Villain Simulator-Chapter 110: What Can You Simulate?

’Looks like I really need to have a good chat with my system if I want to maximize my profit.’

I mused silently, feeling my earlier excitement wane, and my eyes became sharp because I knew the system was a hard nut to crack.

Not to mention, what I had grasped was a mere corner of what could come to haunt me during the event, and the rest of the road was still a dangerous one.

Regardless, I was not afraid.

"As long as I am prepared enough, I can overcome any danger."

With determination fueling my actions, I swiftly wrapped up our work in the warehouse. Charlotte seemed baffled by my ability to control Chaos energy, but since I didn’t say much, she didn’t ask more.

Yet a thoughtful expression lingered on her face, hinting at her deep contemplation as we made our way back home.

*****

The sun had dipped halfway below the horizon, painting the sky and my face with a crimson hue as I sat by the window of my room, contemplating the conversation I had been postponing all day.

Gathering my resolve, I whispered into the air.

"Hey, System."

[Yes, host.]

Despite having rehearsed the words in my mind countless times, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of uncertainty as I finally brought up the subject.

"Who or what are you?"

[The system is called Villain Simulator, created by Primordial Goddess Darkness to help the host eradicate protagonists from different worlds.]

"Same old dialogue; you know this is not what I am asking about." I sighed with frustration.

[The system is unable to understand.]

[Please explain clearly, host.]

"... Forget it. Let’s talk about something else. You know, since the day I’ve been with you, I’ve scolded or badmouthed you multiple times, calling you names like a bitch, a female dog, and god knows what else. Don’t you feel anything? Don’t you get angry? Don’t you hate me?"

My questions were, of course, futile, and I knew it, but I couldn’t help but voice my thoughts, trying to push and get a glimpse at the system’s limitations or boundaries.

Sadly, I failed to get any reaction from this insentient entity.

[The system does not have intelligence or emotions...]

The response was as expected, so I completely ignored it and continued to speak as if it wasn’t the system I was talking to but someone else.

"You know, something has always puzzled me: your name is Villain Simulator. I doubt your creator chose that title arbitrarily. And if it was arbitrary, why not something like ’World Traveling System’ or simply ’The Villain System’? Why Simulator?"

[...]

"Even if you could simulate worlds, only the Tutorial World was a simulation; the rest were all real. So, if it’s not a simulation but a real world, isn’t that completely contradictory to your supposed purpose? From the beginning, you’ve taken the stance of letting me explore your features myself. So, let me ask now: Since you are a simulator, what can you simulate?"

[...]

My monologue wasn’t without motive; I wanted to tell the system, or whoever was behind it, that I was not an idiot.

Since I knew I was being used and there was a reason behind my existence in this world, I wanted to raise my value and garner more benefits for myself, because only in that way could I clear the obstructions that lay in my path.

I too had my own ambitions, after all.

Moreover, even if my assumptions were incorrect, there would be no loss on my end, only a minor dent in my pride, which I cared little about.

So, I patiently awaited the system’s response. Time trickled by, seconds morphing into minutes, yet the system remained silent.

[...]

However, just as I was on the verge of getting up from my position after ten long minutes, the seemingly dead system suddenly stirred to life, giving me a response.

[Anything and Everything]

[Tip: Simulations are subject to respective constraints.]

Staring at the system’s prompt, my pupils dilated almost to pinpoints.

My hunch was correct!

But it wasn’t the time to be lost in shock or excitement. Since the system, or whoever was behind it, had decided to open up, I immediately posed the next question.

"Good. What are the constraints, and what’s the price?"

[Price is equal exchange]

[Tip: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and a life for a life]

[Caution: If the host is unable to pay the price of the simulation, the system will take it forcibly from the host.]

[Warning: There are entities and secrets in this world that surpass the host’s current comprehension. The deeper you delve into the abyss of simulation, confronting the laws of the world, the more attention you will draw from these entities.]

Examining the system’s calculated choice of words and how it did not clarify the dangers, a slight twitch of annoyance brushed my eyebrows, but I maintained my composure.

I knew the system wouldn’t hand me a game-changing cheat without a catch or cost, and while a multitude of ideas and applications flooded my mind regarding the system’s terms of caution and warning, each assumption demanded confirmation.

So, I pressed for further clarification.

"Can you explain in detail? Is it a post-paid type of service? I understand ’eye for eye,’ but whose eye? What or who are these entities?"

[...]

Unfortunately, it seemed our conversation had reached its conclusion. Despite my attempts to delve deeper, the system only reverted to its usual behavior.

Observing this, I chose not to pursue the matter further; instead, I remained seated by the window, lost in contemplation.

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Soon, the sun fully sank below the horizon, and after sharing dinner with everyone, I returned to my room with Rachael.

Because of the bizarre situation surrounding Rachael, I didn’t ignore her; rather, I boldly hugged her and tossed her around all night.

We were like a newlywed couple, madly in love with each other.

*****

Night passed, morning came, and it was the last day before Rachael’s awakening.

"Today’s going to be hectic."

However, I was not the only one working. I made everyone work their ass off, and no one was left to dilly-dally, not even the heroines.

I was not the one to keep empty vases beside me, and everyone was assigned tasks that only they could perform tomorrow.

Thus, except for Rachael and Kiara, everyone was dispatched to dungeons to level up as much as they could.

Even Charlotte was sent away by me to level up. It didn’t matter if the increase was just one level, considering her already high rank; I made her strive for it.

"I hope you won’t disappoint me, my girls, or else don’t blame me for being rude."

Since Charlotte was away, today I was accompanied by a group of [Shadow Guards]—a small but fiercely loyal elite squad. I had obtained temporary command authority over them from my father to assist me in my tasks and ensure my safety.

With them escorting me, my first stop in the morning was the dentist’s office, where I collected the items I had commissioned.

Then, it was a series of dungeon runs, during which I focused on leveling up until Charlotte’s return in the evening. At that point, I reassigned the Shadow Guards to various tasks across different locations.

Later, accompanied by Charlotte and Daisy, I revisited the two girls, injecting them once more with Chaos Energy, before meeting with Kiara, Sylvia, and others.

Kiara was temporarily relocated to a site near our Vaiself Group headquarters, while Sylvia was informed to be on standby for further instructions.

They both didn’t know what happened, but with Mrs. Thompson there, I left the explanation to her.

Finally, back at my villa’s garage, I utilized the truckload of intermediate and high-level monster cores provided by my father in the Chaos Ritual to get everything I needed in bulk.

The power I had at hand at the moment was enough to level an ordinary whole city, but this was New York, headquarters of the USA’s top three guilds, and I couldn’t shake off a lingering sense of apprehension.

’Sigh! I have done all I can. Now I just hope my preparations will be sufficient.’

Night fell, and I found myself reclining comfortably on the sofa in my room, enveloped in darkness, while Charlotte stood behind me, massaging my shoulders.

The tranquil atmosphere felt like the calm before a storm, and it seemed that the wheels of fate had already started rotating because it was at this moment that Charlotte’s phone rang, breaking the silence.

She answered it quickly, speaking briefly before hanging up.

Turning to me, she relayed the news calmly.

"Master, I just received an update. The San Francisco Dungeon, the one you instructed us to monitor and which had been blocked for a month, has been successfully cleared."

’So soon!’

My eyes flashed with an inexplicable cold reception of moonlight coming through the windows.

In the novel, the dungeon was only cleared a week later, but since Rachael got a pre-awakening, this much was to be expected.

"The flight from San Francisco to New York should take about 5–6 hours, so our prey will be arriving in the early morning... Charlotte, prepare the Shadow Guards and contact Mrs. Thompson and Sylvia; let them know it’s time to settle the bet Sylvia lost."

"Yes, Master, right away."

Since the Dungeon had been cleared, it was certain that the protagonist, Adam Taylor, had gotten his chance.

But for what?

In the end, he worked so hard for more than 3 weeks—wasn’t it all to make a wedding dress for me?

’Should I say, as expected of the protagonist? How generous and kind-hearted, hehehe.’

I laughed sinisterly in my heart, but I was not at all giddy because I knew that his arrival signified the official start of the event.

’I just hope things don’t escalate to the point where I have to resort to "that."’

As for the protagonist himself?

’I’ve prepared not one but many gifts for you, my brother-in-law. I trust you’ll relish them while I tend to your mother and enjoy your sister to my heart’s content.’

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Life’s journey is like a labyrinth of choices, each door opening to a world unknown. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, there are gates that beckon with forbidden allure, promising power beyond measure. But beware, for once crossed, these gates alter destiny’s course, leading us down paths untrodden, forever changing the fabric of our existence.