Xuan: This little new student is not me!

[The famous singer mother often toured out of town—giving you, your dad, and the beautiful aunt who bought you the Switch the perfect opportunity to carry out their secret affair. The three of you coordinated like a criminal syndicate. At first, Mom suspected nothing. According to Dad, you were “diligent and hardworking,” the aunt was “dedicated and pure,” and Dad himself was “upright and chaste.”]

[But over time, that geometric shape in your heart started tormenting you again.]

[You see, Mom had a habit—every time she returned from a trip, she’d ask what you wanted to eat. She’d buy it all in advance and bring it home with her.]

[Though the metal tetrahedron in your chest had worn down—its sharp edges smoothed into gentle curves—it began to grind against your conscience once more.]

[The observant, beautiful aunt noticed your distress.
She spent ¥30,000 to buy you a high-end computer.]

[You were thrilled—but your strong moral compass wouldn’t let you betray your mother.
You told her: “That’s my *real mom*! The one who gave birth to me! …But fine. Add more money.”]

[She quietly added ¥50,000 for a top-tier 5090 graphics card.
Only then did your guilt vanish completely.]

[You began using Mom’s habit of asking before returning home to help Dad and the aunt perfectly time their “dancing sessions” to avoid detection.]

[The tetrahedron in your heart had now been polished into a smooth, shiny metal sphere.
It no longer hurt.
Every act of betrayal made it jingle pleasantly.
You even found it soothing.
And you realized—faced with absolute *money power*, you didn’t really have “morality” or “boundaries” at all…]

Yuxuan: This isn’t me!
This is just some messed-up little brat the simulator made up!
I have nothing to do with this!

****

[You thought you were being discreet.
But no secret stays hidden forever.
Even your perfect trio made mistakes.]

[This time, Mom didn’t ask what you wanted.
She already suspected something.
She even doubted you.
So she lied, saying she couldn’t come home—then secretly flew back.]

[She caught Dad and the aunt red-handed—in bed.
You were too busy gaming in your room to stop it.
By the time you rushed in, it was too late.]

[You saw Mom, eyes bloodshot, holding a blood-soaked cleaver.
Dad lay on the floor—stabbed 27 times.
Every wound was fatal.]

[You knew Dad was gone.
But you stepped forward anyway—protecting the terrified aunt.]

[You shielded her with your body, screaming:
“Come at me! Don’t hurt her!”
You had to protect your final “prize.”
If the aunt died too, your entire “mom replacement” plan would’ve been for nothing!]

[In that moment, Mom understood everything.
Her “tiger parenting” had failed.
Her rigid, knowledge-focused education had created a child who was smart—but empty.
No morals. No heart.
You were the proof.]

[She didn’t attack you or the aunt.
Instead… she turned the knife on herself.]

[Half the blame for your family’s destruction lies with you.
The other half?
With that Switch console and the 5090 graphics card.]

[On that day, you became a true orphan.
Your household registration book now had only one page.
You stayed with the aunt for a short time—not because she didn’t want to keep you (after all, you saved her life), but because the trauma broke her mind.
She began hallucinating.
Eventually, she was forcibly admitted to a psychiatric hospital.
All she left you was a small black cat.]

[You had no mother again…]

[After the aunt was taken away, you had no one left.]

“…Wow.”

[Your “mom replacement” plan failed completely.
You are now an orphan—your hukou book reduced to a single page.]

“Even though the simulator is just stating facts… why do I feel like it’s *insulting* me?”
Yuxuan was speechless.

****

[But in moments like this, you must stay calm.
You decide to fire up your ¥10,000 gaming PC and play a match—just to clear your head.]

Yuxuan: …

She had no words left to describe the monster the simulator had created.

****

[Age 10: Life as an orphan had its freedoms.
But when school held parent-teacher meetings, you had to attend alone.
Watching others get picked up after class, go home to warm meals and loving care…
you sometimes felt deeply alone.]

[Now, you could finally spend time with Mu Xia.
She seemed to have nothing but time.
When her daughter was around, they’d play together on the neighborhood beach.
When not, she’d play with other kids.]

[She was kind to you—knew your story, treated you gently.
In your gray, broken life, she was the only color.]

[Then you saw hope.
Mu Xia’s sympathy made her treat you like her own child.
(“Greed” trait activates—you refuse to let go of any chance.)
(“Ruthless” trait activates—you’re ready to use underhanded methods to get what you want.)]

[You knew Mu Xia was kind-hearted.
So you decided to exploit her sympathy—until she adopted you.]

[Every night, you sat alone on a bench near the beach, watching the sunset stretch your shadow long across the pavement.]

[This spot was carefully chosen—guaranteed to be visible to Mu Xia, whether she was playing with kids or watching from her window.]

[Step two: Every time you played with her, you’d act extra sweet and clingy.
She adored children, and you played the perfect role—cute, obedient, empathetic.
(Skill “The Actor’s Art” activates!)
You were a genius child, a famous prodigy. Everyone loved you.
And Mu Xia? She hugged you every day, saying you always smelled so sweet.
She loved it.]

[Most people didn’t know you caused the tragedy.
They saw only a “tragic genius girl who lost her family.”
People love tragic beauty—rarely do they seek the truth.]

[Step three: You targeted Mu Xia’s circle.
You built a close bond with Mu Yue.
As a beautiful girl your own age, you played the gentle, mature older sister.
Mu Yue began to rely on you…]

“Wow. So now the actual protagonist of this simulation shows up?
I was starting to think Mu Xia was the main character!”

“But… why do I have a really bad feeling about this…?”