mygo, Villain Simulator

First, there were the books in the girl's room, then there was her phone.

Thanks to Renai's inability to use a mobile phone, the other person's phone has become your personal property.

You are immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

In this ocean of knowledge, you've come to understand what the definition of a "bad person" means in human society.

However, this doesn't match the "bad guy" that Yoro Nai mentioned.

So, you asked the other party for help.

[Should we enable the real-world mode in the game?]

【Yes】

"Leo" does not belong to any living organism on Earth. It lacks the characteristics common to life on Earth—it has no limbs, nor eyes, mouth, nose, or ears.

Although it mimics the shape of a mouth and eyes, it is merely a product of learning, designed to make communication "look" legitimate.

These senses are not necessary for it.

Leo can perceive his surroundings without using his five senses—the surrounding scenes seem to be directly transmitted into his mind, allowing him to understand what a "tree" is, what a "cloud" is, and even what a "person" is.

But precisely because of this, Leo doesn't have a real "feeling" of this world.

The world is merely a projection of reality transformed by its tentacles.

The paintbrush moves across the paper, light yet powerful, like the wind brushing across the water, silent yet creating ripples.

The lines intertwine and overlap, gradually forming an outline.

It started with her eyes—those heterochromatic pupils, one as fiery as molten gold, the other as cold as a clear starry sea. Then came her lips, her facial contours, her shoulders and neck… every stroke seemed to carry an “understanding,” a restoration of her very existence.

"Is this how Leo sees me?"

Like a newborn baby, Ryuna was made to sit up from her semi-reclining position. Seemingly unaware of the meaning of shame, the naked girl quietly walked towards the arm that stretched out casually like rubber.

Leo extended two fingers, grasped the paintbrush, and meticulously depicted the girl with heterochromatic eyes on the paper, stroke by stroke.

"like."

You had to say it softly, using only one word.

But it doesn't just refer to the painting, nor just the fingers that hold the brush and draw.

She liked the feeling of being watched—even though the being called "Leo" didn't actually have "eyes".

I like to be understood, not rushed, and not forced.

Leo stopped writing.

It couldn't understand the emotional fluctuations associated with the word "like," but it noticed changes in Yoro's heart rate, her faster breathing, and her unguarded demeanor when she approached it.

It didn't understand what that meant, but it knew—this girl wasn't afraid of herself.

This is extremely rare during the period when it was learning about "humans".

Then, Leo extended his tentacles and gently—as light as a feather—brushed her shoulder. Lena didn't flinch; instead, she nestled closer.

"like."

She murmured again.

Yao Lena's voice seemed to be responding, or defining some kind of new connection.

A form of communication without language, a relationship that does not require each other to be "human" or "biological".

"Lenai, does this mean you like someone?"

Leo does not possess the various organs that humans describe, so he cannot understand many things that humans describe.

Just like now.

While learning about human society, Leo watched a movie called "Titanic".

Leo: Question: What is a human being?

In the mygo chat group, an alien visitor posing as Yoro Nai raised this question.

The only answer I got from talking to the girl with heterochromia was a matcha parfait.

So, Leo turned to these people he knew for help.

Then, someone provided the answer.

Ano: What is a human being? That's a complicated question.

Soyo: What's wrong with Rakuna-chan? Why are you suddenly asking this question?

Lixi: Is this the time to talk about this? We're about to go live!

Lamp: Humans

Yoro: So, what is a human being?

Soyo: Hmm~ It's complicated for humans to say.

Ano: Hey, how about this one? Renai-chan, this one.

In the mygo chat group, Chihaya Aine sent over a post titled "Humans? Humans as Seen Through Movies".

So, Leo started watching a movie.

Upon seeing the movie titled "Titanic," the alien felt an urge—"Can I draw you?"

Faced with this request, Lena agreed.

Then, the girl with heterochromia, who knew nothing of shame, stood naked in front of Leo.

Stroke by stroke, with the help of painting entries, Leo painted the girl who belonged to him on the canvas.

The paper was ordinary paper, and the paintbrush was a temporary imitation, but the painting seemed to belong to a different world.

It is neither a realistic representation nor an abstract escape.

The lines are delicate, but there is no deliberate pursuit of accurate proportions and perspective.

The outlines are soft and dreamlike, like silhouettes gradually emerging from memory. The treatment of light and shadow carries a certain hazy poetry—not the traditional contrast of light and dark, but a kind of "perceived light and dark," as if the painter is not "seeing," but "sensing."

The heterochromatic eyes are slightly misaligned in the painting.

One gazes ahead, while the other seems to be immersed in some invisible world.

—It wasn't a technical error, but rather a lack of insight into the "internal and external contrast" of Yao Le Nai.

Her lips didn't smile, but they carried a certain unspoken emotion, like a silent beauty that remained unspoken.

This is not a "beautiful" painting, but a "sincere" one.

Each stroke doesn't seem to be created for "beauty," but rather an echo and reconstruction of Yoru Nai's existence. It doesn't faithfully adhere to surface form, but captures a certain indescribable "spirit" within her.

The painting has no background, no light source, and no physical shadows, yet it evokes the feeling that the girl "emerges" from the paper. It's a compositional awareness that transcends two-dimensional space.

It's as if the boundary between dreams and reality has been quietly erased.

From an artistic point of view, this painting cannot be categorized.

It does not belong to the academic school, impressionism, expressionism, or any known style. It is the first "portrait" of some heterogeneous life, and also the first attempt by something incapable of emotion to convey "understanding".

"The first time" is precisely what makes it so touching.

Therefore, Yoroi really likes it.

Chapter 185 I Want to Draw More

You successfully drew Yoro Nai.

The girl with heterochromia really likes this painting, which represents her as you see her.

[And when it comes to expressing affection, Rakuna's way of showing it is very simple: she affectionately rubs her face against you.]

Her bare shoulders pressed against your tentacles, their warmth carrying a subtle tremor.

At this moment, a feeling of unease also arose within you.

This feeling has no name; it doesn't belong to any vocabulary you've learned.

It doesn't offer the satisfaction of "completing a task," nor the fulfillment of "acquiring knowledge."

It simply appeared quietly when Renai was about to approach you, when she whispered "I like you."

Like a faint electric current emanating from a young girl's body, it flowed along the tentacles into your central core.

That wasn't pain, nor was it pleasure.

But you start to want to know—what exactly does her "liking" mean?

[The tentacles you conjured explored, from the inside out, within the being called Kaname.]

[After you learned about human nature, you understood what the girl's unusual state was, but was it love?]

You begin recording changes in the temperature of her cheeks, her breathing rate, and the fine electrical charges on her skin.

However, none of this data can explain that subtle, unstable fluctuation within your body.

You know, an "infection" is happening in some sense.

[Do you want to figure out exactly what this infection is?]

[How was this infection identified?]

You have contacted a member of mygo via mobile phone.

Yoro: Ano, do you want to come to my house to play?

Ano: Huh? Is Xiaole Nai inviting me?

Yao Lenai: Hmm.

Ano: Okay~ When? Did you notify the others?

Yao Lenai: At 4 PM, only ano was invited.

Ano: Huh? You only invited me?

Yao Lenai: Hmm.

Ano: Okay, I'll go on time.

[Enable augmented reality mode?]

【Yes. 】

As soon as the door opened, the pink ends of her hair swayed lightly into the room.

"Excuse me—Little Lenai, I'm here!"

Rakuna didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, then turned and led Chihaya Aine into the room. The room was so clean it was almost cold; apart from a low table covered with a plain tablecloth, the most eye-catching thing was the painting on the shelf against the wall.

"Ugh?"

Chihaya Aine was just about to change her shoes when she caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye and stopped.

She turned her head and looked at the painting.

"This...this is..."

The pink-haired girl approached step by step, her pupils, which always sparkled with lively light, slowly widened. The girl in the picture had heterochromia, just like in reality, her skin was so white it was almost translucent, and her expression was gentle and serene, like a dream sinking to the bottom of the water.

Chihaya Aine's face flushed red instantly.

"Isn't that you?! Little Renai... how... how could you be drawn like this?!"

She turned to look at Yao Lenai sitting on the carpet, her expression complicated, as if she was about to pounce on her and pinch her cheeks at any moment.

Le Nai tilted her head, parted her lips slightly, and said only two words: "I like it."

"...You...you shouldn't say you like me with that kind of expression!"

Chihaya Aine quickly turned her head away, her cheeks burning red as if she were on fire. She raised her hand to cover her face, but couldn't help but steal glances at the painting.

The shame of being "stared at" is mixed with a longing for beauty.

"But this painting is really amazing... Did Xiao Lena paint it? Or is it your friend's?"

"No."

"That is……?"