mygo, Villain Simulator

Through his senses, Leo discovered that the other person hadn't rejected him, the monster others saw him as. On the contrary, in their musical collaboration, Lena acknowledged its existence as her "left hand."

Leo began to realize that the girl wasn't cold; she just wasn't good at expressing herself. For her, music was the language, and it was now trying to respond to her in Lena's language.

That day, Lena played for a very long time, longer than usual.

The girl seemed unafraid of being tired, nor of it.

Only occasionally would he pause, stare at Leo for a while while he remained motionless, and then continue.

As if to confirm that it was still there—her guitar companion.

Chapter 183 The Transformation of You and Me

As the sun was setting, Yoro Nai ran alone into the livehouse with the big sign hanging on it—RING.

The girl's steps were light and quick, like some kind of wild animal returning to a familiar forest. She pushed open the metal door with a creak.

The air was filled with the low-frequency echoes of the mixing console and the lingering smell of electricity from the speakers. Dim lights shone on the stage, and the walls were covered with posters and handwritten notes, creating a lively yet orderly atmosphere.

Near the stage, several girls were sitting together.

The girl with short gray hair sat on the edge of the stool, nervously looking back and forth at the group. She sensed something and nervously bit her lip.

The black-haired girl stood ramrod straight, arms crossed, one foot planted on the floor, and spoke in a cold, hard tone to the pink-haired girl opposite her:

"Are you even serious about running a band?"

The pink-haired girl tilted her head, but her smile was somewhat perfunctory: "Yes, but... I just thought I'd give it a try, it's not like I signed a contract."

"What kind of attitude is this? We're not just dabbling in this!" The black-haired girl frowned, her tone growing increasingly aggressive.

Faced with this scene, the gray-haired girl lowered her head even further. She didn't speak, but her fingertips curled slightly on her knees.

The phrase "It's not like we signed a contract" was more painful for Gao Songdeng than anything else.

After all, she once said, "A band for life."

—It turns out the other party didn't take it seriously.

"Alright, alright..." The brown-haired girl quickly spoke up to smooth things over, grabbing the black-haired girl's arm. "Lixi, didn't we already agree to finish this live performance first?"

The black-haired girl clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, but ultimately did not continue the argument.

"Let's maintain the status quo until next month's live, okay?" the brown-haired girl asked the pink-haired girl.

"Okay." The other person shrugged, looking somewhat innocent. "I didn't say I wouldn't act."

The air was still a bit stiff, but at least the surface balance was maintained.

Yoro stood by the door for a while, neither approaching nor making a sound, just watching quietly.

A barely perceptible glint flashed in her eyes.

Leo noticed it beneath the skin of his left hand.

—That emotion was unlike the satisfaction she felt while eating a matcha sundae, or the tranquility she exuded while holding a guitar.

This is a longing. An emotion that doesn't belong to the surface consciousness, yet spreads like ripples.

“...band.” Kaoru uttered the word softly.

The voice was very soft, but in her heart it was like a pointer pointing in a certain direction.

Leo sensed these subtle changes within the girl's body.

Lenai stood still, but quietly clenched her left hand.

She loves music, she loves the guitar, Leo already knew that—but at this moment, for the first time, her "love" is not just about playing solo, not just about immersing herself in music alone.

Yoro wanted to get closer to the group of people and see what they were like when they played.

—I want to be one of them.

Even if she is not good at expressing herself or speaking.

The girl just stood there, watching, not daring to approach.

But that desire to get closer was clearer than ever before.

"contradiction."

The girl said something softly, and then the corners of her mouth actually curved slightly.

It wasn't mockery, but rather an expression of attraction—

Just like when she first touched her grandmother's guitar, she felt novelty, curiosity, and even a little excitement.

You moved your left hand slightly.

“You’re laughing,” Leo said in a low voice.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"why?"

"interesting."

The girl with heterochromia used the same word again, short and without explanation, but the emotion was genuine.

She didn't know why these people were arguing, nor did she fully understand what "a band for life" meant.

But Lena felt something different—a different temperature, unlike when she played the guitar herself.

Those voices, those words, those hearts that rose and fell with disappointment or expectation.

The girl didn't understand, but she wanted to get closer.

Because she loves music.

But Lenai thinks that perhaps a band would be more interesting.

In the darkness of night, only Yoro Nai walked quietly through the alley.

She carried a guitar case on her back, her heels barely making a sound as she walked. The dim streetlights cast long, lonely shadows.

The parasite hidden in the girl's left arm had already sensed something.

The being named Leo writhed slightly beneath the skin.

A dog came out from ahead.

With a clean appearance and normal physique, it is impossible to tell the difference between it and an ordinary dog ​​unless you are familiar with it.

Kolio knew that it wasn't a dog.

"They've arrived," it whispered to itself.

Just then, the dog stopped. It didn't bark, but just stared in their direction with emotionless eyes.

The next moment, a low, guttural fluctuation of consciousness came through, like a whispered message—

You... are the same kind.

You need to stop walking and turn your head to the side.

"A dog?" she whispered, but there was no curiosity in her voice, only a certain judgment.

"No," the girl added softly.

The skin on his left arm trembled, and Leo released barely visible tentacles, maintaining a delicate fighting distance with his opponent.

Haven't you taken control of the host yet?

"There's no need," Leo replied casually.

That human is just an empty shell, why do you want to keep her?

She is not an empty shell. Leo's voice was deep.

The parasitic dog was silent for a moment, then a glint flashed in its eyes.

You have been affected.

Maybe.

Weak fellow human beings... then you have no reason to exist.

As soon as the words were spoken, the head of the "dog" suddenly split open, like a blooming flower of malice, with sharp tentacles shooting out from the flesh and rushing towards Yao Lenai.

The movement was so fast that an ordinary person would never be able to react.

But in the next instant, his left hand suddenly changed; blade-like tentacles shot out from Leo's body, tracing an arc in the air—

"Crack——!"

A sound like shattering porcelain rang out as the parasitic dog's head was severed in mid-air, blood and flesh splattering as the remains fell to the ground, limp and convulsing.

The killing took less than a second.

The alleyway fell silent again.

You need to stand still and look at the corpse on the ground.

There was no screaming, no backing away, not even a furrowed brow.

She glanced at her left hand and then calmly said:

"Bad guy."

His left hand twitched slightly, as if in response.

The girl walked to the corpse, glanced at it, squatted down, and poked at it—as if checking if the roadside animal was still alive.

Then he stood up, clapped his hands, and continued walking forward.

After taking a few steps, she suddenly turned around, looked at her left arm, and said in a monologue-like voice, "Leo, don't be a bad person."

The tone wasn't like a warning, but more like a gentle reminder.

Kaoru never asked about Leo's identity, nor did she understand the logic of "parasites." All she knew was that he was her left hand, a monster friend she picked up from the roadside.

Since we're friends, we can't be bad people.

The wind blew by, lifting the strands of hair that fell from the heterochromatic-eyed girl's head, and also brushing against Leo's slightly twitching sensory organs.

He silently retracted his tentacles.

At that moment, Leo realized that he was no longer a mere "biological weapon," no longer existing only to devour.

He has a name.

He is Leo—

Yao Lena's left hand is that of this eccentric girl's friend.

He's not a bad person.

Chapter 184 Leo is drawing Lenore

At one year old, you arrived on this blue planet with a mission.

Like your other companions, you follow the records etched into your genetic information to find a suitable partner.

However, unlike other partners, the one you chose is quite unique.

The other party is not afraid of you, nor has it been devoured by you or become a part of you.

Instead, you became part of a girl named Kaname Rakuna.

[Even more so, because of the other person, you changed the instinct ingrained in your genes—not to be a bad person.]

[To you, an alien visitor, what constitutes a bad person?]

This is not a range that can be easily defined.

Having not grown up in human society, the differences between you as an individual and the Earth prevent you from understanding why people perceive bad people as bad.

For you, that's just instinct.

It's like humans cruelly killing animals to satisfy their appetite and survival instincts.

Your cruelty towards humans is merely instinct; it's just another human act.

However, perhaps it's because your cooperation style is different from the other partners, or perhaps it's because of the magical girl, Renai.

Don't become the "bad person" they describe.

You begin your studies.