mygo, Villain Simulator

Of course, Guitar Hero declined because he couldn't compose music.

However, this isn't a problem for you, since you plagiarized this song.

So, after sending the tune you were humming to Guitar Hero, you received a reply that they agreed.

[The song was completed very quickly afterward.]

As a token of your gratitude, in addition to paying Guitar Hero a fee, you also invited them to collaborate on releasing a video.

Your duet, "Turning the Wheel of Fortune," received an unprecedented response upon its release, after all, it's a collaboration between one of the most famous singers of our time and a guitar hero.

[Some fans have started speculating whether you two are a couple.]

[While speculating online, you learn that the guitar hero is dead.]

[Simulation ends. 】

[Level: None]

Chapter 96, male protagonist

"Wait? How could Pochi-chan be dead?"

"Also, Aine died before, but the simulation still continued, didn't it?"

Ichinose Wakaba browsed through the simulation results, and he couldn't understand why it had turned out this way.

Despite having already acquired so many excellent entries, Ichinose Wakaba still failed to clear the high-difficulty simulation.

[Chihaya Aine is because the simulation level is easy.]

[Poch-chan彡逝笼VII尔侕覇U705.COM First Release - Died because of your own actions, host.]

[Also, please remember, this is a villain simulation, not a romance simulation.]

""

Speechless at the system's response, Ichinose Wakaba decided to start with the easy mode.

After the same puppet dance, Ichinose Wakaba was presented with a choice of words.

[Simulation Subject: Goto Ichiri]

[Do you want to select this character for simulation?]

【confirm】

[Difficulty Options: Low, Medium, High]

【Low】

This life simulation is set to low difficulty.

[Please select an initial affix. After the script ends, you can choose one affix as a permanent affix based on the evaluation, and you can randomly upgrade the level of an existing affix. The level upgrade is random.]

[Voice (Red): Your fame as a singer rivals that of Michael Jackson; your singing skills surpass human limits. You are truly a treasure bestowed upon the world by God.]

[Summon Passersby (Purple): You can unexpectedly summon seemingly insignificant passersby in any situation. They will provide useful information and some useful skills, and to some extent, understand your commands.]

[Cooking Skills (Gold): You can make someone's clothes rip off, but you're still a bit short of glowing.]

[Yandere (White): You're just an ordinary yandere, the harmless kind, at most you'll take some photos secretly.]

[Male protagonist (purple): In ancient times, a woman's natural fragrance was alluring; now, your scent makes women unable to resist bathing.]

Please select three terms from the given list above. After making your selections, begin your first simulation.

Please make a selection.

"First, the song must be chosen, since it's the only red-themed entry."

"Secondly, summoning passersby is a good option, since it's equivalent to gaining a few subordinates."

"The Last"

[Do you choose the song (red), summon a passerby (purple), or the male protagonist (purple)?]

【Sure. 】

[Start simulation? 】

【confirm. 】

【Start simulation.】

[At age 0, you were born. Your clown father intervened, and you became the child of a cuckolded man who abandoned you and your mother for his career and a woman. Your mother, after seeking out your real father, was rejected.]

Afterwards, you were abandoned by your mother in an orphanage.

At age 2, you successfully became the unsung leader of the orphanage thanks to your physical strength and acting skills. However, because of the results of the last simulation, this time you'll pretend to be a bullied child and stay out of the limelight.

[At age 3, the heir of the Toyokawa family came to the orphanage for charity work, and you successfully avoided their attention by pretending to be naive.]

At age 4, you were not adopted by the Toyokawa family, and Old Master Toyokawa did not break down because of Mizue Toyokawa's death.

"Isn't this just saying that in the last simulation, Xiangzi's mother's death was because of me?"

After making a few sarcastic remarks, Ichinose Wakaba continued with the simulation.

At eight years old, you continue to reign as the unsung emperor of the orphanage.

At eight years old, you continue to reign as the unsung emperor of the orphanage.

At eight years old, you continue to reign as the unsung emperor of the orphanage.

At eight years old, you continue to reign as the unsung emperor of the orphanage.

[9 years old]

At 15, you became an ordinary high school student. Because of your pretense, you became invisible at school, and even got bullied on the first day of school.

However, after you secretly intervened a few times, those who bullied you either became new victims because their parents had been taken away for committing crimes, or they were unlucky enough to die in car accidents on the road.

In short, because of your underhanded tactics, you've been called a jinx behind your back.

[For this reason, those who bullied you have shifted from physical violence to passive-aggressive behavior.]

However, for you, this is actually a good thing.

At 16, you've moved to a different class in your second year of high school, and you meet a girl.

That girl, like you, is practically invisible in class. Of course, the reason she's invisible is different from yours; hers is because she's aloof.

Just like Yukino Yukinoshita, who is aloof and unapproachable, that pink-haired girl is also someone who keeps people at a distance for the same reason.

[He stood out from the crowd, carrying a guitar, wearing sportswear instead of a school uniform, with refined features and a cold expression, making people hesitant to approach him.]

Just like Yamada Ryo, in other people's eyes, that pink-haired girl was a cool beauty who played music.

Of course, you don't want to provoke them either.

However, the accident happened just like that.

[It happened after school one day. As someone who had been subjected to passive-aggressive treatment, you once again had to clean up for your group.]

[And while you were carrying the empty trash can back into the classroom...]

[Enable augmented reality mode?]

"Ah this"

Ichinose Wakaba clicked "confirm" without hesitation, and then a classroom bathed in the setting sun appeared before him.

The last rays of the setting sun streamed through the windows into the classroom, casting a warm and tranquil glow. Ichinose Wakaba blinked slightly, as if she hadn't quite adjusted to the sudden sight.

No matter how many times he clicked "confirm," the sudden shift in perspective made it hard for him to adjust—everything before him felt so real, unlike a virtual illusion.

The desks and chairs were neatly arranged, and the blackboard on the wall still had chalk marks that hadn't been erased. The evening breeze outside the window gently stirred the curtains, bringing a slight chill.

Ichinose Wakaba subconsciously took a step forward, the wooden floor creaking slightly. Just then, he heard a faint sound—like someone turning pages of a book, or someone reciting softly. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw the last rays of the setting sun casting a long shadow in the corner of the classroom, at the end of which seemed to be a person sitting.

The shadow seemed unaware of Ichinose Wakaba's arrival. The pink-haired girl was frantically crying into her phone, "What should I do? My lie has been exposed!"

It wasn't until Ichinose Wakaba reached the other person that the lingering wind awakened Goto Ichiri.

"you saw it?"

The girl's voice was filled with fear; after all, her biggest secret had been discovered—she was doomed!!! "I said I was super popular online and it's been found out!!!"

The momentary lie left the pink-haired girl bewildered. She tilted her head back, revealing a pitiful expression that exposed her delicate face, previously hidden by her overly long bangs, to Ichinose Wakaba.

Even more so, because of holding a mobile phone, her back was no longer hunched over, which made her figure, which was several times more developed than her peers, more visible.

At this moment, Ichinose Wakaba wanted to test the ability of the term "male protagonist in a hentai" (or "hentai") to describe something.

Chapter 97, Chapter **: I'm Your Boyfriend

The young woman gently pushed open the door. The last rays of the setting sun had not yet completely faded, casting a warm glow on the entryway floor. Her breathing was slightly rapid, and her heart was still pounding from what had just happened.

Goto Ichiri lowered her head, her steps slightly unsteady as she changed her shoes. Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, even the tips of her ears were tinged with a blush. She pressed her face hard, trying to lower her temperature, but the image of that person uncontrollably surfaced in her mind—his voice, his smile, even that fleeting touch…

"No, no, now is not the time to think about this!"

Goto Ichiri tried to keep her breathing steady, but as soon as she stepped into the entryway, a familiar voice came from the living room—

"He's back."

The girl in pink trembled violently, the blush on her face still lingering. She instinctively shrank her neck, afraid that her family would notice something was wrong.

"Why so late?"

Goto's mother peeked out, her gaze sweeping over her daughter's slightly flushed cheeks, and a hint of doubt appeared on her face. "Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

Because of her daughter's withdrawn nature, Goto's mother didn't consider any possible solutions.

"No, no!" The girl waved her hand abruptly, hurriedly lowering her head to change her shoes. "It's just a little hot outside..."

"But it's perfectly cool outside!" The naturally naive father chimed in, his eyes filled with a hint of doubt. "Did something happy happen?"

"No, no!"

Thinking about what had happened before, Goto Ichiri's voice suddenly rose, and even her ears turned a little red, "I-I'm going back to my room!"

After saying that, she ran hurriedly to the room like a startled deer. Her steps were so rapid that even Jimmy, the cat in the house, was startled. He yelled and jumped onto the sofa to hide.

"What's wrong with Ichiri-chan...?"

Watching her eldest daughter's flustered figure, Goto's mother felt somewhat worried. Because of her personality, although the Goto family tried their best to help Goto Ichiri, they still worried that she might be bullied at school.

"I know, my sister is in love!"

When faced with this joking remark in their second daughter's book, Goto's parents burst into laughter—"Impossible, impossible!"

Although she's very confident in her daughter's looks and figure, when it comes to romance, she's definitely not interested in meeting her partner at all.

Meanwhile, Goto Ichiri was already huddled in her room, covering her burning face, her mind filled with only one thought—what should I do? I have a boyfriend?!

Previously, I was posting fake tweets at school: "My boyfriend and I are at Disneyland right now~ He ordered roasted turkey legs for me~"

A few minutes after the message was sent, Goto Ichiri saw this reply: Huh? But Disney doesn't sell turkey legs today because they're out of stock and have been taken off the shelves.

And that was it. Goto Ichiri began to struggle with how to turn her lie into the truth.

After a period of time, the lie was replaced by new facts.

Fans1: Wow, the guitar hero boyfriend's figure is so good.

Fans2: I'm so envious of those muscles!

Fans3: The key is that his face is super handsome too!!!

Anti: Pshaw, where did you find this fake image from?

Anti: It must have used a beauty filter.

Fans1: It's not a fake picture. Didn't you see that the words "Guitar Hero" are written on the boyfriend's hand?

Fans2: How boring, you guys are just jealous of Guitar Hero.

Anti: Hmph! Guitar Hero lied first! She clearly didn't go to Disneyland! She went to karaoke!

Fans3: It's because of people like you that Guitar Hero doesn't dare to say where he went!

After that, the online uproar had nothing to do with Goto Ichiri anymore, because she was being asked to pay compensation.

Neon lights cast shifting shadows on the corridor ceiling, and the thick, soft carpet made footsteps barely audible. On either side of the corridor were rows of tightly closed KTV rooms, their heavy doors lined with black soundproofing material, making the entire passage exceptionally quiet, as if this were a quiet library rather than a glittering entertainment venue.

Inside the private room, colorful lights swirled and flashed, and the subwoofer from the speakers made the air vibrate, creating a lively and intoxicating atmosphere.