It seems that the villain is targeting me.

[Simulation 2: The engagement remains as is. After the marriage, he is rejected by the Son of Fortune and treated coldly. After a palace coup, he is imprisoned and lives alone in a tower in the south of the city... Forty years into the Imperial calendar, his father dies of illness. He is refused permission to leave and falls from the tower.]

[Simulation Three…]

The system performed the simulation again and again, experiencing the silent withering of the Highgarden Rose again and again.

But no matter how you adjust the parameters, you can only get similar results.

The cold and straightforward science of probability tells the system the final conclusion: this character is destined to have a tragic ending and become a stepping stone for the advancement of the plot.

There is no need to deduce further.

The system stopped the program.

The system's responsibility is to assist Xiao Niao in completing the repair

The mission is to prevent large-scale population extinction in the world, and it does not want to spend too much computing power on a single person.

The only thing it needs to protect is actually the host - the safety of the bird is the first priority. Even if a few unimportant supporting characters are sacrificed for this, it doesn't matter to the system.

The system has done many things that violate regulations in order to protect its host.

Whether it's overdrawing energy to exchange nutrient solution for newly born birds, or privately connecting to the wide-area band to obtain various technical information that does not belong to this era - these are all outright violations.

Especially the latter, the main control is extremely strict in reviewing those technologies that can change the course of history, so the system has not been able to get a complete gunpowder formula for Xiaoniao so far, and can only let her rely on recalling high school classes to make it up by herself.

It has done so many illegal things that after leaving this world, it will probably not be able to escape the punishment from the main world.

The system initially did this out of guilt and a desire to make up for its mistakes, but later it really did it and was gradually moved by the bird's persistence.

The system thought: In fact, many times, birds don’t need to be so stubborn.

She didn't have to refuse invitations from the upper class, nor did she have to go to such great lengths to change those ignorant, stubborn people at the bottom who almost roasted her because of their feudal superstitions.

This way the task can actually be accomplished, and it is much easier: those people will still live, but their lives will be more miserable and difficult, they will be born in poverty and die in suffering.

Too much time has passed, and the system can't remember why it chose the bird to be its agent.

But to it, the bird is more than just its first bound host.

The system hopes that the bird can realize its wish, complete its mission in this world, and return to reality safely.

To do this, it had to warn her.

Unlike the heroine who may be replaced, Gwyneth, who is designated as the villain, is undoubtedly a dangerous existence for Xiao Niao.

If you get too close to her, you will inevitably be affected by the inertia of the plot, and you may end up in an irretrievable situation.

The system's invisible sensory organs fell on Xiao Niao, who was concentrating on handling official business.

She seemed to have no idea of the impending crisis.

【Bird.】The system called her.

"Hmm?" Xiao Niao paused for a moment with the pen in his hand, and then continued to write smoothly.

She distracted herself and responded to the system's words in her consciousness: "What's wrong, Tongzi?"

"I'm asking you something seriously, please answer it." The system's mechanical voice was a bit cold and serious. "What are you going to do with Gwyneth's situation?"

"What do you mean by dealing with it or not?" Xiao Niao just found it a little funny. "She is not mine."

"Don't give me that," the system viciously exposed Xiaoniao, "You must have been soft-hearted. You felt sorry for her and wanted to protect her."

"You've really got the wrong idea, Tongzi." Xiaoniao smiled quietly at it. "Miss Tudor is a very strong and thoughtful person, but she's still too young and immature. When she grows up, she'll become a very remarkable person."

Gwyneth is only sixteen years old now, she is indeed too young.

"The most I can do is offer some help until she grows up," Xiao Niao said. "It would be a shame if she were really trapped with Charles."

The system remained noncommittal: [But this is very dangerous. The heroine's previous incident could be said to be for the mission, but Gwyneth is simply a destabilizing factor and a completely unnecessary risk—you don't need to take such an additional risk.]

The system briefly told Xiao Niao the conclusions it had deduced and told her Gwyneth's final fate.

[...Anyway, it's good for you to stay away from her.] The system told her the truth, [Bird, I hope you can return to reality safely.]

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Their endings were too tragic. Even from simple descriptions in words, Xiao Niao could smell the faint smell of blood seeping from the words.

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Don't go against the will of the world. Let this story continue as it is," the system advised earnestly. "I know you hate this story, hate the unfair treatment, and think Gwen is innocent."

"But you've done well enough. You're not obligated to save everyone you meet," the system's voice said earnestly. "You're a soul that doesn't belong to this world. The destiny of this world naturally restrains you."

[If the Son of Luck intends to do so, you will be unable to escape this world even after completing your mission.]

[Don’t be soft-hearted, bird,] the system said finally, [Don’t be soft-hearted.]

Xiao Niao raised his head and glanced at Gwyneth, who was studying Arabic numerals and double-entry bookkeeping with her brother not far away.

Where she can't see, a pair of cold hands are ruthlessly manipulating Gwyneth's fate, dragging the girl towards a doomed tragic ending.

She is innocent, Xiao Niao thought, but things are unpredictable, and many times, it is innocent people who die.

"But I don't want to choose this path," Xiao Niao said softly, but firmly enough.

"I hope she can be happy. A child like her deserves happiness."

The system actually had a vague premonition about Xiao Niao's answer.

But it still asked: [Why?]

"Because I've faced this kind of decision many times," Xiao Niao said, "and every time I didn't choose the easier and more convenient path."

"I want to do what I think is right. I want hardworking people to have enough food to eat, and I want everyone I love to survive."

"I will never give this world to those whom I despise."

The tip of the pen poked into the paper, leaving a dark ink spot.

Xiao Niao looked normal, but there seemed to be a red hot flame burning in his chest.

"I worked my way up to my current position, and spared no effort to change this country, just so that at a time like this, I can vote however I want!"

Chapter 28 Umuda

The palace where the royal family members lived was built on the east side of the city. Its architectural style combines aesthetics and royal style. It is dignified and majestic on the outside and magnificent on the inside.

The room where the empire's eldest prince, Charles Hamilton, is currently staying is particularly luxuriously decorated.

He is the emperor's eldest son and the first heir recognized by law. All his daily expenses are of top quality.

Even though the emperor had ordered him to be confined to his house, no servant dared to neglect Prince Charles.

The ceiling of the room was painted with murals, and a huge red velvet bed was placed by the window. The white and soft pigeon down mattress was wrapped in fine black silk imported from Persia, and even the tassels hanging from the curtains were mixed with gold threads.

But at this moment, this luxurious configuration that highlights his status as the heir to the empire could not at all alleviate Prince Charles's inner anxiety and boredom.

He was confined to his room and severely reprimanded by his father.

Although he was the future heir to the empire, he had to bow to a woman in public.

His best friend ruthlessly betrayed him, and his close subordinates were implicated and taken away for investigation. Because of this, Charles, who was trapped in the palace, became almost deaf and could no longer hear any news from the outside world.

It was as if everyone was against him and nothing went his way!

Apart from venting his anger uselessly in the room, the eldest prince seemed to have nothing else to do.

But since he knew that he might be being watched by eyes in the dark, Prince Charles quickly completed the evolution from ape to man, learning to disguise and suppress his temper.

He did not vent his anger indiscriminately, but maintained a humble attitude of reflecting on his mistakes.

All kinds of terrible thoughts kept surging in Charles' heart like boiling water, and were only barely suppressed by a lid.

But this did not make his anger disappear, it only made the hatred become more and more condensed, and finally all the resentment was directed at the existence of one person -

Butcher.

That damn shrike.

This person had been at odds with him since childhood.

The father whom he looked up to and admired always praised the half-human kid highly, while his own biological son often couldn't even get a good look from him.

Young Prince Charles heard the name being mentioned over and over again by his father, and he regarded her as a thorn in his side before he even met the bird.

Later, the shrike discovered his insignificant little habit, and then, regardless of his pleas, reported it directly to his father, causing him to receive a severe scolding.

After that, Charles completely hated this man.

He had once taken advantage of Xiao Niao's lack of knowledge of the rules of noble duels and tricked her into accepting a knight duel, then charged forward with a shield and a training stick...

Looking back now, Charles only regretted that he did not break the wings of the half-human cub.

He sat at his desk, flipping through a book of poetry irritably.

Prince Charles originally wanted to kill time, but he turned the pages one by one but couldn't read even half a word.

The sharp edge of the paper pressed against his fingertips, and Charles felt a slight pain in his fingertips when he was not paying attention, and a bean-sized drop of blood appeared on his index finger.

This was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely igniting Charles's irritability. He picked up the book and threw it towards the door without even looking at it.

"Ouch!"

A man's frivolous voice sounded, followed by an exaggerated cry of pain.

Charles was startled. He grabbed the paper cutter on the table and quickly became alert.

"Who is it!" Charles raised the knife and looked back alertly.

A slightly hoarse laugh echoed in the luxurious bedroom. Charles looked closely and found that a strange man had appeared silently at the door of the room at some point.

The man was tall and thin, with handsome features, but his striking inverted triangle eyes ruined the overall beauty of his face. When his eyebrows moved, a feeling of cruelty and sinisterness came to his face like a cold winter wind.

This was the man who had just been hit by the book thrown by Charles. He had a painful expression on his face and was rubbing his stomach in a funny way.

The man was not carrying any weapons, which made Charles feel a little more relaxed.

He repeated his question: "Who are you, and who allowed you to come in unannounced?"

The man grinned and gave the eldest prince an exaggerated and rude knight's salute.

"I am Umudah, Your Highness," the man said to Charles. "You may not know me now—but you will soon."

The man named Umuda had a sarcastic look on his face when he laughed, as if he didn't care about anything around him.

Charles had never heard of this name, and the other party didn't say his last name.

He was a little confused and felt a little angry: "Umuda? What a mess! Get out of here!"

The eldest prince thought the man in front of him was having a hysterical attack and was about to call the guards to drag this madman out.

"I can't leave now," Umuda shook his head at Charles playfully. "Your Highness, if I leave, you'll be completely finished."

Prince Charles was stunned for a moment by these words, and then, a mixture of shock and anger surged in his heart, and he had an urge from the bottom of his heart to beat the man in front of him severely.

But the other party remained indifferent in the face of his rage.

Strangely enough, Umudah looked at him with an eerily calm gaze, and Charles noticed that his eyes were iron-gray.

The unusual calmness in those eyes made the furious prince hesitate a little.

"...What exactly do you want to say?" Charles' face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it.

Prince Charles did not believe what the man said just because of these few words. He just thought that the other party was playing tricks.

But when the eldest prince had almost no ability to detect the outside world and was in a low state, Umuda revealed his most secret concerns.

This made Charles' attitude become hesitant.

Let me hear what he has to say first, Prince Charles thought coldly in his heart. If he is just talking nonsense, I will pull out his tongue.

Umuda accurately sensed the softening in the eldest prince's attitude and the viciousness hidden in his tone - he was very familiar with this tone.

What a vicious bastard.

The tall, thin man laughed cheerfully, as if the prince before him were some adorable plush bunny.

"My point is very simple, Your Highness," Umuda looked at him with a smile, "I want to say that if you continue like this, you will lose your right to inherit the throne and be completely finished."

"Nonsense!"

Charles subconsciously retorted loudly, then seemed to realize something and looked around vigilantly.

"Don't worry, Your Highness Charles," Umuda said softly, "They are not here... You are lucky. This is the emperor's bedroom where he occasionally stays. They dare not spy on the master of this country."

Charles was startled and looked at the man opposite him in astonishment.