mygo, Villain Simulator

She seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps responding to a dream hidden in the mist.

Ichinose Wakaba was sitting on the other side of the pool, not far away. Hearing the blue-haired young lady's soft murmur, he, who had been looking down at the water, suddenly looked up for some reason.

The girl's profile was so soft it was almost fragile, her damp temples clung to the edge of her neck, and her snow-white shoulders were faintly visible, bathed in pale golden light. Unlike the red-haired girl's liveliness, she was now as quiet as a painting, a painting one would not dare to disturb.

For the first time, Ichinose Wakaba felt—

This young lady seems so close to him, yet so far away that she's untouchable.

Especially seeing Toyokawa Shoko's face, which wasn't completely relaxed, made Ichinose Wakaba want to reach out and touch it, to hug her in her arms, and to tell her—I'm here, it's okay.

However, just as Ichinose Wakaba forgot to hide her hand and was about to touch the blue-haired young lady's face, the bathroom door behind the two of them was opened.

A girl with light green hair appeared there.

Chapter 180 Don't come any closer!!!

Just as Ichinose Wakaba's hand was about to cross that psychological boundary and land on Toyokawa Shoko's cheek, the bathroom door clicked open from the outside.

Amidst the swirling mist, a pale green figure quietly emerged.

Ruoye Mu stood there, completely naked, like a water spirit who knew nothing of shyness.

Excessive steam clung to the doll-like girl's slender arms and shoulders, her damp hair clinging to her neck and sliding slowly down her collarbone. The steam blurred her features, and her skin glowed softly in the warm light, as if tinged with the colors of the sunset.

She stepped lightly into the bathroom, water droplets falling from Ruoye Mu's hair onto the tiles with a crisp sound. Seemingly out of place in the tranquil space, yet undeniably drawing everyone's attention.

Toyokawa Shoko turned her face almost reflexively. Ichinose Wakaba was struck dumb, jolted, and abruptly withdrew her outstretched hand, causing a ripple on the water's surface.

She turned and swam to a corner of the bath, hiding in the darkest, steamiest spot. She crouched there, head down, avoiding eye contact, like a child caught doing something wrong by their parents.

And who is the culprit behind all of this?

Ruoye Mu seemed completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the room, and walked straight to the center of the steaming bath.

Toyokawa Shoko watched the red-haired girl's departing figure, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

She wasn't completely unaware of what had just happened. The raised hand, the hesitant yet gentle gaze—instinctively, Toyokawa Shoko wanted to move closer to Ichinose Wakaba.

[Are you going to pinch my cheek again... just like before?]

The blue-haired young lady didn't think much of it, assuming it was just as she had imagined. But in reality, it was simply that her body craved Ichinose Wakaba's touch.

Following the ripples in the water, Toyokawa Shoko turned her head slightly and looked at Ruoye Mutsu, who had just entered through the door.

"Mu?"

"Xiangzi, Erii, together."

Her voice was as soft as a breeze drifting through the mist. Ruoye Mu's steps were slow and gentle, as if she were afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the bath. But what she was thinking at that moment, only she knew.

One step, two steps, Ruoye Mu slowly stepped into the bath.

Ripples spread across the water as the girl moved, the warm liquid enveloping her body. The girl with light green hair slumped slightly and sat down not far from Toyokawa Shoko, gently supporting herself on the edge of the pool with her hands and exhaling.

"Hmm...comfortable."

Her voice carried a sense of relaxed satisfaction, while Ruoye Mutsu's gaze quietly swept over Xiangzi, then over Ichinose Wakaba, who was still pretending to be dead in the corner in the distance, as if confirming something, but she said nothing.

She simply closed her eyes gently, leaned against the edge, and let the steam engulf her in the soft and quiet space.

Shoko Toyokawa didn't suspect anything about the sudden appearance of her childhood friend. Besides, she'd spent the whole day shopping, and the comfortable water temperature soothed her tired body.

Before long, the blue-haired young lady became drowsy.

In the steamy bath, Ruoye Mu leaned back comfortably for a while, as if finally relaxing her nerves that had been tense all day. But not long after, her moist eyes quietly opened, and she secretly glanced at the motionless figure in the corner.

Ichinose Wakaba still had her back to everyone, her head bowed low, as if trying to blend into the steam and pretend she didn't exist.

[Damn it! This was definitely intentional!]

The previous two-choice option seemed like a choice between two options, but in reality there was only one choice—whether you go to the bathroom with me, or with Xiangzi and me.

Ichinose Wakaba thought that Zhang Wuji's mother was right when she said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie!

Ripples spread across the water's surface, a sign of the girl's movement.

Upon seeing Toyokawa Shoko begin to doze off, Ruoye Mutsu continued swimming toward him without hesitation. The water rippled gently with her movements, and even the mist in the bath seemed to be parted a little.

With each step, the distance drew closer and closer, and the magical mist that served as a cover became useless. Ichinose Wakaba could even see the water droplets clinging to Ruoba Mutsumi's eyelashes!

【simulation!!!】

[Playable characters: Shoko Toyokawa, Mutsumi Ruoba, Rakuna Kaname.]

Ignoring why Rakuna was nearby, Ichinose Wakaba chose her as the subject of this simulation without hesitation.

As for why he didn't choose Mutsumi Ruoye or Shoko Toyokawa?

Huh? Did you choose Mokuro Kazuha because you think you're not dying fast enough already? And instead of Toyokawa Shoko? With Mokuro Kazuha's example as a warning, how could Ichinose Wakaba dare to choose her?

Unless simulating Rakuna fails to obtain the desired entry that can resolve the current predicament, Ichinose Wakaba might attempt to simulate Toyokawa Shoko.

What if Shoko Toyokawa doesn't get the desired entry after the simulation ends?

We have no choice but to go, Ruoye Mu!

What if even Ruoye Mu's simulation ends without getting the desired entry?

Let the world just end!

[Whether to select a simulation object: Yes, Lena.]

【Yes! 】

Time stopped the moment Ruoye Mutsumi's hand struck Ichinose Wakaba.

The dim space seemed to be swallowed by the heavy night, boundless and silent. Only on the ground, cracks like frozen shadows spread silently.

Suddenly, a burst of fire erupted in the silence, like a lingering echo of a soul bursting forth from the depths of the earth, illuminating a small patch of shattered reality. The firelight twisted and flickered, reflecting off the mottled walls and the spiderweb-like wires entwined high above.

In that very instant—

"Click."

It sounded as if a mechanism was being activated.

The next second, the firelight illuminated something that was approaching.

Her short, snow-white hair, as if bathed in moonlight, fell softly against her cheeks; her slender body emerged step by step from the shadows behind the firelight. Those were not human steps—too light, too still, as if each step wouldn't cause a tremor in the air.

She moved like a cat.

The heterochromatic pupils had no reflection, like glass beads embedded in an empty shell, cold and hollow, yet something called "consciousness" was vaguely stirring deep within.

The firelight illuminated her pale face, outlining her overly delicate features—

The "person" is more like a doll that has been given a physical form.

She wore a uniform with rag doll stitching, and her steps were so light they seemed to float. She suddenly raised her head and met the gaze cast by the firelight.

The next moment, the flames exploded with a "crack," scattering into scorching stardust, and her figure vanished into the smoke like a shattered phantom, leaving only a strange lingering warmth.

Chapter 181 Become a Part of Me

[Simulation Level Selection: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced.]

【primary!】

This simulation is at the beginner level. You can choose 3 terms from the following list as your simulation terms.

[Alien Being (Gold): As a guest from beyond space, you have arrived with a great mission. By cooperating with humanity, you will gain immense power and more easily complete your tasks.]

[Painting (Red): Your paintbrush is the bridge connecting you to the world; the world comes alive and becomes real under your brush.]

[Theft (Red): Kazuma Sato, did you know? You can steal an item from your target, and stealing their heart isn't out of the question either~]

[Eat to Grow (White): You are what you eat; the more you eat, the more you get.]

[Communicate with All Things (Purple): You can communicate with mammals; the higher the intelligence of the animal, the easier the communication.]

After taking a look, Ichinose Wakaba was disappointed, as there was no entry he had hoped for that could solve the current situation.

No, there is one possible solution to the current situation—aliens or something? It seems like we could make use of them.

The plan was to get the alien entry, return to reality, knock out Ruoye Mutsu, and then confess to Toyokawa Shoko. Ichinose Wakaba first chose the alien creature (gold).

For the second entry, abandoning the concepts of devouring growth and communicating with all things, Ichinose Wakaba chose two red entries.

Instead of using the useless white entries and the excuse that aliens might understand animal language, Ichinose Wakaba chose these three entries.

[Do you want to choose: Invasive Creature (Gold), Painting (Red), Theft (Red)?]

【Yes. 】

[You were born at age 0.]

You have no eyes, no ears, you cannot see light or hear sound, but your consciousness has already been imprinted.

[Engraved within the body, an innate instinct whispers in the consciousness: Go to Earth.]

It is a blue planet, unaware that you have been watching it for a long time. You will descend in the name of a "mission," and permeate it as a manifestation of "existence."

[Mission Objective: Assist Earth in cleansing itself of the "filth" it has accumulated.]

It attempted to purify itself, but failed.

It once pleaded for salvation, but remained silent.

Now, it allows "you" to be used as a means of liquidation.

You will pay the price of devouring, and you will be permitted to eliminate.

You possess instincts, choices, and compensatory desires.

You look down at yourself—not a physical body, not a being of flesh and blood, but an existence shaped by some indescribable will.

You are still too young, your form is still indistinct. But you know that everything will eventually be accomplished "on Earth."

[And beside you, those beings born at the same time as you slowly open their eyes.]

They remained silent, yet nestled together, like daughter bodies awaiting the arrival of their mothership in the cold night.

[Waiting for that opportunity to "depart for Earth."]

[Departure instructions confirmed]

In the silent abyss of the universe, a "seed" sealed in long slumber has been awakened.

They have no names, no language.

They do not belong to any galaxy, nor are they bound by any physical rules.

They only follow the "mission" from the original creator: to go to Earth and purify its filth.

Its form is undetermined, and its structure is variable.

They were created to "adapt" and "devour".

Hundreds of “individuals” were packed into transparent, small landing bags, like fetuses floating in amniotic fluid.

In the vacuum of interstellar space, tiny "bio-pods" ignite like comets, streaking through the void as they hurtle toward Earth.

There was no navigation, no communication.

Because they "know" where to go.

Because the Earth is calling them.

……

--atmosphere.

Flames burned on the surface of their shells, as if scorching their skin, but they felt no pain and had no need to escape.

That was a baptism before birth, a ritual before invasion.

There is more than one landing point.

In the corners of the city, deep in the mountains, at the bottom of the sea, in the garbage dump of a hospital...

They emerge from their shells in a way that is barely perceptible to the naked eye, like silvery-white liquid or living, neurotic threads.

It quickly searches for a "host".

—The sound of a baby crying.

—The gasps of an elderly person living alone.