mygo, Villain Simulator

Chihaya Aine became increasingly confident as she spoke, as if she had finally found a lifeline, shaking her head frantically: "Really, Soyo is super good! It's perfect for experiments! Don't believe me? Ask Ryuna! Right, Ryuna!?"

Her gaze fell on Yoro Nai beside her, like a primary school student desperately seeking help from her teacher.

Lena blinked quietly without answering, her gaze fixed on her left hand—Leo would make the decision himself.

"...Then...then...the lamp! A lamp will do!!"

Chihaya Aine immediately changed her tune, fearing she'd be dragged into the next round of experiments, "Akira is very interested in stars, and she often says she wants to become human, you'll definitely have something in common!!!"

"How about... you try Soyo or Dengma Lixi... I really... am not suited to be cared for by your left hand again..."

Chihaya Aine was on the verge of tears, her voice growing softer and softer, her eyes becoming increasingly unfocused: "I... my body hasn't recovered yet... just now, I really... really felt like I was about to ascend to heaven..."

And Leo?

He blinked gently, as if deep in thought.

After a few seconds, it calmly replied:

"Record: The target reacted strongly and is psychologically unstable. The next round of contact may need to be conducted indirectly."

"Consider changing the test variable for the target object, code name: soyo."

Upon hearing these words, Chihaya Aine almost burst into tears of joy and immediately knelt down to kowtow in gratitude.

She clutched her chest and slumped back onto the sofa, murmuring softly:

"Great...finally...finally we're free..."

"I'm sorry, Soyo... This time... I have no choice but to sacrifice you..."

However, the girl was too happy too soon. After all, while a direct rejection was rejected, there were still indirect options.

Chapter 191 A twitching left eye means good fortune, a twitching right eye means bad luck.

A high school girl named Nagasaki Sase has had her right eye twitching all day.

At first, she didn't take it seriously.

She must have stayed up too late last night—she thought, gently rubbing her eyelids as she continued flipping through her notebook. The classroom was noisy, and the sunlight outside the window was as dazzling as ever—an ordinary morning, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Shuangshi, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Just as the brown-haired girl was about to get up to hand in her homework, her deskmate suddenly leaned over and asked her a question.

"Eh?"

"Your right eye is twitching, I just saw it."

Nagasaki Sōse blinked, and before he could answer, the other person muttered thoughtfully, "A twitching left eye means good fortune, a twitching right eye means bad luck... Sōse, be careful."

"Oh, don't talk nonsense."

Nagasaki Sase's lips twitched slightly; he wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Yes, we need to be careful. But what should we be careful of? She didn't know herself.

However, from that moment on, it was as if a drop of ink had been thrown into the girl's heart, slowly spreading out a layer of unease.

With these mixed feelings, Nagasaki Sase walked into "RING" alone after school.

In contrast to her heavy and reserved mood at this moment, this is a bright and modern livehouse.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the street scene is just beginning to fall, with lights casting a warm orange glow from within.

A poster showing today's performance schedule was displayed at the entrance, featuring the nameless band—it was their band.

There's also a small blackboard sign that says "Recommended Home-Roasted Beans," and the faint aroma of coffee mixed with soft electronic music playing from the speakers almost makes you think this is an artsy coffee shop focused on coffee.

But tonight, this is the place where Nagasaki Sose's band will be performing for the first time.

Even so, she didn't show much emotional fluctuation.

Even though this band was essentially built up by Sase Nagasaki herself—from recruiting members and rehearsing to deciding on the repertoire and even registering for performances—if we were to name the "main creator," it would undoubtedly be her.

Despite this, Nagasaki Sase had no expectations for tonight.

She didn't care whether the performance went well or the audience was enthusiastic.

The girl only cared about one thing:

This band still exists.

Alive, not disbanded, that's all. Like a posture of waiting, until that person returns.

No matter how much time has passed, no matter what that person has become, as long as the "band" is still there, that person will still have a place to return to. There is still a possibility that, just like before, they can push open this glass door and say, "Let's start rehearsing!"

Thinking of this, Nagasaki Sase sighed silently and pushed open the door.

The air was filled with the familiar aromas of wheat and coffee, along with the low-frequency resonance of the mixing console in the distance.

My right eye twitched again.

Nagasaki Sase no longer covered his eyes, but quietly scanned the backstage area.

The noise continued, and laughter never stopped.

Shiina Riki waved the drumsticks, trying to get a feel for it, Takamatsu Akari hid in the corner, repeatedly reciting the lyrics, and Rakuna was scrolling through her phone with her left hand.

But the feeling of disharmony did not disappear; instead, it grew stronger.

Just then, Nagasaki Sase's gaze met someone's.

——Chihaya Aine.

The pink-haired girl was sitting next to the speaker, looking down at her phone. She was spending more of her time promoting the band online than practicing guitar.

However, he suddenly stopped the moment he felt the gaze.

Chihaya Aine looked up and subconsciously glanced in the direction her gaze was directed.

In just a second, she looked away as if she had been electrocuted.

That sense of guilt and panic wasn't well concealed.

At that moment, Chihaya Aine was biting her lip, trying to suppress the sudden surge of guilt.

I'm sorry, Soyo...

Chihaya Aine hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on the phone screen. The message from the alien creature made her want to tell Nagasaki Sase everything.

However, I remembered a few things the other person had said before: Soyo didn't really want to form a band with you; she was just using you for someone else.

Although Chihaya Aine's goals for forming a band were not entirely pure, compared to Nagasaki Sase, her goals were far too simple.

After all, Chihaya Aine, aside from wanting to be in the spotlight, didn't see the band as a substitute. Nagasaki Sase, on the other hand, only saw this unknown band as a substitute.

I've been waiting for you, Xiao Xiang. As long as you come back, we can all be the same as before.

As for what the band will become now, what will it look like?

Nagasaki Sase didn't care about any of that.

So, after learning about this, Chihaya Aine felt that the guilt she felt for saying things incoherently due to her hormonal imbalance had lessened somewhat.

If things aren't as Leo says, then I will apologize to Soyo and take Soyo's place as Leo's research subject.

Saying sorry in her heart, Chihaya Aine saw the scene she least wanted to see after the live performance started—why did she have to play Kasuga Kage?!

Upon seeing Shoko Toyokawa, Sase was completely distracted—I knew Shoko would come!!!

I was thinking that after it was over, I would go to find Toyokawa Shoko and tell her that I had been protecting the band and waiting for her ever since she left.

But as that familiar melody began, as he saw Toyokawa Shoko's face change and she leave in tears, amidst the unstoppable Kasuga Kage, Nagasaki Sase exploded—Why is Kasuga Kage being played?!

Ignoring the reactions of the other members, and ignoring the help of Mokuba, Nagasaki Sase pushed open the glass door of RING and rushed out.

Like a walking corpse, Nagasaki Sosei returned home. Having failed to catch him, the brown-haired girl collapsed onto the sofa as if her soul had left her body.

"Is this what they call a twitching right eye?

Recalling her classmate's reminder that morning, Nagasaki Sase felt a pang of regret—if only she had paid more attention.

If Nagasaki Sase had been more careful, he felt that tonight's events wouldn't have happened.

At this moment, his right eye is still twitching.

However, she no longer paid attention. After all, the biggest disaster had already occurred.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang, but the brown-haired girl didn't want to answer it. If it was her mother, then the other person had a key. If it was someone else...

Sase Nagasaki doesn't have any friends who can come over to visit.

Although she seemed to have friends in the Moon Forest, the brown-haired girl didn't confide in anyone—it was all just socializing.

So, Nagasaki Sase ignored the incessantly ringing doorbell.

However, the sound of the door opening forced her to hide the tears on her face—"Mom, you're here so early today? Wait, how did you get in?!"

Chapter 192 Oh dear, the scheduled time was wrong.

I have a level exam tomorrow, it'll take all day, so I booked the next chapter, but I booked the wrong time.

So, I can only ask for leave tomorrow.

I'm so sorry!!!

Chapter 193 Theft!!!

Night had fallen, and the hands of the clock had quietly passed midnight. The high-rise apartment was as silent as a night sea, with only the low hum of the refrigerator breaking the silence.

"Ding-dong-"

The sudden doorbell ringing was like a pebble thrown into stagnant water in the quiet night, where you could hear your own heartbeat.

Nagasaki Sase suddenly sat up on the sofa, the remote control in her hand falling to the floor with a "thud." She stared wide-eyed towards the entrance, almost unable to believe her ears.

...Doorbell? Now?

She tried to calm herself down, her mind racing through possible options.

Mother?

Impossible. My mother just messaged me a few hours ago saying she's working overtime tonight and won't be coming home. Besides, this apartment building is a high-end residence; without a resident's fingerprint and access code, it's impossible to get to this floor.

The doorbell rang again, "Ding-dong—ding-dong—", this time the ringing was more urgent, as if the person waiting was impatient, or even...a little uneasy.

Nagasaki Sase felt a chill run down her spine as images of a horror movie she'd seen online the night before flashed through her mind—a figure suddenly appearing in the elevator, a stranger knocking on the door late at night but receiving no answer, and the female protagonist fleeing for her life as the camera swayed…

She instinctively held her breath, slowly approaching the door, gripping her phone tightly in her hand, her fingertips almost cracking the plastic case.

The peephole reflected the dim light from one side of the corridor, but she hesitated to go closer to look.

"Soyo, don't go! There's an abyss ahead."

Nagasaki Sase seemed to hear a voice in her head saying this. But the doorbell didn't stop; it kept ringing, striking her nerves in the stillness of the night.

It was like a death knell, pounding against her nerves.

Nagasaki Sase finally mustered her courage, tiptoed closer to the door, and cautiously peered through the peephole—

Then she froze.

It wasn't a stranger, nor was it a shadowy figure from a horror movie; it was a pink-haired girl standing outside the door, hands on her hips, glaring angrily at the door.

Chihaya Aine.

Why is she here?

No, to be precise, how did she get up here?

She rang the doorbell again and again, her anger almost overflowing from her peephole. The girl's lips moved, as if she were saying something, but Nagasaki Sase couldn't hear her. She suddenly realized that this scene seemed familiar—

The backstage area after the first live performance.

When you have an emotional breakdown and rage in front of your equipment case, this is probably what you look like, right? Chihaya Aine also had that "Why are you like this?" expression back then.

A feeling that was hard to describe—whether it was shame or irritation—swelled up inside her, and Nagasaki Sase silently took a step back from the doorway.

...Maybe we shouldn't open the door.

Since I'm not going to that band anymore, I'll just pretend I didn't hear it.

Nagasaki Sase comforted herself in this way, and was about to quietly tiptoe back to the living room, hide under the blanket and continue to reminisce about the wonderful times with Toyokawa Shoko.

Some subtle sounds came from outside the door.