mygo, Villain Simulator

"Killer, killer!"

Each video is created by considering how to incorporate new keywords into it, and this time the keyword "killer" has put Ichinose Wakaba in a difficult position.

After all, he couldn't possibly kill someone in front of an audience, could he?

"Got it, let's take a picture of this."

The skills of an assassin actually encompass a lot of things. As for language skills, Ichinose Wakaba is now familiar with most of the world's well-known languages.

They also knew how to dispose of a corpse cleanly without attracting attention.

Ichinose Wakaba knows all the techniques related to murder.

Disguise, voice impersonation, hacking, flying planes.

He could even be a surgeon now—headache? Then cut your head off.

So, Ichinose Wakaba came up with a good idea on how to use his assassin skills to make a video, and this good idea could also help him avoid some trouble.

The script for Aine was originally written as in this chapter, but after watching the plot up to episode 7, Aine seemed too pitiful, so they changed her action mode.

Furthermore, the chapter written according to this method will not pass the review.

If anyone wants to see it, I'll upload it to a cloud drive or something in a while.

Or change it and put it on a character you dislike (

Chapter 76 Who is she?

The screen lit up, and the barrage of comments instantly filled the entire screen.

Fans and audiences held their breath, staring at the familiar scene, their hearts beating slightly faster.

【First! 】

【First! 】

【First! 】

Let's see what kind of crazy tricks Neko will pull this time.

[That finger flick that opened the glass bottle in the semi-circle imitation last time was awesome!]

I still want to see magic.

Sigh, magic is so boring. Lately, so many YouTubers have started making magic videos.

[I saw it too, but I still think Neko's magic video is the best.]

Those other people's magic videos look so fake, but Neko's magic videos look so real.

[How could that be true? Neko's skills are just too amazing.]

Does anyone know how to contact Neko? I'd like to learn how to do special effects from him.

Forget about it. Last time, when Hollywood's McCarran contacted Neko hoping to get involved in his new movie, Neko refused.

【it's a pity. 】

Am I the only one paying attention to Neko's true face under the mask?

I care too.

【+1】

【+1】

【+1】

【+1】

[Nekko is definitely super handsome.]

I'm drooling over Neko's muscles.

My mouth is watering.

[I could eat 10 bowls of rice just looking at Neko's muscles.]

They won't pick it, will they?

[Yeah, Neko wears a hood because she doesn't want to reveal her identity.]

I think it's better not to expose it. Once it's exposed, those anti-fans will be a real pain.

Yes, a streamer I used to follow, "异器*溜？仪染尔迩-氿," left the scene because she was harassed by anti-fans.

Anti-fans are so annoying.

【Yes. 】

You have no idea how much I miss Neko without her videos.

What will today's video be about?

[Anything Neko makes is guaranteed to be top-notch!]

Haha, no matter how many times I see it, Neko's headgear always makes me laugh.

As the video began to play, a man wearing a hood appeared in the center of the screen. The iconic hood still covered his face, revealing only a pair of sharp yet smiling eyes.

The person covered by the hood slightly adjusted the camera, sat up straight, and then remained silent for a second. In that single second, the audience's anticipation soared to its peak—was it the long-awaited opening? A glimpse of new content? Or a surprising special segment?

Wait, there's a knife on the table?

【knife?】

[Is Neko going to use a katana to kill someone?]

Why can't it be sword dancing?

Is sword dancing fun?

【disappointment.】

[Yeah, what's so fun about wielding a knife? Neko-kun, are you out of ideas? What a disappointment!]

Using a smaller voice, Yutenji Wakame vented her pent-up frustration—Why are you so angry?!

Previously, in pursuit of popularity, Yutenji Wakana spent a large sum of her savings to make a video about magic.

The result was that the number of views was so low that it didn't even break even. Furthermore, it was ridiculed by Ichinose Wakaba's fans.

Haha~ Another one copying Neko.

[They tried to imitate it, but they didn't even get it right.]

Yeah, can't you spend a little more money? This is so fake.

At that time, Youtian Temple Ruomai, who had invested more than 100 million yuan and lost it all, was so angry that she almost suffered from menstrual irregularities.

So when she saw that Ichinose Wakaba was out of work this time and was going to do a sword dance, she didn't hesitate to use her alt account to deal damage!

[Huh? Even if Neko has no creativity, he's still better than you guys!]

[Yeah, even if she lacks creativity, Neko still has muscles and magic!]

We love watching Neko!

Who is this anti-fan? The admin should ban her!

【Reported! 】

【I reported it too!】

【+1】

【+1】

Before Yutenji Ruomai could react, her phone displayed a notification that her account had been banned.

--ha?!

An incredulous voice came from the purple-haired girl's mouth, but she didn't have time to find a new account to argue with those who reported her. Yutenji Ruomai's gaze was drawn to the scene on the screen.

In the scene, a hooded man suddenly rips off the black cloth covering the table. As the audience's attention is drawn to the table as the cloth is lifted, no one notices the man who ripped it off.

When the audience discovered that there was nothing under the table, their attention shifted to the person who had lifted the black cloth.

Once you look at it, you can't take your eyes off it.

Like snowflakes standing alone in the world, the people in the lens drift silently down in the shadows of the world, without a trace of dust.

Her long, crimson hair flowed like water, each strand swaying gently as if reflecting the moonlight. Her skin was as white as snow, delicate as porcelain, so fragile that one feared it would shatter at the slightest touch. Most stunning of all were her eyes.

Golden pupils, like cursed gold in Norse mythology, are eerie and lonely, carrying a radiance that does not belong to this world.

Her features were small and delicate, like a meticulously crafted work of art, yet they carried a hint of melancholy. Her figure was petite and slender, like a snowflake drifting in the wind, serene and unreal.

She wore a simple shrine maiden's outfit, the white hunting robe hanging down gently as if snow had covered her shoulders. The wide sleeves swayed slightly with her movements, exuding a sacred and elegant aura. A bright red hakama was tied around her waist, its vibrant color like spider lilies blooming in the snow, creating a striking contrast with the pale sleeves and outlining her slender figure.

She took a slow step, her wooden clogs clicking crisply on the floor, as if breaking the silence of the night. The tassels at her waist swayed gently, and the hem of her dress fluttered slightly in the wind, revealing a section of her snow-white calves, like a lotus flower blooming gently, untouched by the dust of the world.

Her long, crimson hair cascaded over her shoulders, a few stray strands fluttering in the wind, shimmering softly in the lens.

Her hands clasped together, her sleeves slipped down, revealing her jade-like fingertips, slender and delicate. The hem of her shrine maiden's robes was gently lifted, as if a deity had descended, carrying a tranquility and mystery that seemed otherworldly.

With just one glance, everyone's eyes were locked on her figure, unable to look away.

She is so beautiful.

Her long, crimson hair swayed gently in the wind, like silk woven from flames, flowing with a dreamlike luster in the air.

She gently raised her sword, the blade reflecting a cold, sharp light that illuminated her inhumanly exquisite face.

Those golden pupils, like burning amber in the night, were deep and mysterious, making one's heart race. The person in the shot moved with lightness, their clothes fluttering as they took each step, like a breathtaking sword dance.

With a sudden flash of brilliance, the sword sliced ​​through the air, creating a gust of wind. As the sleeves fluttered, a jade-like wrist was revealed, slender yet full of power.

She wore a simple and elegant shrine maiden outfit, her white hunting robe fluttering gently like snow untouched by dust, while the bright red hakama around her waist was as vibrant as a burning spider lily, making her appear both pure and captivating.

She was like a deity lost from an ancient shrine, transcendent, holy and inviolable.

Every swing of the sword is like a poem etched in the air, and every glance seems to stir the soul.

At this moment, the audience held their breath and stared, forgetting the passage of time, feeling that it was enough to witness such a scene in their lifetime.

Chapter 77 This round is in the bag.

silence.

At this moment, all sounds seemed to be swallowed up by the silence, and the audience's eyes could not leave the screen, only that graceful figure remained in their sight.

In the video, the girl stands in front of a mirror, the soft light outlining her delicate features.

The unknown girl's appearance was like that of a goddess who had stepped out of a dream, so beautiful it seemed unreal.

Her long, crimson hair swayed gently like silk, each strand shimmering faintly under the light. Her skin was as white as snow, flawless and smooth, like porcelain that could shatter at the slightest touch.

Those golden pupils exuded a profound mystery, as if they could see through all secrets. Every glance seemed to make one lose themselves, drawn into the endless vortex within her eyes.

The girl lowered her head slightly, seemingly afraid to face the camera.

To the audience, the girl in the video slowly drew her sword from its sheath; her gentle movements were unhurried yet seemed to possess an irresistible allure.

She slowly spread her arms, her movements as fluid as water, like a swan gracefully dancing.

Every step she took was light yet powerful, as if the air itself froze with each movement. The red-haired girl in the video seemed completely out of place amidst the hustle and bustle of reality; time itself seemed to stand still, solely for her dance and her beauty.

Silent beauty became the only language in the world at that moment. The audience felt completely captivated by her beauty and dance, unable to tear themselves away. The doubts and surprises that had troubled them gradually vanished in the face of her charm.

They were left with only one thought: she was too beautiful.

The audience's eyes were drawn to her as if by a magnet, unable to look away.

Even though the video had ended long ago, they were still captivated by the girl's beauty.

My heart was racing, but my eyes remained glued to the screen, not allowing myself to be distracted for even a moment.

In that silence, it seemed as if only she existed.

Until one of the viewers suddenly realized—a letter had jumped off the screen.

【she……】

Then, as if triggering a chain reaction, a barrage of comments appeared one after another.

"Who...who is this??"