catching up within fifty meters. A fierce battle ensued.

"Flame Slash!" Tack roared, his sword engulfed in flames. In the darkness, the fiery blade blazed brilliantly. "Die!"

The last bandit, his courage long gone, clumsily raised his sword to block, too panicked to even use a technique. He was sent flying three meters by Tack's blow, tumbling across the ground.

As he tried to rise, he found a sword at his throat.

"Please, don't kill me!" The bandit trembled, raising his hands in surrender.

"Then behave!" Tack growled, dragging the bandit back to the group.

"Well done, Tack!" Rhett praised, playfully punching Tack's chest, which was as solid as a rock.

"Heh, heh!" Tack, proud of his father's praise, scratched his head, suddenly shy.

The last remaining bandit, now bound tightly, knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

Reilly approached from the rear of the caravan and whispered something in Rhett's ear. Rhett nodded thoughtfully, surprised. "I see. If you're certain of their identities, then release them. And bring them some food and water."

Although Rhett already knew their identities, he acted in a way that aligned with normal logic.

Reilly nodded. "Understood, Father."

Kurth stood beside the bandit, sword in hand, watching his every move. Even though the bandit was restrained, Kurth remained vigilant. Restraint didn't mean safety—there was always the chance the bandit could do something unexpected...

"Speak. What's your name? What's your role?" Rhett asked coldly, standing before the bandit.