mygo, Villain Simulator

Shoko Toyokawa stared at the numbers on the screen in disbelief, her finger hovering above the screen, frozen in mid-air as she was about to swipe away.

"How can it be……"

Toyokawa Shoko muttered to herself, unable to resist checking the number of digits for the view count one more time.

The number "hundred million" is correct.

She jerked closer to the screen, rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and counted the astonishing number again. She wasn't mistaken; it really was "hundred million."

With over 100 million views, this is something that just any video can achieve.

In the dream, none of the videos posted on YouTube by Toyokawa Shoko's Fastest Martial Arts Hall Galaxy Fleet Mother Chicken Card reached over 100 million views.

It's important to know that most videos that reach over 100 million views are either music videos by international superstars, trending events that sweep the globe, or legendary creations.

These videos often transcend language and cultural barriers, attracting the attention of countless people and potentially influencing future trends on the internet.

"It's amazing."

Shoko Toyokawa's finger hovered at the top of the screen, the gesture of swiping away lingering. Finally, with an almost awe-inspiring curiosity, she tapped it gently, and the video slowly loaded.

What kind of content can captivate countless viewers worldwide?

Thinking this way, Toyokawa Shoko's heart inexplicably quickened. She felt that she might be able to get some help from the other party's video—helpful for increasing the popularity of her hen card.

Previously, Toyokawa Shoko had some ideas about how to change the status quo. However, because she hadn't experienced the Black Knife Night and hadn't been broken down by Takamatsu Akari's "Spring Shadow," which wasn't about bitterness, the blue-haired girl didn't have any plans to form a band yet.

After experiencing that strange dream, which she did not witness the Night of the Black Knife, Toyokawa Shoko decided to form the Mother Hen Card.

"Although I failed in the dream, it was because of Wakaba."

The woman blamed all the reasons for the failed dream of the hen on her husband, who had lied to her her whole life, without considering whether it was her own fault, and then clicked on the video.

The girl started watching the video.

"This music is so intense."

Toyokawa Shoko frowned slightly; the melody coming from her headphones was powerful and full of rhythm.

However, despite the exhilarating prelude, she still detected an unusual emotion within it—sadness.

The blue-haired girl closed her eyes and listened carefully. The melody's rise and fall were mixed with a suppressed emotion, like a sob surging deep in her heart, forcibly wrapped in the rousing drumbeats.

This emotion is not abrupt; on the contrary, it gives the whole piece a deeper emotional impact.

Amidst this somber atmosphere, the scene suddenly shifts, and a man wearing a black hood appears in the video.

Toyokawa Shoko blinked, looked at the other person's strange attire, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"This outfit is so interesting!"

She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, maintaining the dignified demeanor befitting a young lady. Even when she was alone in her room, it was still her habit to smile without showing her teeth.

However, in that instant, Toyokawa Shoko suddenly realized that she felt much more relaxed than before.

The young woman, who works as a telephone customer service representative, listens to all sorts of voices and responds to all kinds of emotions every day. Suppression, irritability, and anxiety have become ingrained habits, to the point that she herself is hardly aware of them.

But now this seemingly nonsensical video has allowed Toyokawa Shoko to temporarily forget her burdens, and it has made her even more relaxed than playing the piano in the music room after school every day.

The girl's lips unconsciously curled up, and this discovery made Toyokawa Shoko pause for a moment.

"So that's why everyone likes funny videos."

For the first time, she truly understood the meaning of these videos.

Perhaps, in the future, when I feel mentally exhausted, I can try to relax in this way.

The blue-haired girl relaxed her body a little, changing from kneeling upright on the tatami to leaning her back against the wall, and she gently exhaled.

"This must be what psychology calls relaxation therapy."

Intrigued, Toyokawa Shoko's gaze followed the video's progress bar until, at a certain moment, her fingers paused slightly.

The man on the screen made a gesture, standard and sharp, subtly exuding a professional-level sense of pressure. Although the video's style leaned towards comedy, that instantaneous movement was precise and efficient, carrying the composure and decisiveness unique to someone with practical experience.

—Starting stance?

Toyokawa Shoko paused for a moment, then the image of her family's bodyguards flashed through her mind. She had been accustomed to these highly trained individuals since childhood; she could discern their skill level simply from their posture or a glance. The man before her, however, was even more formidable than her family's bodyguards…

Strangely, despite the fact that he seemed to have nothing to do with her, a strange sense of familiarity arose in Toyokawa Shoko's heart.

She squinted slightly, staring at the man on the screen.

"Why...does this look familiar?"

For some reason, Toyokawa Shoko felt like she had seen this person somewhere before. Although his face was covered by a black hood, the familiarity in her heart told her—I must know him!

Moreover, it's not the kind of familiarity you feel after meeting someone a few times, but a more profound kind of familiarity.

And this idea became a reality as the video progress bar moved down.

Yes, try to make Toyokawa Shoko's actions in the story more believable, even if they seem like she's deliberately seeking trouble.

Chapter 80 It wasn't him.

Toyokawa Shoko is running.

The usually dignified and elegant young lady disregarded her image at this moment, her hurried footsteps echoing in the corridor of the dilapidated apartment, even her long blue hair fluttering slightly with her rapid movements.

Her heart was pounding, not just from the panting from running, but also from the emotions welling up inside her—anxiety, anticipation, and even a touch of unease.

Previously, the video showed a scene where the black-hooded man imitated Izumi Shiro from Fist of the North Star, causing his clothes to rip. Although when Toyokawa Shoko first saw the naked stranger, her eyes widened instinctively and she gasped slightly, her female instincts and her upbringing as a young lady made her want to close her eyes, and her fingertips almost pressed the exit button.

But the next second, accompanied by those attractive muscles and professional strength, Toyokawa Shoko's rationality returned instantly—it was true.

Having seen the real thing before, Toyokawa Shoko could tell the black-hooded man was professional. Both the speed and power of his punches suggested he had put in a lot of hard work.

Toyokawa Shoko sincerely admires and respects people who diligently hone their skills.

Therefore, she no longer uses a woman's gaze, as Toyokawa Shoko feels that using that gaze is disrespectful to the other person.

However, Toyokawa Shoko raised her eyebrows slightly. The slight sense of shame that had surged up from the sudden "clothing rip" had disappeared, and her eyes were filled with suspicion.

Especially after seeing the mark on his abdomen—it was him!

Although it was a dream, in the dream, Toyokawa Shoko and Ichinose Wakaba were lovers and husband and wife for 64 years.

It could be said that the blue-haired girl was the person in the world most familiar with Ichinose Wakaba's body, even more so than Wakaba herself.

Therefore, at a glance, Toyokawa Shoko was certain that the person in the video was her husband from her dreams.

Then, at a second glance, the blue-haired girl saw that familiar background wall.

Previously, Toyokawa Shoko had spent a long time searching for a cheap place to rent. She had seen similar walls in the video before.

Originally, Toyokawa Shoko wanted to rent that room, but when she went to check out the room she was currently renting to compare it, the room had already been rented by someone else.

Therefore, as a second choice, Toyokawa Shoko opted for this place, which was more expensive in terms of both its age and rent.

As the girl ran, the familiar house came into view. The distance was only 5 minutes, but she could run it in just 2 minutes.

Shoko Toyokawa's steps slowly came to a stop downstairs at the apartment building, her chest heaving rapidly, her long blue hair, slightly disheveled from running, fluttering gently in the night breeze.

She looked up at the window with a faint light on.

—It really is here.

Even if it was just a blurry glass window, even if it was separated by several layers of reality, Toyokawa Shoko could still sense the person behind that window. Her hands unconsciously clenched, and her palms became slightly sweaty.

Should we go see him?

The hot-blooded young lady backed down. The passion that had surged within her as she ran suddenly cooled, as if her reason had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

Previously, after waking up from the dream, Toyokawa Shoko tried to find Ichinose Wakaba, but her attitude hurt her deeply—we are just strangers.

Even though she knew it was just a dream, even though she had been deceived by him her whole life in the dream, even though he didn't love her, Toyokawa Shoko still wanted to lean on his arms. It would have been even better if Ichinose Wakaba could have patted her back gently.

In this way, Toyokawa Shoko felt that all her bitterness, exhaustion, and grievances could disappear.

Unfortunately, that person wasn't the one in my dream.

"...I rushed over in a moment of impulse, what am I doing... I'm such a mess!"

Toyokawa Shoko bit her lower lip lightly, her fingertips tightening slightly, but she eventually loosened her fist.

She took a step back and gazed deeply at the window. The girl's figure blended into the shadows of the night, as if hiding or suppressing some emotion that was about to burst forth.

"leave."

The person hidden in the moonlight took one last look at the window. She was about to turn and leave, her footsteps almost drowning out her heavy breathing, when she suddenly heard a soft creak behind her.

—The sound of a window opening.

Toyokawa Shoko's body suddenly stopped, frozen in place, and that familiar image instantly flashed into her mind.

The voice seemed like a summons, pulling her back from her escape.

The girl's heart raced, and she couldn't help but turn around to face the window again.

——Is it him?

The faint light shining through the window illuminated the young lady's face. Toyokawa Shoko couldn't help but look up, her eyes fixed on that direction, gazing at the open window. A strange feeling rose in her heart, as if time and space had somehow intersected at that moment.

Shoko Toyokawa stood there, overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions. Her steps faltered, her thoughts a jumbled mess, beyond her control.

However, the figure she was looking forward to did not appear outside the window. That familiar back and warm eyes did not appear in the blue-haired girl's sight.

Inside the window was a red-haired girl whose beauty seemed otherworldly.

Seeing someone she didn't want to see, Toyokawa Shoko's eyes stung slightly, as if something had pierced them deeply. The girl couldn't help but lower her head, tears almost instantly overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

—It wasn't him.

Toyokawa Shoko felt a sudden emptiness in her heart, as if all her strength had been drained away. Even though she had a premonition, even though she knew it was just her imagination, she couldn't help but hope, couldn't help but expect, to see him at that moment, to see the familiar man from her dreams.

But the reality is so cruel.

Toyokawa Shoko closed her eyes, forcing back tears, the pain in her heart piercing her chest like needles. She touched the corner of her eye, gently wiping away the tear that had quietly slipped down her cheek, as if trying to soothe the fragility and loss within her.

"not him……"

She whispered, her voice barely audible, yet carrying an unspoken disappointment.

"How...how could I be so weak?"

Toyokawa Shoko's voice trembled as she muttered to herself, barely audible even to herself. She clenched her hands so tightly that her fingertips almost pierced her skin, yet her inner vulnerability still surged like a tidal wave.

The decisive and efficient president of the Toyokawa Group in her dream was now as vulnerable as a little girl. Despite experiencing so many events in her dream, Toyokawa Shoko still resembled a little girl at this moment.

Perhaps it's because she has never grown up, since in her dreams, the things that Toyokawa Shoko faces are all dealt with by Ichinose Wakaba and Toyokawa Noboru.

Suffering and disaster, all of it is handled behind the scenes by others. Praise and beauty, all of it is enjoyed by Toyokawa Shoko.

The blue-haired girl didn't turn around; she simply raised her head, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down. But every time she tried to take a step, the indescribable pain in her heart pulled her back again.

At this moment, she was like an ordinary girl, fragile and lost, like many others, unable to find her own direction in this complex world.

Like many others, I hope to have someone who can help me.

Chapter 81 Can you entrust your life to me?

"Is flower tea okay?"

The girl's voice was like a treasure bestowed upon the world by heaven, like the first rays of morning sunlight falling on a lake, gentle and bright, carrying an indescribable sanctity and uniqueness. Each note was like the whisper of an angel, carrying a mysterious power, yet not ostentatious. It drifted in softly, like a pearl fallen from the starry sky, landing in every inch of the world's air, as if inlaid with pure radiance.

Her tone was clear and pure, like a mountain spring, flowing gently and slowly, washing away all the noise of the world.

Toyokawa Shoko stood there, her gaze slightly unfocused, her thoughts drifting away with the girl's voice. That ethereal voice was like a gentle breeze, softly brushing against the turmoil in the blue-haired girl's heart, gradually calming her surging emotions.

Each word seemed to gently caress Toyokawa Shoko's heart, taking away all her repression and unease.

"OK thanks."

Toyokawa Shoko gently opened her eyes, slowly shifting her attention away from the ethereal voice, her gaze beginning to wander around her. Her eyes, like ripples on water, swept over every detail.

The room wasn't brightly lit, but it was warm and soft enough to make everything feel inviting. The dim light spilled onto the wooden floor, bathing every inch of space in a tranquil glow. A cactus sat in the corner, exuding a refreshing scent, seemingly blending seamlessly into the environment.

[Same as in the video.]

With just one glance, Toyokawa Shoko was certain that this was the same room she had seen in the video. Not to mention the camera on the table and the page where the video was uploaded.

Continuing on, Toyokawa Shoko examined the screen in her notebook. The creator page named neko clearly indicated that the red-haired girl dressed as a shrine maiden was the owner of the video she had just watched.

"Please use."

The girl in the shrine maiden's outfit carefully handed the teacup to Toyokawa Shoko. Only then did Toyokawa Shoko have time to carefully examine the girl who had brought her back to the house.

The girl, dressed in a shrine maiden's outfit, was tall and slender, slightly taller than Toyokawa Shoko. Her long white sleeves hung down gently, and her red skirt swayed softly in the breeze.