mygo, Villain Simulator

—The bare arm of a sleeping boy.

—Abandoned stray cat.

They burrow into the skin, like cold iron burning the nerves.

It travels between cells, deciphers and merges, taking over parts of the host's nervous system, consciousness, and memory.

It's less about parasitism and more about reconstruction.

This represents you as an individual, one of many, who has found the "entry point."

At night, the city lights in the sky resemble blood-stained stars.

You slowly land on the balcony of a house, your body transforming into a mass of silvery-white, amorphous biomass, wriggling close to the glass cracks, silently observing the "target" inside the room.

She is fast asleep.

Her short hair, disheveled and plastered to the pillow, resembled freshly trimmed animal fur. Her slender body was curled up in the blankets, like a small animal abandoned by reality.

What catches your eye most are those heterochromatic eyes—though closed, you can already "read" that one is a gray-blue like a glass bead, while the other is as deep as dusk.

You don't understand what "beauty" is.

But some unspoken instinct tells you: she is different.

So you took action.

A silvery-white liquid slid in through the window crack, crawled along the floor, and quietly approached her bare left hand, which was exposed outside the blanket.

[Initiate Intrusion]

[The needle-thin tentacles pierce the skin, penetrate the stratum corneum, and reach the blood vessels.]

You can feel her warm blood—flowing softly and slowly.

You extended your nerves, penetrated her tissues, and inch by inch "took over" her left hand.

Muscles, nerves, and bones.

You can perfectly replicate, control, and mimic every movement of this arm—just as always.

But just as you're about to extend upwards, into the upper arm and the central nervous system...

"Beep—!"

A sudden, unknown electric current surges through your core.

It belongs neither to humans nor to machines.

You suddenly stopped.

A kind of compulsive rejection surged from her central nervous system, like an iron lock suddenly tightening, pinning you to her wrists.

Intrusion restrictions have been imposed.

[Current Permissions: Left-hand control permissions 100%]

Central nervous system access: 0%

You can neither move forward nor backward.

You are trapped in her left hand—like a confined consciousness.

You try to separate them, only to find that your own tissue has become firmly fused with her cells.

This is not a one-way intrusion.

Her body is observing you from the opposite perspective.

The girl frowned slightly, as if sensing something unsettling from her dream.

But she did not wake up.

You lay silently in the depths of her palm, experiencing for the first time an emotion you had never been taught before—confusion.

You want to know who she is.

Why can't you devour her?

This simulation requires Rakuna's Q-pet (actually a parasitic beast).

The kind of storyline involving the painting must be quite classic.

Chapter 182 Her Guitar Partner

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the loosely drawn curtains, falling on Yoro Nai's face.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, her heterochromatic blue and gold pupils gleaming with an incongruous soft light.

"..."

She turned her head, her gaze falling on her left hand. The girl with heterochromia noticed something amiss with her left hand, thanks to her ability to see through strange things.

Under Yao Lena's gaze, the hand was visibly wriggling slightly, its fingertips curling and twisting, resembling a creature that did not belong to a human.

"Ok?"

The girl with heterochromia blinked, as if to confirm that it wasn't a dream. Then, she raised her left hand, as if looking at a cat sleeping on the back of her hand.

"……what do you?"

The visitor from outer space sensed her gaze—there was no panic, no screaming, no instinctive rejection.

The girl was simply curious, like seeing a raccoon lying on its back by the roadside. In fact, her left hand could feel her steady heartbeat and normal breathing rhythm.

The extraterrestrial visitor attempted to control the movement of its left hand, as if it were some kind of instinctive defense.

--Snapped!

Without hesitation, Yoro patted the back of her left hand with her right hand.

"Don't move around, it will itch."

The visitor from outer space paused for a moment... Was it reprimanding me?

The girl with heterochromia sat up and looked down at Ichinose Wakaba's parasitic hand, as if examining a new toy that had suddenly grown out of her.

"Are you the kind of person who can talk?" she asked.

It hesitated for a second, then created a slender "eyestalk" that protruded from the back of her hand, trying to observe her reaction.

Yoro tilted her head.

"cute."

"..."

The extraterrestrial visitor remained silent for a moment; there was no such preset response in the database.

According to the standard simulation trajectory, this reaction should be [panic], [rejection], [self-harm], and [reporting to medical facilities].

The girl in front of him on the left was tying a bow on its "eye stalk" with a hair tie.

"To Lenai."

“You are… um…” She tilted her head and thought for a moment, “Leo is fine.”

Visitor from Extraterrestrial World:...

[Log: The parasitic object is named "Leo". Emotional state: Neutral/Friendly.]

The girl with heterochromia stood up, put on a shirt, and lazily walked towards the living room. Her steps were light and airy, as if she had never received any training in human social behavior.

Leo began to notice something unusual:

She didn't look at her phone, nor did she even unlock it.

—She ate cold rice balls for breakfast and showed no reaction to the taste.

She simply nodded to the delivery man outside the window without saying a word.

Like a wild girl raised in the wild.

Leo was inside her body, like an observer.

Yoro Nai is indifferent to the world, only showing emotional fluctuations towards a very few things.

Leo noticed that while tidying the room, she carefully wiped an old guitar that was placed in the corner.

At that moment, Yoru's heart skipped a beat.

And when he opened the refrigerator and found the last cup of matcha pudding, he showed a "satisfied smile" that human language cannot accurately describe.

You feel a sense of dissonance: you had always thought of "humans" as complex and alien beings, but she seemed like some kind of more primal kind.

You lie nestled in the muscles of her left hand, lost in thought.

She's not afraid of you.

She accepts you.

She might even...forget that you are an "outsider."

Perhaps—this host is more dangerous than you imagine.

Sunlight slanted down onto Yao Lenai's knuckles as she sat on the floor, holding the worn-out electric guitar in her arms.

The power cord wasn't plugged in; the girl simply plucked the strings quietly, the notes clean and clear, each pause like the rhythm of her breathing.

Yoro Nai wasn't practicing, nor was she preparing for a performance.

She just wanted to play.

The girl loved the guitar so much that she felt restless if she didn't touch it every day. Just as some people get headaches if they don't drink coffee in the morning, she needed the vibrations of the strings to bring her body back to normal.

For Yao Lena, music wasn't a hobby, but a way of life. She wasn't good at talking to people or expressing emotions, but in music, the girl could find rhythm, logic, order, and comfort. It was like the only familiar echo in a strange world.

But today is different.

Since waking up, Yoru Nai has felt a lack of coordination in her left hand.

It wasn't out of control, nor was it sluggish; rather, an extra layer of "consciousness" had emerged, as if something was gently intervening in her performance, yet not fully grasping the rhythm. It was like a stranger sitting in a corner of her body, holding her hand, mimicking her every move.

The girl with heterochromia stopped what she was doing and looked down at her left hand.

That part that didn't belong to her at all was now quietly waiting for the next instruction.

Le Nai tilted her head, her pupils varying in shade, one blue and one brown, showing neither fear nor rejection.

"you are weird."

She said it in a voice so low it was almost inaudible.

Then, the girl didn't chase the presence away. She simply set up the violin again and slowly raised her left hand—the place called Leo.

"……Come."

This is an invitation, and also a test.

She plucked a string, prompting Leo to try pressing the chord position.

F chord

You need to know that this level of difficulty is not beginner-friendly, and that this is where problems are most likely to be exposed.

Leo's tentacles controlled the finger joints as they fell, somewhat stiffly, but the movement was completed.

She paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, and began to move her right hand.

From that moment on, the two began to play together.

Yao Lenai didn't say anything more, but started trying to coordinate with Leo, switching her fingering from basic to fast slides, and strumming with variations in volume and intensity.

The girl didn't seem to be playing the piano; it was more like she was talking to her left hand, in the way she was best at.

Leo noticed that the girl with heterochromia had a very stable rhythm, precise finger movements, and her right hand's plucking of the strings was almost mechanically neat.

It was as if the girl's playing wasn't out of passion, but out of habit, like a wild animal learning how to survive. But it could also tell that Kaname genuinely enjoyed it.

She doesn't play for anyone, nor does she practice for performance. She simply loves it, as naturally as breathing.

Leo tried to match her movements, once, twice... and finally, at some point, her movements aligned with her rhythm.

In just a few seconds of unspoken understanding, Yoro Nai gave a rare soft "hmm".

“Great~”

A smile appeared on Kaoru's face, just like the joy of receiving matcha pudding.