mygo, Villain Simulator

A tiny flame hovered silently at Ichinose Wakaba's fingertip. It wasn't violent; only the size of a fingernail, yet it emitted a dazzling red-orange glow, like a newly born shooting star, shimmering with an undeniable presence. The flame danced gently, as if it were alive, twirling in his hand.

The tiny tongues of fire stretched out, seemingly fragile, yet leaving an undeniable heat in the air, as if they could ignite the entire darkness in the blink of an eye.

With a gentle wave of her hand, Ichinose Wakaba sent flames soaring into the air, tracing a fiery arc that seemed to whisper the story of the flames.

"The power is too weak."

Ichinose Wakaba frowned slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes, as she watched the flame flickering at her fingertips. It was less like magic and more like the faint glow of a burnt-out candle. Compared to the magnificent magic in the simulator, powerful enough to topple towering trees, this was nothing more than a negligible afterimage.

It can only be described as a weak flame.

He clenched his fist slightly, and the cluster of flames immediately swayed slightly with the movement, but still did not show any greater power.

The reason was clear to Ichinose Wakaba.

Magic is both a power that transcends the ordinary and a bridge connecting the mind and the world. It is invisible yet real, silent yet awe-inspiring, like the rhythm of nature and the whisper of fate.

This is the kind of magic that Ichinose Wakaba obtained.

In the simulation, the crimson advanced musical terms acted as fuel for magic, transforming his will into a devastating force. Each melody that resonated, each note that flowed, triggered a resonance between spirit and magic, multiplying its power and creating an unparalleled miracle.

However, in reality, this core term is missing.

Without that crimson musical phrase, magic loses its nourishment and becomes weak and pitiful, only able to pulsate in the palm of one's hand, unable to shake any substantial existence.

Or it could be used for a fireworks display.

Thinking this way, Ichinose Wakaba suddenly had an idea.

Yueyi7san0 Sijiuqisan4

What a jerk! The original title was "Scum Simulator," but the editor said to change it.

Metis's appearance will have to wait a while. When I first started writing this book, Metis hadn't appeared yet, and then he was betrayed, so I had to revise the outline again.

However, it was because of Metis that I came up with a good idea, so Metis will appear when writing Mu's second simulation.

I guarantee you'll see that scene and have to rely on my voice!

Now I just hope that no more weird or nonsensical settings will be added later, otherwise it will be really difficult to revise the outline.

Chapter 19 Anwen Apologizing

If I do something wrong, I should be punished if I deserve it, scolded if I deserve it, and apologize if I deserve it. I have also revised the bad parts and apologized to the people I troubled.

Some people are still chasing after me, and I don't know what to do.

Chapter 20: Simulation Settings

I followed the game's rules; high-difficulty games usually have more restrictive conditions.

Low difficulty is like giving you a cheat code, such as doubled health and weaker monster attacks.

Seeing your posts, I realized that they were flipped over compared to usual.

Regarding your point that low rewards will reduce interest in simulation, I have written that once you complete a simulation, you cannot simulate the same level a second time.

It can be said that the logical settings were considered.

Furthermore, later on, you can definitely clear the higher difficulty level by maxing out the level, since you've already obtained so many affixes that you can clear the level even without choosing useless affixes.

I think circumventing the block should be fine.

Chapter 21 A Letter Belonging to Ruoye Mu

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Mumu, by the time you read this letter, I will probably no longer be in this world. Please don't be sad; this is simply everyone's final destination.

Whether it's me, you, or Ruoye.

How many years has it been since we last spoke?

Ten years? Twenty years? Or even longer? The distance of time has made me almost forget your voice and smile, but it has never erased the mark you left on my heart. Today, I meet you again in this way; perhaps this is the last time our destinies intersect.

This letter is my last wish for you, and also the words I never said to you.

Mu, do you still remember the first time we met? Back then, we were just two innocent little girls, cluelessly searching for our place at our respective family feasts. From that moment on, you became my only friend, the only person I could confide in.

Do you remember? We used to be inseparable friends, drinking tea together under the sunlit veranda of the courtyard, and finding moments of peace together amidst the hustle and bustle of banquets.

You brought warmth to my dull life; your smile brought comfort to my lonely years.

To outsiders, we are childhood friends with a very good relationship, important people who can confide in each other. We grow up together, sharing each other's joys and sorrows, and even the tedious affairs of the family become a little easier because of each other's presence.

Do you remember the scene where you hid behind me to avoid those people who were chasing after me because of their parents' honor?

At that time, although I didn't know why you became shy, to me you were the younger sister who needed my protection.

Although you should be the older sister in terms of age and relationship.

And so, I began to become your protective older sister, and you relied on me.

For a time, I felt that Ruoye Mu did not exist in this world, and that you were just a figment of my imagination.

So, I said a lot of bad things to you back then, and threw you into my trash can like a garbage can.

I always thought that our relationship would continue like this, that we could be each other's strongest support no matter where we were.

But our relationship changed from that day on.

Hey, Mutsu, you actually know, right? I like Wakaba.

Hey, Mutsu, why didn't you tell me about your relationship with Wakaba?

Hey Mutsu, if I had said back then that I wanted Wakaba, would you have given me your favorite doll like you always have?

Hey, Mu

Mu, I'm jealous of you, jealous of you, jealous of you.

The person I trust most, I'm jealous of you.

Because of jealousy, I no longer see you. I'm afraid I won't be able to control my jealousy and will do something irrational.

But I don't blame you, because you are the most important part of my life.

So, I've decided to let go. Not out of resentment, nor out of escapism, but because I know that continuing will only lead me further astray. This isn't your fault, Mu; on the contrary, you are the person I cherish most. That's why I don't want this relationship to be eroded by more conflict and pain.

Please don't feel guilty about my departure, and don't let this letter bother you. I sincerely hope you can continue on your journey, carrying your light and bringing more warmth and hope to this world. As for me, I've simply chosen a quieter place, taking our memories with me, to end this journey.

Mu, thank you for appearing in my life. If there is an afterlife, I hope to meet you again on a more equal footing. Perhaps then, we can become truly unburdened and devoted friends.

Ruo Yemu sat in the black sedan, clutching the letter tightly in her hand. The delicate envelope was soaked with tears, and the blurred handwriting of the name pierced her heart. Tears silently slid down, dripping onto the pristine white pages, leaving a small, faint stain.

"Why……"

Ruoye Mu's voice was almost inaudible as her fingertips traced the familiar handwriting, recalling every moment of the past. The scene of them smiling at each other under the cherry blossom rain in the courtyard; the image of them secretly leaving the noisy crowd at the family banquet, whispering and laughing under the eaves; and those nights when they sat side by side by the window, talking about their dreams for the future…

Why have you never said these things to me?

Her throat tightened, and tears streamed down her face like a river bursting its banks.

"Jealousy...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

When Ruoye Mu came to her senses from the memories flooding her mind, tears had already silently covered her cheeks, falling one by one like beads from a broken string.

"Xiangzi, are you in so much pain?"

Recalling the sudden memory, Ruoye Mu was surprised that Toyokawa Shoko was in so much pain. The pale green-clad girl buried her face in her hands, her heartache surging like a tide.

She recalled the sentence in the letter, "I'm jealous of you."

Recalling her memories, Ruoye Mu realized that she had hurt her most precious friend.

The heart that had been occupied by Ichinose Wakaba was now filled with the image of Toyokawa Shoko because of this letter that suddenly appeared with a red star.

Or rather, the piece that had been compressed into a corner because of Ichinose Wakaba's forceful actions has regained its brilliance.

"You are my most precious friend."

Ruoye Mu's voice was hoarse, tears mingling with unspeakable guilt and regret. If she could do it all over again, she would definitely speak her mind properly—"If Xiangzi wants it, I'll give it to you."

With this thought in mind, Ruoye Mu looked out the car window.

A gentle breeze blew past the window, bringing a touch of coolness, as if someone were whispering goodbye. In Ruoye Mutsu's eyes, Toyokawa Shoko was standing outside the convenience store, her gaze frequently drifting inside.

In the other person's eyes, it was the figure of Ichinose Wakaba.

She looked at him, she looked at herself looking at him.

That person

Although the woman in front of her, Ichinose Wakaba, was much younger than her husband in her memory, and the age difference was completely inconsistent, Ruoba Mutsumi confirmed his identity in an instant—the "bad guy" deep in her memory.

In that instant, an unprecedentedly complex emotion surfaced on the face of the girl, who resembled a delicate doll. Her usual cold and aloof demeanor was shattered by the sudden surge of memories and emotions. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't utter a word, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the hem of her skirt.

Because of the other person, Ruoye Mu was no longer as emotionally monotonous as a puppet. Because of the other person, Ruoye Mu gained a new sense of existence; because of the other person, Ruoye Mu became like a human being.

As this emotion welled up in her heart, more memories surfaced. Those laughs, those tears, those days intertwined with pain and sweetness, especially that rainy night—they seemed etched clearly into her soul, yet as distant as a dream. Ruoye Mu's gaze trembled slightly, a complex and indescribable conflict rising within her.

She murmured to herself, realizing that the person in front of her was both similar to and completely different from the husband she remembered.

"He is... but he isn't..."

The doll-like girl seemed unable to distinguish between reality and dreams. She kept saying that he was not him, but she kept thinking about something—Xiangzi liked him.

I feel that the work "mygo" still needs the element of twisting.

Let's talk about the upcoming plot. It's a dark story. How much can you handle?

I'd probably get roasted if I wrote about a theme park, or maybe the Thirteen Horrors game—I'd thought of having a male character test his humanity.

Further down the list, there was an anime I watched before where the male protagonist was bullied in class, and then a kind girl treated him as an equal. The next thing that happened was: "Why did you do this to me?"

Villainous characters, or those who are ruthless killers, like the Warhammer Sea Tiger.

Even worse, the most despicable methods, those simulated in the first simulation were nothing compared to that.

I can't write the kind of dio-esque style, and I don't have the skill to do it.

Also, I saw someone say: In the first simulation, Xiangzi discovered it, but in the second simulation, he kept rushing at it.

Was my writing unclear? Or what? Each simulation was done separately, without any memory. The first simulation subject was Xiangzi, and the second simulation subject was Mu.

Chapter 22 I Awakened My Superpowers

"Manager, I'll take these with me."

"ok~"

With the manager's permission, Ichinose Wakaba left her part-time job with the expired bento bread. As an orphan, Ichinose Wakaba had to carefully calculate every penny of her living expenses.

For example, the money earned from part-time work is used to pay rent. Because of her studies and the policies, Ichinose Wakaba's tuition fees were reduced, and she also received generous scholarships.

Otherwise, he would have to drop out of school like in the first simulation, and then, because of his age, he wouldn't be able to work and would have to join the yakuza.

Therefore, expired bento boxes and bread are an important source of income for Ichinose Wakaba to save on living expenses every day.

In Japan, convenience stores offer discounts on prepared foods after a certain time. If the food isn't sold out by then, it's disposed of.

They're basically thrown in the trash.

Of course, some kind store managers will let their employees choose what they like to eat and will also share with the homeless in the neighborhood. Other, less kind managers will have their employees destroy expired food before throwing it in the trash.

Ichinose Wakaba had heard other part-time workers say that the manager was disgusting and deliberately scattered garbage on the floor.

Fortunately, Ichinose Wakaba encountered a nice shop manager who made an exception for him because he was an orphan and took him home as his food for the next day.

After silently thanking the shop manager, Ichinose Wakaba, who is a very nice guy in the real world, noticed Toyokawa Shoko's figure. After seeing him, the other party seemed to want to come over.

But soon another pale green figure appeared in front of Toyokawa Shoko. After saying a few words, Toyokawa Shoko got into Ruoba Mutsumi's Toyota Crown and disappeared in front of Ichinose Wakaba.

Turning her gaze away, Ichinose Wakaba continued walking towards her rented apartment.

Ichinose Wakaba had considered the possibility of the simulated person coming to his door. His proposed response was: "Who are you? I don't know you."

If it were a normal simulator, Ichinose Wakaba would consider whether to acknowledge them. But because it's a villain simulator, she thinks about what they did in the simulation.

Ichinose Wakaba sincerely replied: I don't know you.

After all, his actions in the simulation were utterly outrageous.

"I'm clearly a good person."

Thinking about his law-abiding behavior and his actions in the simulator, Ichinose Wakaba returned to his apartment.

A wooden apartment building several years old, resembling Ichinose Wakaba, has been divided into several rooms, one of which is rented out for 1 yen per month.