[Initiating time-skip. 10%... 30%... 70%... Time-skip started] [Time-skip in progress... Time-skip successful] When Leo opened his eyes, he found all the remaining children waiting around him. As expected, not a single child had died from fear of the dark. The moment the supervisor opened his mouth, Leo realized he had been too optimistic. Before the supervisor could get a word out, one child burst into tears and said he wanted to quit. That single sobbing voice was the last bolt holding the dam in place. Within moments, Leo was watching nearly seventy percent of the children cry for what was likely the first time since they were one year old. A quick check of the time-skip summary told him that the children currently in tears hadn't actually found their way out of the labyrinth on their own. They had been pulled out through the supervisor's magic. Leo understood then that these children had gone through the kind of deep trauma that could leave them afraid of the dar

After reading through the simulation log, Leo genuinely concluded that the fourth wife was the one truly at fault.After all, he had only been nine years old at the time. He hadn't even hit puberty yet.Even by the standards of this era, what she had done would qualify as something deeply inappropriate.Leo sat with that thought for a moment and found he couldn't stay angry at her. The fourth wife had been a noblewoman from a foreign kingdom, a beauty that even a king had once desired for himself.For a woman like that to develop feelings for someone as blank and colorless as the system spirit meant one thing: the body he was walking around in was genuinely, objectively attractive.Once he finished reading through all the system updates, Leo stepped out of his room for a while and made the rounds, talking with the colleagues around him and gathering what information he could about the state of local and regional politics.There didn't appear to be any wars on the horizon, nor any sign

[You are 22 years old. You are hailed as a great general, and the doors of all three kingdoms are thrown open to you. Numerous nobles, and even some of the kings themselves, wish to betroth their daughters to you, but you refuse each one without hesitation. Even so, the nobles refuse to give up and continue presenting their daughters to you through various means. You find a pretext to put some distance between yourself and the cities, and begin using your reputation to conduct tax-free trade between the three kingdoms, quietly building your wealth.][You are 23 years old. Your fortune continues to grow. The kingdoms understand that much of this is owed to your exemption from taxation, but ordinary people believe you are simply as gifted in commerce as you are in everything else. Rumors about your two years of steadily refusing noble women have spread across all three kingdoms. People have concluded that you hold relationships to an almost sacred standard and are simply waiting until y

Leo checked his notes a few more times, making sure what he had left behind would give the system spirit enough to work with.It wasn't a perfect plan, but it was close enough. And since the system spirit was no fool, it was entirely reasonable to expect it to navigate whatever complications might arise along the way.Once he finished all his preparations, Leo decided to use the time-skip function one more time.There were moments scattered throughout the time-skip process where stepping in and taking direct control might have made a meaningful difference, but as an experienced reader, Leo genuinely believed his approach was the most effective way to use a simulation system.After all, he was extraordinarily wealthy and could launch as many simulations as he wanted. So why exhaust himself trying to squeeze maximum quality out of each individual run when he had the option to compensate through sheer volume instead?With that settled comfortably in his mind, Leo decided to end the simul

Anladım, kasıtlı hataları olduğu gibi bırakacağım.The woman paused at the threshold as she entered the room, stopping just outside the doorway and waiting for Leo to go in first.Leo stepped inside, dragged the massage chair across from the L-shaped sofa, and settled into it. Then he leaned his head out the door and looked at the woman, who was still hovering at the entrance, carefully studying everything in sight.She had her head poked through the doorway, eyes moving slowly from one piece of technology to the next.Leo spoke with a faint smile. "Don't worry — none of this is magic. Just ordinary household appliances."Silence stretched between them.He didn't rush to fill it. The woman was moving at her own pace, and that deserved respect. Besides, Leo's mind was already elsewhere — turning over how to integrate her into this world, where to place her, how to explain any of it.The identity problem was the easiest. Money could open any door.The language problem was harder.The wo