Tokyo: Simulation Begins with the Big Sister Next Door

then.

The simulation continues.

Because of your honesty and trustworthiness, your reputation in the neighborhood has grown, and you have gained a group of loyal friends who will watch over your house for you.

A few days later, the arcade competition began.

You won the arcade competition without any pressure. Although the other arcade owners were unwilling to accept defeat, they dared not provoke you because of your current fame and the many friends you had.

Your arcade is starting to thrive.

【after a while】

[Your school is on winter break, and while you're running your arcade, you spend your free time playing games and participating in competitions. You even win the King of Fighters championship and some other game championships. Your friends admire you immensely, and you've become even more famous on the neighborhood.]

However, because you genuinely didn't want your friends to be bullied, you got into several conflicts with nearby gangs in order to protect them.

The conflict arose because someone wanted to sell drugs in the neighborhood you manage and forced your friends to help sell them. You disagreed, so you and your friends fought off the gang members.

The next day, you faced retaliation from the gang.

Memory presentation.

An Zeliang was playing games in his arcade when a commotion suddenly broke out at the door.

Then two friends rushed in in a panic.

"Brother Liang! Brother Liang, someone's come knocking on our door!"

"They have weapons! And there are many of them!!"

An Zeliang seemed not to hear, focusing on controlling his character to fight, executing a combo followed by a heavy punch to the enemy.

At that moment, a group of thugs wielding sticks rushed in and started smashing things.

The guests were all scared away.

Seeing that their older brother was still playing games, the two friends gritted their teeth and rushed up to stop the thugs who were coming over.

But the two of them were no match for more than a dozen people.

At the same time, after An Zeliang finished the game, he calmly stood up and looked at the thug.

There were many thugs, and they were all armed with baseball bats and crowbars; they were very ruthless.

An Zeliang's eyes swept across the crowd and he saw a man in a suit standing at the back of the crowd, smoking a cigarette.

He recognized the other person; this guy was the second-in-command of the gang he had a conflict with.

He just wanted to sell noodles on his own turf.

Unexpectedly, after being rejected, they actually came to our door.

An Zeliang remained silent, casually picked up a stool from the side, and calmly walked towards the second-in-command.

The second-in-command exhaled a puff of smoke and casually waved his hand.

A dozen thugs stood in front of him, raised their clubs, and charged at An Zeliang.

The next moment, the thugs were locked in combat with An Zeliang, but An Zeliang would take down one of the thugs with every strike.

He was precise and ruthless, targeting only the weak points of the body, instantly rendering the thugs unable to resist.

A short time.

The thugs were beaten and lay on the ground.

An Zeliang wasn't even seriously injured.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

The second-in-command was startled and quickly reached into his pocket to pull something out.

But the next moment, he was hit on the ground by a flying stool, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

An Zeliang walked over, stepped on the second-in-command's arm, bent down and picked up the thing that had fallen from his arms—a pistol!

This guy actually brought a gun.

"roll!"

An Zeliang shoved the other man's pistol away and coldly rebuked him.

The second-in-command glared venomously at An Zeliang before being helped away by his underlings.

The group of thugs also fled the arcade in a sorry state.

An Zeliang looked at the gun in his hand, lost in thought.

He never expected that the other party would actually try to kill him with a gun.

Murder in public, aren't you afraid of going to jail?

At this moment, seeing how amazing their brother Liang was, his friends covered their wounds and cheered loudly, exclaiming that Brother Liang was awesome.

A friend limped over and whispered a warning: "Brother Liang, you have to be careful. That guy definitely won't let this go. Those gangsters are ruthless and might use some underhanded methods to get back at you, Brother Liang."

An Zeliang frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully, "Repeat what you just said."

His friend was taken aback, somewhat confused, but still repeated, "Brother Liang, you have to be careful. That guy definitely won't let this go. Those gangsters are ruthless and will probably use some underhanded methods to get revenge on you..."

After hearing this, An Zeliang clapped his hands and said, "That's right! This kind of person is utterly wicked! There's no hope for them! They even dare to sell drugs on our turf, they're simply hindering our positive and wonderful life!"

He seemed to have come up with something.

Memory ends.

An Zeliang slowly revealed a puzzled look.

"What's going on with this simulated personality?"

Making an enemy of a triad society will likely make doing business difficult in the future.

Unless there is some way to solve the problem.

As I pondered, the simulation continued.

That evening, you found Saya Mina, who hadn't had much business lately, and you got a room with her for some fun.

Afterwards, you not only gave Saya money but also a tip and paid for the room. You encouraged Saya to be positive, embrace a good life, and not to feel inferior or give up because of bad business.

Tell Sayaka that she earned the business herself, it didn't fall from the sky. If she needs any help in the future, you'll help her too, so she can focus on her work.

Saya Mina was touched by your concern and looked at you with eyes full of gratitude.

"Something about this positive and optimistic attitude seems off..."

As the simulated personality encouraged Sayaka, Yasuzawa Ryo's eyes twitched slightly.

These words of encouragement sound perfectly reasonable, but they also feel rather strange.

There's a problem, there definitely is a problem.

However, this personality is really good.

At least he'll pay the bill, he'll pay the room fee, and he might even leave a tip!

So inspiring!

then.

The simulation continues.

After you've had your fun, you walk alone into the night, carrying a knife.

?

What is the simulated personality supposed to do?

Chapter 57, Section 56: The Most Feature-Generating NPC—The Wife

[You, alone, with only a fruit knife, tread the night sky, under the starlight, relying on your exceptional reconnaissance skills, precisely located the home of the second-in-command who has a grudge against you.]

The second-in-command has many bodyguards outside his house, but they won't last three seconds against you.

The fruit knife in your hand is as precise as a scalpel; you'd cut a major artery but never a vein. Each cut is so accurate it's guaranteed to render someone helpless.

Your exceptional fighting skills allow you to fight dozens of people single-handedly without being at a disadvantage.

"Surgical skills used to kill people are so deadly?" An Zeliang exclaimed in slight surprise.

I never imagined surgical techniques could be used in this way.

It seems my imagination wasn't big enough.

Or perhaps I'm just too normal; I've never thought about murder.

After all, in reality, murder can lead to imprisonment, and the risk is too great.

Just like when facing a Lolita girl, the most An Zeliang could do was to search for evidence, secretly call the police, and let the police target her.

Even if I were to kill the murderer myself, I might still end up in jail for excessive self-defense.

In reality, you only have one life, so you have to be careful!

An Zeliang is not as extreme as the simulated personality, nor could he be. Human nature is very complex, while the simulated personality is very pure.

The simulation continues.

You quickly dealt with all the bodyguards and entered the second-in-command's room.

[The second-in-command was hiding behind the cabinet, trying to ambush you, but you had already spotted him and you severed his arm with a single strike.]

The second-in-command lies on the ground, groaning in agony and begging for mercy; he doesn't want to die. You, however, sincerely tell him to be a good person in his next life, to embrace the beauty of the world, and to never do bad things again.

One minute later, you walked out of the second-in-command's bedroom covered in blood. There were no more sounds of pain, no more sounds at all.

You walk down the street, feeling great. Because you finally took down the ruthless drug lord who was preventing many people from embracing a positive life.

"Something's wrong..."

An Zeliang found it increasingly outrageous the more he looked at it.

What a positive and uplifting personality!