Type-Moon, the Ultimate Villain Simulator

Great, this is very American.

There are many unique species of organisms in America.

Among the animals are Galapagos tortoises, alpacas, and Capybara.

Among the plants there were sunflowers, peanuts, pumpkins, beans, cucumbers, tomatoes, Khroshchev's corn.

In general, there are many species in America that are unique to the Old World.

Susa also had some guesses about himself.

But who would have thought that he was a potato!

No wonder that for so long, Susa had not felt the urge to reproduce as a plant, nor the idea of ​​blooming.

Firstly, it is because they are not mature yet, and secondly, as potatoes, under natural selection, they do not necessarily need to bloom to reproduce.

The raised underground stem is also called the tuber.

Its above-ground stems are scattered, just like a large dandelion, because that's how it looks.

For a moment, Sousa lost the desire to continue the simulation.

Potatoes, potatoes...

How can a potato become a villain! ! ! ! ! !

Asshole.

Damn all the gods of America!

Susa was outraged.

[You recognize your correct species and the role card is generated. ]

【Potato: Sousa】

【gender:-】

【Height: 5312m/342km】

【weight:--】

[Attribute: Potato (?)]

[Hidden attribute: Heaven]

[Strength: EX (With its huge weight, it can suppress countless heroes)]

[Durability: EX]

[Agility: E-]

[Magic: EX]

【Lucky: E-】

【Noble Phantasm: —】

[Features: Servant of Heaven and Earth (Nanhua, Zhuang), Super Giant, Fairy, King (Potato)]

[Possessing skills——]

[Energy storage: Your power is dispersed and stored in your fruit (tuber), and can be taken out and used at any time when necessary. In battle, it can be used as a bomb. ]

[Super Giant EX: Your size is daunting to all heroes. Your strength and durability exceed the upper limit of a normal physique and exist beyond the standard. ]

[Potato King E-: You are the only potato in this world, so you are the king of all potatoes, and you have the temperament of a king. ]

[Infinite Regeneration/Proliferation: When you are injured or on the verge of death, as long as there is a trace of energy, even if you are left with a little powder, you have a chance to make a comeback. When you are not injured, infinite regeneration will provide you with the energy you need and transform your body, allowing you to go further in the test of "evolution". ]

Seems good?

Sousa looked at the properties on the panel.

Because of his physique and energy reserves, he was actually in pretty good shape.

At least the strength is there.

But the problem is also obvious. No matter how you think about it, potatoes and villains generally don't have much to do with each other.

It can't be that fast food restaurants like Maimon fry too many potatoes, and now the Potato God is coming to settle accounts with the sins of humanity?

Potatoes are sacred, fried potatoes are inviolable, and woe betide all those who squeeze tomatoes on potatoes.

Sounds unlikely.

But let it be…

For this simulation, long-term sleep has made Sousa accustomed to lying flat.

No, this should be the character of the potato itself.

I don’t know what kind of people and organizations can be called the protagonists in a loss belt where all the gods and immortals have disappeared and no one knows how many fantasy species exist.

Thus making himself the opposite villain.

Such an opportunity is probably hard to find in this world.

But who made me be called a fellow Taoist in the end?

Since he is a fellow Taoist, he must be an immortal.

As for the immortals... just let everything go with the flow.

……

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……

In a county town a hundred kilometers away at the foot of Mount Nanhua.

A young child was in a pharmacy, pounding medicine like a jade rabbit.

In this day and age, this behavior cannot be called child labor.

The exemption of children from work is a very recent phenomenon, both in ancient and modern times, in China and abroad.

Children are often treated as adults who have not yet fully matured. Therefore, in many paintings and sculptures, the body proportions of children are never drawn according to children, but rather as miniature dwarfs in the model of adults.

Therefore, no one, whether adults or children, felt there was anything wrong with letting the child work.

The clothes the child is wearing now look tattered and old, and seem to have been worn by adults in the family.

But despite this, the child's family is not poor.

On the contrary, it can be called a wealthy family.

It can be seen from the skillful movements of pounding the medicine that this child has been familiar with this kind of thing since childhood.

In general, drug stores and doctor's families would not just hire two children or assistants to work there.

After all, there is always a risk of stealing someone's skills.

This kind of work is usually done by the women and children in the family.

As for ordinary people, doctors and drugstore owners have always come from wealthy families.

"Jiao'er!"

The child was still pounding the medicine carefully.

Suddenly a voice came from outside the house.

The child got up and looked.

An old man came running over and said, "Your mother is having a difficult birth and the midwife can't help her. Your grandfather asked you to go home quickly and stop making medicine."

"How did you leave a child in the store? Come on, I'll help you watch the child."

The child quickly stood up and thanked him.

Because they were a wealthy family, just like the middle-class students in later generations, they inevitably had to learn Chinese characters and some etiquette of the literati.

The child seemed like a little adult and thanked the old man.

Just rushed out the door.

My mother is about to have a difficult delivery.

If the birth is difficult... there is nothing that can be done to save the situation.

No matter what era it is, childbirth is always accompanied by life-threatening risks.

Especially now.

No matter how good a midwife's skills are, even if she is from the palace, she is prone to making mistakes.

Jiao is familiar with the way home.

But the young heart couldn't help but tremble.

If mother died, that means... I would never see her again.

The scenes of the end of the dynasty have already swept over.

A short period of famine a few years ago caused Jiao to witness many separations of life and death.

My mother will become the same as the corpse on the roadside in the future.

The husband called his wife, but she didn't respond.

The son called his mother, but his mother said nothing.

We will never meet again.

There is no time for embracing.

Biting her lip.

Even the horns cannot think about so many things.

I just knew it was dangerous and that I might never see my mother again.

Hurried back home.

The pharmacy is not too far away.

There was already a crowd of people outside the house.

My uncle and my mother’s family.

Uncles and aunts at home.

There are also neighbors with whom I have a good relationship.

"Horn, Horn is back!"

"Make way for the horn, let the horn in!"

"This child...sigh."

"What can be done about this?"

"This woman has reached the gates of hell, and there is always a chance that she will go to hell. If someone seeks out the disciples of Rumao Tianzun at this time, there may still be hope for her to be saved."

"Who says it's not? But it has to be clear. Otherwise, my niece can do it. The disciples of the immortal Youyou are very wise. Maybe they can find a way. But who can invite them?"

"The Zhang family looks wealthy, but they are just like us now."

People were talking about it. No matter how good or bad the relationship was, or whether they were worried or not, it was always inevitable that some people would feel grief over the loss of one person.

Women worry about whether similar things will happen in their own families. Women worry about their own fates, and men worry about whether they will lose a labor force or a beloved wife.

Even the most wealthy doctor Zhang's family has this kind of thing, let alone others...

Although people's hearts are different.

But it also made way for the corner.

Jiao listened to the discussion.

I don’t know how much to write down.