[0 years old, you were born.]
[Your mother passed away from the horrific Stellaron disaster while you were still in your infancy.]
[You and your sister were adopted by "The Family" of Penacony.]
[You are given the name "Sunday" and grow up under the protection of the Oak Family.]
His consciousness floated, as if observing another world through a thin film. Jiang Mo felt as though he had become this child named "Sunday," yet he retained the clear-headedness of a spectator.
My first simulation, and it's this heavyweight? Sunday, one of the masterminds of Penacony, the chicken-wing boy, the sis-con?
Sunday's life, though he was ultimately defeated by the protagonists, was that of a respectable major villain who nearly achieved the level of an Aeon. Still, this starting setup, parents dead and a little sister to look after? Such a cliché.
[1 year old, you rarely cry, remaining as quiet as a little adult. When you are first able to pick up building blocks on your own, you subconsciously arrange them neatly by color and shape. You cannot tolerate the slightest bit of chaos.]
[2 years old, your observational skills are astonishing. You always sit quietly in a corner, meticulously observing the every move of family members and servants. When you want milk, you never cry. You use suggestive gestures far beyond your age to make the servant in charge of you not only meet your needs but also willingly fetch you an extra portion.]
Not bad, kid. Mastered the art of manipulation at two years old? That must be the [Silver-Tongued] Trait at work.
[3 years old, your sister Robin's singing voice is beautiful, one of the few bright spots in your life.]
[4 years old, you can already flawlessly recite the codes of the Oak Family. You begin to develop a curiosity beyond your years about the family's complex power structure and internal workings.]
[5 years old, you and your sister discover an abandoned Hallelucy Pigeon in the courtyard.]
[You take the initiative to suggest building a temporary cage for it, caring for it diligently.]
[You decide that once it regains its strength and learns to fly, you will release it back into the sky.]
[Your sister, Robin, agrees.]
[Through your joint efforts, the little Hallelucy Pigeon grows stronger day by day, its wings becoming full and strong.]
[Finally, the day comes when you open the cage.]
[You watch it beat its wings, struggling to fly higher and higher, eventually disappearing into the horizon.]
[However, that evening, when you are alone, you discover the cold, dead body of the Hallelucy Pigeon below your sister's window.]
[It never truly flew far. It had simply fallen silently from the sky, crashing to its death on the hard ground below.]
[You silently and meticulously dispose of the little bird's body, leaving no trace.]
[You do not tell your sister the cruel truth. Instead, you weave a lie, telling her the bird flew very high and that it will be happy.]
[But you know in your heart that the joy your sister felt from watching the bird successfully fly away has, for you, forever been replaced by the cold reality of its fall.]
[Facing the loss of life for the first time, you feel a deep unease. You try to convince yourself—]
[1. Accept the cruelty of reality. Sometimes, a white lie is necessary to protect something fragile and beautiful.]
[2. My fate is my own to control! If the heavens are unjust, then I will create a world without accidents, a world filled with nothing but beauty!]
So that's it… This was the moment that Sunday's paranoid ideology first began to form? The fall of a single small bird was enough to make him resolve to change the entire world? The idea sounds incredibly arrogant, almost laughable. This is not a thought an ordinary person could have. That guy, Sunday, truly has a sliver of non-human divinity hidden within his bones. Mortals can only be passively manipulated by fate. But a god sets the rules, erases accidents, and defines order.
Well then… the choice is obvious. It has to be 2. That's how a villain who's meant for great things should think.
[You have chosen rebellion. Villain Points +30.]
[That night, you respond gently to your sister, who is still bubbling with excitement over the successful release of the bird. You perfectly play the role of a reliable older brother sharing in her joy.]
[But deep within your heart, the resolve born from witnessing the fall remains unshakable.]
[This unfair world must be completely remade.]
[A world without pain, where all beauty is meticulously planned and distributed equally to everyone, is the only ultimate goal worth pursuing.]
[To achieve this, any price and any means are acceptable.]
[In the deepest part of your eyes, a fanatical desire for absolute order is quietly taking root.]
[6 years old, you begin to receive the elite education tailored for you by The Family. At the same time, you also start learning the piano. Despite being a beginner, you learn incredibly fast. Within a few weeks, you can play proficiently and even perfectly replicate any melody you hear without a single deviation.]
[7 years old, you continue your education, absorbing all the knowledge that will serve your future goals.]
[8 years old, your academic progress is astounding, far surpassing your peers. You begin to consciously, yet subtly, vie for more resources and attention during your interactions with family elders and peers. Your meticulous mind and mature speech, far beyond your age, impress some influential figures in The Family, who begin to see you as a talent worth cultivating.]
Starting to scheme and win people over at eight years old? Not bad, he's playing the long game.
[9 years old, The Family values your abilities more and more, and begins to invest heavily in your development. In your spare time, you visit your sister Robin, who is also diligently studying music. When she is reprimanded by her strict etiquette teacher for a mistake, you casually walk over. With just a few words, you skillfully persuade the teacher, easily resolving her predicament. Afterward, Robin's admiration for you as her older brother deepens.]
[10 years old, Gopher Wood assigns you a task: to temporarily manage the recent chaos in Eidein Park for one week. You see this as an opportunity to demonstrate your philosophy of order and immediately draft a set of incredibly harsh park regulations, so detailed that they specify the maximum number of people per bench and the exact times the fountains could be approached. You mobilize the guards from the Bloodhound Family, demanding they enforce these rules with the strictest standards. Anyone who violates a rule is corrected by the power of Order.]
[The result, however, is not what you expected. Instead of becoming more orderly, the park descends into even greater chaos. The complaints of dissatisfied visitors, the crying of children, and the scolding of guards merge into a tangled mess.]
[One week later, you are summoned by Gopher Wood to report on the outcome of your management. How do you summarize this experiment?]
[1. Admit that the rules were seriously flawed, overly idealistic, and lacked humanity.]
[2. Insist that the philosophy of order itself is correct. The problem lies with the incompetence of the enforcers, loopholes in the rules, or the public's lack of education. What is needed is a more rational environment and better rules!]
Is this even a choice? Of course, it's 2! The rules are never wrong, only the people who don't understand them!
[You have chosen to insist on order. Villain Points +20]
[Afterward, when your sister cautiously asks about the park, you smile and tell her it was just a small experiment, and that in the future, everything will become better and more orderly.]
[11 years old, you begin to participate in some of the work of "The Chorus" as a trainee, listening to the troubles of the dreamers. That same year, your sister Robin gives her first public performance at a concert held within The Family. Her voice is pure and ethereal, stunning the audience and earning thunderous applause. You watch from below, your expression focused and calm, like the most demanding of judges, carefully analyzing every detail of her pitch, rhythm, breath control, and emotional expression. After the performance, you precisely point out several areas where she could have been more perfect, even if they were only minuscule flaws. Your sister diligently notes down every one of your suggestions, treasuring them like jewels.]
[12 years old, the more residents' pleas you hear, the more chaos and greed you witness. People lose their fortunes to gambling, are ruthlessly exploited by their superiors, and backstab each other over trivial gains. You increasingly feel that The Harmony's advocacy for the strong supporting the weak is pale and powerless in the face of reality. Even if you help them, you can only help them for a moment, not for a lifetime. It would be better to follow The Order, where the strong restrain the weak, arranging their lives for them so they would not have such troubles. Thus, in your work, you begin to try to use more "orderly" methods to cut through disputes. The results are mixed, but you firmly believe that order is the ultimate cure for all of humanity's problems.]
[13 years old, your sister's musical career progresses smoothly. She is noticed by a retired master artist and taken on as a final disciple. You are happy for her and send her an extremely expensive, high-precision instrument to assist with her vocal practice. It is a necessary investment.]
[14 years old, you and your sister Robin share the same birthday. In previous years, the celebration was always arranged by The Family—polite but distant. This year, however, you both seem to want to prepare something special for each other.]
[In your small study, you hand a file to your sister. It is neatly bound. The cover is printed with gold foil lettering: "A Forward-Looking Development Plan for Robin's Next Five Years in Music (Draft)".]
["Happy birthday, Robin." Your tone is calm, betraying little emotion. "This is a preliminary development plan I've formulated for you based on your recent progress, galactic music trends, and The Family's available resources."]
["It includes suggested repertoires, recommended events to attend, and some details on image management. If you follow this, your development efficiency will be maximized."]
Jiang Mo was almost speechless. Giving your sister a five-year plan as a birthday present? Absolutely incredible. That was so Sunday. His sis-con stats were all allocated to the weirdest places.
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