mygo, Villain Simulator

Kenshiro can be called a cursed lone star, for those who approach him are doomed by the curse of the North Star. He is destined for loneliness, destined for tragedy. Every step he takes is paved with blood, every gesture he makes means the departure of those close to him. He is a hero of the apocalypse, yet also the embodiment of disaster. No one who gets close to him will find a happy ending.

And you're facing this kind of man.

Facing this infant, the man known as "Kensiro" hesitated for a moment, then solemnly announced: "It's decided! You are the successor to Hokuto Shinken!"

You were adopted by Kenshiro, thus escaping your status as an orphan.

[And now that you're heartbroken—may the world be destroyed!]

After all, what awaits you is a future where the world is ravaged by nuclear weapons.

[That's how it is. You start waiting for the nuclear bombs to wipe out the land, then walk through the apocalypse with your master, and finally die in this cannibalistic world.]

Chapter 42, Chapter 38, Instruments II (Part 3): Coldness is the wonderful use of the flute.

[At 1 year old, life as a baby is boring. Your adoptive father doesn't know how to take care of a baby, but he has a very reliable lover—Yulia! Quick, use your breasts to think of a solution!!!]

You look at the woman called Yulia. She is different from the Yulia you remember; her face is not European, but Asian. Her hair is not brown, but black.

[At age 2, you met a man called Barto. He was different from the Barto you remembered. He wasn't a child, and he didn't wear the signature goggles.]

The man named Barto was a fat, long-haired otaku dressed in the style of anime/manga characters: glasses, a backpack, and a plaid shirt.

At age 3, your adoptive father began training you as the successor to Hokuto Shinken. If it weren't for your exceptionally strong physique, you would have died of kidney failure from the excessive training during that year.

At the age of 4, through the practice of massage techniques, you mastered the body's acupoints with remarkable skill, even surpassing your adoptive father. Your adoptive father marveled that you were a born successor to the Hokuto Shinken style.

At age 5, you discovered that magic could be incorporated into Fist of the North Star. You conducted an experiment and successfully destroyed a giant tree that required two adults to encircle it.

[At age 6, your adoptive father disappeared. When you were 5, he saw you knock down a tree and had a look on his face that said, "I knew Fist of the North Star was the real deal!!!"]

[The other party left with the words, "My cultivation is not enough," and Yulia was heartbroken by her adoptive father's departure—"How dare he! I was about to marry him!"]

Barto remarked: "This world is truly amazing, and the teacher is indeed incredible."

[Barto followed your adoptive father away, and you and Yulia are living together in the massage parlor he ran.]

At age 7, you began working as your adoptive father's heir.

At this point, you've discovered that your adoptive father isn't Kenshiro, the tragic hero from *Fist of the North Star*, but rather Koichi Numakura, the character from *Dungeon Fighter Online* who idolizes Kenshiro.

You are thankful that you don't have to face the end of Fist of the North Star or the danger of being by Kenshiro's side.

At eight years old, you are active in the massage industry as your adoptive father's heir. Although your body looks like a child's, you possess strength enough to kill a bull. Your massage skills, surpassing even your adoptive father's, combined with magical abilities, have made you a minor celebrity in the massage world.

[At age 9, you discovered the mysterious use of the term "playing the flute" while giving a massage to a female customer.]

[At age 10, thanks to referrals from previous female customers, your massage parlor is seeing an increase in female customers.]

[At 11 years old, your massages are fully booked by women, which has caused dissatisfaction among male customers. After all, your massage techniques are amazing, allowing them to rediscover their masculine prowess.]

At age 12, you caught the attention of many influential figures, who invited you to give them massages. Among them were even Shinomiya, Toyokawa, and the famous comedian Ruoye and his wife.

[At 13, you continue the massage.]

[At 14, you continue the massage.]

[At 15, you continue the massage.]

[16 years old]

[17 years old]

[18 years old]

At 22, you welcome a special customer. She is a single mother raising her daughter alone.

Her divorce was due to her husband's infidelity, including having a child with another woman. This blow initially overwhelmed the single mother, but for her daughter's future, she chose to pull herself together. From then on, the single mother worked tirelessly, shouldering the responsibility of raising her child alone. After several years of hard work, she not only provided her daughter with a comfortable life but also bought an apartment with a large balcony in Minato Ward.

However, behind this success lies untold sacrifice. For her daughter, this single mother poured almost all her time and energy into her work, sacrificing time with her child. Years of high-intensity work took a toll on her health, and exhaustion became the norm in her life as a single mother.

So, on a friend's strong recommendation, the person who had finally managed to book a massage appointment with you arrived at your adoptive father's massage studio with the thought, "Is it really that amazing?"

The single mother was skeptical about the effects of massage, but deep down she secretly hoped it might alleviate her long-term physical and mental exhaustion.

When the single mother entered the massage room, slightly reserved and uneasy, you welcomed her with a gentle smile. With your masterful massage skills, a blend of Hokuto Shinken and magic, the single mother's initial skepticism gradually dissipated as your hands gently and precisely touched her muscles.

"Does this area often feel stiff?" you asked softly, your fingers finding a nodule on the single mother's neck and shoulder. She nodded slightly, a hint of surprise on her face. "How did you know?"

You simply smiled, adjusting the pressure just right, as if conversing with the weary body of a single mother. As the massage deepened, she felt an unprecedented sense of ease; her tense muscles gradually relaxed, and even the heavy burden on her mind seemed to be lifted.

"I didn't expect...it actually worked." The single mother murmured at the end, a long-lost sense of relief in her eyes.

"Your health is the foundation of everything; don't forget to take care of yourself," you gently reminded her, your sincere tone drawing the attention of the single mother.

After that massage, the single mother's life seemed to subtly change.

She had initially intended the massage as a brief moment of relaxation, but your fingers touched more than just the tired body of a single mother; they gently unlocked the door to her heart, which had gradually closed off after years of struggling alone.

When the single mother returned to her apartment and stood on the large balcony, the once cold night seemed to soften considerably. The starlight outside reflected in her eyes, and your figure unintentionally entered her heart.

"It's so strange..." she murmured, her fingers lightly touching her shoulder, as if she could still feel the warmth of your palm. That perfect pressure, that deep and warm voice, seemed like an irresistible magic, making the single mother keep recalling the details of that day.

From that day on, a new focus emerged in the life of a single mother—your existence.

From then on, she frequently booked your appointments. Each time she left the studio, the single mother couldn't help but silently pray that the next meeting would come soon. She didn't know where this relationship would lead, but she understood that you had left an indelible mark on her life.

At 23, you got married to this single mother, and you also had a daughter named Nagasaki Sasaki.

I'm doomed. I feel like I'll get yelled at for writing this simulation.

Chapter 43 My Daughter

At 23, you should be in the happiest period of your life, but a simple piece of news has triggered an unexpected storm—your marriage announcement has caused a complete uproar among your female customers!!

You initially thought this was just a minor incident in life. However, you underestimated your importance to these customers. Your handsome appearance, charming smile, and magical massage skills have already made you an indispensable part of their lives. To them, you are not only a professional and reliable masseur, but also a ray of light that brightens their mundane lives.

When they heard the news, many of them simply couldn't accept it. Tea parties and social media were filled with the same outrage—"Who stole Wakaba-chan away?!"

They said they would give anything for you. And yet, you, whom they considered their treasure, were taken away!

Some customers even banded together and launched a "grassroots investigation." They began inquiring about who your wife was, taking everything from your daily habits to your work and life as clues. Some speculated she was a powerful socialite, while others thought she might be a hidden goddess.

[And you were completely unaware of this. After announcing the good news, you and your beloved wife excitedly went to the city hall to register your marriage. You watched her sign her name, your eyes full of tenderness. When she suggested that you take her surname, you were initially surprised, but quickly understood her concerns—she worried that changing her name would hurt the feelings of her daughter from her previous marriage.]

“It’s alright, I can take your surname,” you said with a smile, your tone firm yet warm. “A name won’t change our relationship.”

At that moment, your wife's eyes welled up with tears, and this love seemed more profound than any words.

Unfortunately, just as your wife was about to kiss you for the first time, she had to leave with an apologetic look because of work.

However, the massage studio on the other side was in unprecedented turmoil. Some customers insisted on canceling their appointments, citing "emotional distress," while others took the opportunity to visit frequently, trying to regain their "lost hope" from you.

As time went on, the noise at the massage parlor didn't subside because of your wedding announcement; instead, it intensified. The persistence and dissatisfaction of these customers left you feeling more exhausted and irritable than ever before.

During a routine massage, you sense a hint of uncertainty and resentment in the customer's voice: "Wakaba-chan, what does your wife do? Does she understand your work?"

At that moment, you paused slightly. The customer's probing question felt like a gentle tap, touching a corner of your heart that had never been touched before.

[Your relationship with your wife was different from that of ordinary couples from the very beginning. Your love is Platonic—pure and profound, built on a spiritual connection. From meeting to falling in love, from holding hands to getting married, your intimacy has never transcended the spiritual level.]

In other words, you and your wife have never been intimate.

After marriage, although you wanted to be intimate with your wife, your work as a masseuse, which began when you were eight, had left you with no interest in ordinary women. Furthermore, you and your wife spent little time together, and when she returned home from work, she was too exhausted to engage in anything physically demanding.

Although women in their thirties are like wolves and those in their forties like tigers, a wife who is fully committed to her work might have her intimate moments interrupted by a phone call, even if she occasionally wants to be intimate with you.

You think this is God's malice.

However, having seen so many women, you're not particularly concerned about this kind of thing. It's just that, based on your past experience, you feel it's the best way to improve relationships with women.

After all, you've met thousands of women, and when you play the flute, not one of them has said anything bad about it.

You thought you had mastered the art of connecting with your work and your customers, but the intense attention felt like invisible shackles, slowly encroaching on your life. You began to realize that the massage work that once brought you a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction had now become suffocating.

[Furthermore, your wife is busy with work tonight, leaving you alone in the room.]

You sit by the window, gazing at the sparse stars in the night sky, your mind replaying the events of the past few years. From a novice massage therapist to a skilled master, and then to a group of loyal customers… you thought you would continue in this industry, but now, for the first time, you feel tired, weary, and even want to escape.

You stepped out of the room and saw your daughter. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, and her inexplicable charm stirred a long-forgotten feeling within you.

Unfortunately, your daughter didn't greet you after seeing you; she just nodded and went back to her room with a fake smile.

The click of the door locking was unusually jarring tonight.

The next day, you made a momentous decision—to suspend your massage work and leave this place that once held everything for you.

You issued a statement to all your customers, thanking them for their support over the years, but also announcing that you would be temporarily leaving the massage industry to adjust your mindset and life. This news shocked and even upset many customers, but you felt a great sense of relief.

After learning of your decision, your wife didn't blame or question you; she simply hugged you gently and said, "It's okay. Whatever you choose, I will support you."

Then, just as the atmosphere was getting right, you two were interrupted. Your daughter knocked on the door, and hearing her uncomfortable voice, your wife pushed you away.

Behind the open door was Nagasaki Sase's face, deathly pale, blood streaming down her leg, staining her white nightgown.

[Nagasaki Sase's eyes were filled with unease and fear. The girl didn't know why she was suddenly bleeding. She thought of illness, wondering if she had some incurable disease.]

At this moment, the fake smile that Nagasaki Sosei had always worn vanished, replaced by unease, fear, and crimson blood—you found it beautiful.

[Your wife, being experienced, immediately realized what had happened to Nagasaki Sase and gave you an apologetic look. Since you couldn't have sex again tonight, she took Nagasaki Sase to the bathroom to clean her up, and incidentally taught her about being a woman.]

For a woman, the most important sign of maturity is what's happening to Sase Nagasaki right now, because it means she's ready to become a mother.

[And you, stay behind and start cleaning the living room that Nagasaki Sase has smeared.]

Ah, playing the flute isn't anything special, it's just the literal meaning.

Sigh, this chapter is written very restrainedly; some things shouldn't be described too much.

Chapter 44 is about to be taken away.

[At 23, it was a night that changed the course of your life.]

You received a call from the hospital; a cold, impersonal voice pierced your ears: "Are you a family member of Ms. Nagasaki?"

[You barely had time to react; you just instinctively picked up the phone: "What? She...she's in trouble?!"]

[On the other end of the phone was a notification from hospital staff: "I'm sorry, sir. We did everything we could, but ultimately... we couldn't save her life."]

You couldn't accept this right away, after all, you'd lived with someone for a year. Even with a pet, you develop feelings, let alone a human being.

Suddenly, you hear soft footsteps beside you. You turn around and see Nagasaki Sase standing in the doorway, her eyes filled with confusion and anxiety: "Mom, what happened? Mom, she..."

Your mind went blank for a moment. Unable to meet Nagasaki Sosei's eyes, you lowered your head, your throat dry, unsure how to speak.

[Nagasaki Sase didn't speak. For the first time, a girl touched you. She gripped your hand tightly, her body trembling slightly, and a fear she'd never felt before gradually surfaced in her eyes—what happened to Mom?!]

The intermittent sounds coming from the other end of the phone made Nagasaki Sase suddenly break free from your hand like a madwoman, run out of the room, and rush towards the door: "I want to find my mother!"

Before you could stop her, the girl's voice echoed through the air as the door opened: "Where is Mommy? I want to see Mommy!"

You tried to stop her, but Nagasaki Sase was no longer listening to you, only struggling uncontrollably, tears streaming from her eyes. You had no choice but to rush her to the hospital.

[On the way, Nagasaki Sase continued to cry. The girl, who usually kept her heart closed and wore a smile, had now completely shattered her facade.]

When you arrive at the hospital, police and medical staff are busy handling the scene. Everything seems cold and unfamiliar. You drag your heavy steps towards the operating room; the ward is empty, filled only with a deathly silence.

Your gaze lingered for a moment on the cold operating table, where, lying quietly, lay your wife, Nagasaki Sase's mother.

Her face was pale, her eyes tightly closed, lifeless. The figure of Ms. Nagasaki was no longer the warm one you saw, but merely a cold, untouchable presence.

Nagasaki Sase's body seemed to have lost all strength; she slumped to the ground, tears silently streaming down her face. Her sobs were low and helpless: "Mommy... what happened to Mommy? Why... why did you leave me?"

Nagasaki Sase's shoulders heaved violently, tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking her clothes. The girl who had always tried so hard to hide her true feelings, who always wore a smile in front of others, who never worried her mother—now, her facade was completely shattered, revealing her most vulnerable and authentic self.

You've never seen her like this before. If it weren't for today's unexpected event, you might never have seen Nagasaki Sase appear so fragile in your life.

The atmosphere in the hospital corridor was heavy and suffocating. You reached out and gently grasped Nagasaki Sase's cold wrist, trying to offer her some comfort. Her fingers stiffened slightly, and at the sudden touch, Nagasaki Sase tried to pull her hand away.

But at this moment, your strength was so great that no ordinary girl could break free. Furthermore, even if she didn't want to admit she didn't like you, you were the only person Nagasaki Sose could rely on right now. Then, sinking into pain and sorrow, Nagasaki Sose slowly gripped your hand back, her eyes filled with painful tears.

You pulled her tightly into your arms, stroking her hair, trying to give her some warmth and strength.

A month later, the hit-and-run driver who caused your wife's death was finally caught.

[The police have informed you that the perpetrator is a woman named xxxx, who was once a competitor of your wife's at work. This woman and your wife had a considerable relationship, and she was also a regular customer.]

[Do you remember the organization formed by your female clients after you stopped working as a massage therapist?]

She was one of them.

[Because of jealousy of your wife's achievements and resentment at what was taken from you, she harbored intense animosity towards your wife. Ultimately, one day, driven by an uncontrollable jealousy, she chose to resolve the issue through violence.]

One day, on her way home from work, your wife was attacked by a man driving recklessly, ramming her into the other woman. Driven by jealousy, your wife was murdered.

[And after the accident, they fled without hesitation, thinking that this would erase everything.]

[You recall that after your wife passed away, this woman (xxxx) came to visit you and your wife's daughter.]