mygo, Villain Simulator

"I'll go check the kitchen; breakfast should be ready by now."

Nagasaki Sase cleared her throat, suddenly stood up, and smiled as she made an excuse. The girl wanted to change the subject this way to avoid letting her mother see her weariness.

"Let Mom do it."

Reaching out to stop her, Nagasaki's mother hesitated for some reason. Seeing her daughter's hurried movements, she couldn't help but feel suspicious—Sase was acting strangely today.

"It's okay, Mom. You must have been very busy today too."

Nagasaki Sase smiled and turned to walk towards the kitchen. However, she had only taken a few steps when she heard her mother's voice from behind: "Sase, you don't seem to be in a good mood today. Is something on your mind? Tell your mother."

The brown-haired girl paused, her heart clenching. She stopped and turned around, seeing her mother staring at her with concern in her eyes.

Nagasaki Sase lowered his head, his heart pounding, almost wanting to hide himself in some corner.

"It's nothing, Mom." She smiled again, but there was a hint of helplessness in her smile. "I just didn't sleep well last night, and I'm a little sleepy today."

Nagasaki's mother looked at her quietly, her worry growing stronger: "Souze, you've never let your mother worry about you. You've always been so sensible and strong, but you also need to know that your mother is here. No matter what happens, I will be by your side."

Nagasaki Sase bit her lip, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. She took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to pour out the pain and self-blame from her dreams. She knew she couldn't let her mother worry, couldn't distract her. Her mother had already sacrificed so much for her; she didn't want to add to her burden.

“It’s okay, Mom. Really, I’m fine.” Nagasaki Sase’s voice softened, yet carried a hint of determination.

—I will handle the rest myself.

"Shuangshi, I'm sorry, Mom has been neglecting your feelings. Tonight, I'll try to come home early so we can have a nice meal together and talk, okay?"

Nagasaki Sase paused for a moment, then smiled brightly and nodded in agreement: "Okay, Mom, I'll be ready and waiting for you."

The brown-haired girl smiled and turned around, continuing to walk towards the kitchen, but the smile seemed like a disguise hanging on her face, growing heavier and heavier.

[Mom's problem is easy to solve.]

Thinking about the things in her nightmare, Nagasaki Sase only needed to stop her mother from marrying that person—wait!

Suddenly, Nagasaki Sase thought of the father in her dream. In reality, this father is only 15 years old.

In Japan, the legal marriage age for men is 18. And unlike in my dream, the person wasn't a masseur, but a student.

“What am I worried about? How could my mother possibly marry him?”

Suddenly, Nagasaki Sase breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that her mother wouldn't die because of other women's jealousy.

Along with that, the shadow of being taught to call someone "Dad" by Ichinose Wakaba in the nightmare also dissipated a lot—those were just dreams.

However, even though it was just a dream, Nagasaki Sosei's hatred for Ichinose Wakaba did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it became even stronger than before.

Thinking about how Ichinose Wakaba and Toyokawa Shoko knew each other in reality, Nagasaki Sase's face darkened—he couldn't let what happened in his dream come true!

Nagasaki Sase sat at the dining table, a wisp of steam rising from her teacup, but her gaze pierced through the rising steam as she stared at the sky outside the window.

Sase Nagasaki had heard someone mention the term "precognitive dream," which said that some dreams are like a blurry mirror, reflecting certain possibilities of the future.

Although Nagasaki Sase had never truly believed in this theory, last night's dream sent a chill down her spine, as if she had been thrown into some irresistible torrent of fate, and that dream was a hint given to her by fate in advance.

The real reason for the band's disbandment, the death of Toyokawa Shoko's mother, and her father's despair—all these can be found by asking one person: Nagasaki Sase.

If it is true.

"It's true, but Xiangzi told me not to say."

Ruo Ye Mu lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong, her eyes darting around, her gaze fixed on the teacup in front of her. Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible, her tone revealing a hint of barely perceptible guilt and helplessness.

Nagasaki Saseya lowered her head, her gaze falling on her hands holding the teacup. Her fingers tightened slightly, and her eyes gradually hardened.

“Even if it’s fake, I won’t just sit here and wait to die.” Nagasaki Sase said in a low voice, his tone revealing a rare determination. “Shoko won’t leave, she won’t abandon Crychic, and Mom won’t get into trouble. As long as I work hard, as long as I cherish the people around me enough, everything will be different.”

Especially that person!!!

Nagasaki Sase clenched her fists; she would absolutely not let what she dreamed of become reality!

With this determination, Nagasaki Sase went home with the groceries she had bought from the supermarket. Because of the nightmare she had the night before, she wanted to cook a big meal for her mother today.

As a result, Nagasaki Sase, who had just opened the door and said "I'm back," saw the figure that had appeared in his nightmare.

Killing and gore—that's too much. I probably couldn't write the kind of thing Qiuqian wrote; I'm better at dealing with human nature. At most, I'd play with something like the gambling game *Apocalypse*: Choose, will you cut yourself, or her?

Amen.

Furthermore, in my writing, the cheat codes and other special abilities are all things that serve the plot, so many details might not be perfect.

Chapter 56 Is he really that person? (4k)

The evening glow filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden hue over the apartment. Nagasaki Sase opened the door, her shoes lightly touching the floor of the entryway. The only sound in the quiet was the ticking of the clock, but she still instinctively spoke, "I'm home."

This greeting is like a deeply ingrained habit; even knowing that no one at home would respond, the girl still habitually utters it.

She put down her bag, changed into slippers, and gently closed the door. The air was still warm from the lingering sunlight of the day, and everything in the living room seemed so familiar and peaceful. However, the moment she turned around, Nagasaki Sase froze.

The girl stopped in her tracks, and her relaxed expression froze on her face.

There are two people sitting on the sofa.

Nagasaki Sase's mother was wearing light gray loungewear, holding a cup of tea in her hand, her expression somewhat complicated. The girl recognized the face of the man beside her almost instantly—Ichinose Wakaba.

The person who had haunted her life like a nightmare was now sitting on the sofa in the Nagasaki house, looking almost bewildered. He was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, tall and slender, with a composed demeanor and a distant calm on his face.

Because of the dream, the girl didn't notice the slight unease on Ichinose Wakaba's face, making the person who wanted to portray the confused boy waste their efforts.

At that moment, Nagasaki Sase's heart sank, and the dream from last night surged into her mind. In the dream, the man in front of her was a nightmare she couldn't escape, possessing a suffocating sense of control that stripped the girl of everything, leaving her trapped in a contradictory dependence amidst despair.

Now, the demon from her dream has actually appeared before the girl, and this strong sense of incongruity makes it hard for her to breathe.

"Shuangshi, you're back."

Nagasaki's mother's voice broke the silence, her tone tinged with caution. Her expression betrayed a hint of weariness and an undeniable mix of emotions.

Nagasaki Sase forced herself to come to her senses, took a deep breath, and forced a smile: "Yes, I'm back. And this is..."

Thinking of the scene in his dream, Nagasaki Sase was completely unable to cope for a moment, and even his movements of standing still seemed stiff and mechanical.

The girl's eyes involuntarily glanced at Ichinose Wakaba on the sofa—was he afraid?

At that moment, Ichinose Wakaba's expression was noticed by Nagasaki Sosei. The girl realized that the other person's expression remained calm and restrained, as if she were already used to such situations.

But the prolonged companionship in his dreams made Nagasaki Sase realize that the other person was just putting on a brave face.

For example, Ichinose Wakaba's current posture is not stiff, but it gives people the feeling that she is isolated by an invisible barrier, carrying a sense of rejection.

Why am I scared? And is he really going to be my father?

The thought struck Nagasaki Sase like a bolt of lightning, causing her breath to catch in her throat. The girl tried to remain calm, but found herself increasingly unable to control the turmoil within her.

[Mom, you're breaking the law!]

Nagasaki Sase's gaze involuntarily fell on her mother standing to the side, her throat so tight she could barely utter a sound. Her mind was churning, fragments of her nightmares overlapping with the reality before her eyes. Those absurd yet painfully real images were like a huge quagmire, dragging the girl's reason into an abyss.

If this is true, then all those dreams were real.

Nagasaki Sase's heart pounded violently, as if each beat was accompanied by a heavy pain.

In her dream, Ichinose Wakaba was powerful and greedy. The suffocating sense of control, the dependence she couldn't resist yet couldn't escape, was like a shadow cast by reality. Even though the girl knew the dream wasn't real, everything now made her unable to distinguish whether the dream was a continuation of reality, or reality was shining into the dream.

Nagasaki Sase clenched her fists slightly, trying her best to steady her breathing and prevent herself from losing control in this moment. However, the complex emotions surging up still made it hard for her to breathe.

The girl didn't know whether she should confront her mother or turn around and run away from this unsettling scene.

Seeing her daughter's behavior, she assumed the other party knew something.

Nagasaki's mother hesitated for a moment; she had originally planned to take over the shop, but now...

The woman who had been hurt whispered, "He is Ichinose Wakaba... your father's child with another woman."

The moment the words left his mouth, it was as if a muffled thunderclap had exploded in Nagasaki Sase's mind.

So, the dream was real. Ichinose Wakaba really did become my father...

Because she wasn't paying attention, the girl, who had misheard, instinctively tightened her grip on the bag strap, her fingertips turning white from the excessive force, stiff as if they had lost all feeling. Her gaze fell, fixed on the floor beneath her feet, her mind churning with images from her dream.

The overlap between dreams and reality left Nagasaki Sosei unable to distinguish between them. Ichinose Wakaba really did appear, and in a way that Sosei could never accept—becoming her "family."

That suffocating sense of control, that strange yet uncontrollable emotion, rose up in her heart again, almost engulfing her.

The images from her dream instantly flooded her mind; Ichinose Wakaba's cold, domineering, and unsettling demeanor was so vivid that it sent shivers down the girl's spine.

She could even recall those suffocating moments in her dream, the other person's words and expressions, and the oppressive feeling that plunged Nagasaki Sose into complex emotions, as if a projection of reality was looming over her.

"...Could it be that he's really going to be my father?"

Nagasaki Sase unconsciously muttered something to himself, his voice as soft as a gentle breeze, yet surprisingly clear in the quiet room.

Nagasaki's mother glanced at her daughter in surprise, then repeated with a hint of helplessness, "Souze, what did you just say? Didn't I just say that he's your half-brother, not your father?"

"Huh?" Shuang Shi didn't react for a moment, and stared blankly up at the sky. Her eyes widened even more, filled with disbelief.

"Wakaba-kun is your half-brother." Her mother's words were calm yet heavy, like a boulder thrown into water, completely disrupting the girl's thoughts.

"……Eh?"

At that moment, Nagasaki Sase's face was filled with shock. Her lips parted, but she couldn't utter a complete sentence. Her thoughts surged like a tide, but were too chaotic to be sorted out.

Nagasaki Sase couldn't help but turn to look at Ichinose Wakaba on the sofa, trying to find a clue in her expression. However, the other woman's face remained calm and aloof, as if completely unaffected by the conversation. She sat there quietly, her gaze lowered, like an outsider.

But the calmer the scene, the more uneasy Nagasaki Sase felt. Fragments of her dream still echoed in her mind, those unbearable images overlapping with the reality before her, making it impossible for her to distinguish whether the dream was foreshadowing reality, or reality was reflecting the dream.

"...My half-brother?"

Nagasaki Sase paused, then subconsciously looked up, his eyes somewhat blank.

“I said,” the mother sighed and patiently repeated, “Wakaba-kun is your half-brother, not your father.”

"……Eh?"

Nagasaki Sase suddenly raised his head, speechless for a moment, only able to utter a surprised syllable. His expression went from astonishment to embarrassment, and then to bewilderment, as if the pause button had been suddenly pressed.

Her gaze quickly swept over Ichinose Wakaba on the sofa. The other girl remained calm and composed, only her brows furrowed slightly, clearly speechless at the girl's misunderstanding.

Nagasaki Sase's face flushed instantly, even her ears felt suspiciously hot. She quickly lowered her head, trying to hide her embarrassment, but couldn't help muttering under her breath, "Who told him to look so much like the person in my dream..."

Although she spoke very softly, her mother still heard her clearly. Her mother looked at her suspiciously: "What were you just saying?"

"N-nothing!" Shuang Shi hurriedly waved his hand, looked up and forced a stiff smile, but his eyes were somewhat unfocused. "I just feel... uh, this is quite sudden."

The mother sighed helplessly, while Ichinose Wakaba on the sofa kept her eyes down and remained silent.

The boy's expression was so calm it was almost unbelievable, but there seemed to be a faint emotion hidden in his eyes.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became subtle and heavy. Nagasaki Sase felt as if a large stone was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to even breathe.

"I'm sorry to have appeared in your life so suddenly." Ichinose Wakaba's voice was deep and strong, revealing little emotion. He stood up, nodded slightly, and spoke with restrained politeness.

Nagasaki Sase met his gaze; they were deep and calm eyes. Yet, she felt as if she were being seen through, a feeling that sent chills down her spine, yet also possessed a strange allure, making the brown-haired girl involuntarily want to look at him again.

"Hello," she said with difficulty, her voice trembling slightly.

Looking at her daughter's expression, the mother seemed somewhat reluctant. She sighed softly and took her hand. "Shuangshi, I know this is sudden for you, but Ruoye is innocent. He has had a very difficult time these past few years..." Her voice lowered even further. "Mom wants to adopt him. I hope you can understand."

adoption.

The words struck Nagasaki Sosei's heart heavily. She nodded stiffly but didn't answer, her gaze involuntarily falling on Ichinose Wakaba again. He still stood there calmly, politely maintaining his distance, but his presence made her feel an inescapable sense of oppression.

"I need some time... to process this."

Nagasaki Sase finally spoke, his voice so low it sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat.

"I understand," the mother said gently, a hint of guilt on her face. "There's no rush. Take your time to think it over."

Ichinose Wakaba bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Nagasaki-san. I won't cause you any trouble."

His words once again stung Nagasaki Sosei. His humble demeanor made her almost forget the demonic figure from her dream.

But it is precisely this stark contrast that makes the girl feel even more uneasy and conflicted.

She excused herself to go to her room to rest and hurriedly fled the living room. The moment she closed the door, the girl leaned against it, her chest heaving violently.

At that moment, fragments of a dream began to flash through Nagasaki Sose's mind.

In her dreams, Ichinose Wakaba, with her calm face, did countless chilling things. He controlled her life, deprived her of choices, yet made her involuntarily depend on him, even developing a contradictory feeling. This feeling was like poison, eroding her will and preventing her from truly hating him.

"That's not true."

Nagasaki Sase hugged her arms tightly, her voice barely audible, "It was just a dream, just a dream..."

"So he wasn't my 'father,' he was my brother... But why is that strange feeling from the dream still there?"

Nagasaki Sase raised her hand to cover her face; the cool touch of her fingers on her burning cheeks calmed her down a little.

But the feeling in the dream was so real that even Ichinose Wakaba's tone and expression appeared in reality without any deviation.