Villain Simulator, Start!

Honkai: Star Rail: I'm the Big Villain, and I Wipe Out the Astral Express Crew at the Start

Author: Calm but Not Calm

Synopsis: Honkai: Star Rail Villain Simulator

Jiang Mo transmigrated into Honkai: Star Rail, only to become an orphan in the Lower District. Fortunately, he awakened a Villain Simulator. As long as he simulated villains, he could obtain rewards.

Jiang Mo had only one thing to say about that: being a villain was awesome!

Before the protagonists arrived, who could beat him?!

And even after they arrived, he wasn't afraid!

He'd wipe out the Astral Express crew in one go. Who else dared object?!

And so, Jiang Mo began simulation after simulation.

However, what he didn't know was...

The female characters in the simulations gradually began synchronizing with their simulated memories.

Castorice: You are the only being who can touch death without becoming immortal... yet you toyed with my heart using false tenderness. Jiang Mo, very well... when I find you, you will understand what it feels like to be hated by death!

Cipher: You actually deceived the God of Trickery? Jiang Mo, you... you absolute bastard!!!!

Firefly: Those things in my dreams... damn it, Jiang Mo, I'll make you pay!

Kafka: Oh? The fates within the simulations truly are fascinating... Hehe, Jiang Mo, do you think you can escape the script? Finding you is only a matter of time.

Jingliu: Jiang Mo, becoming the blade in my hand that slays abominations is your only destiny.

After the simulations ended,

the female characters searched for Jiang Mo like mad.

"Jiang Mo, we'll definitely find you!"

Completely unaware of this, Jiang Mo continued carrying out his next simulation.

"Awesome! Villain simulations are awesome!"

Villain Simulator Activated!

Belobog, Lower District.

"Clang..."

The sound of a metal trash can echoed from deep within an alley.

A skinny figure, looking no older than five or six, was nearly toppled headfirst into the filthy iron bin, scattering refuse all over the ground as he rummaged through it.

His stomach was painfully empty, twisting in waves.

It had been three whole days since Jiang Mo had eaten anything decent. He was so hungry that his head swam and his vision blurred.

He could only place his last hope on the roadside trash cans.

But there had been many new drifters in town recently. Even such scraps had become scarce, and the trash cans seemed to have already been picked clean.

Just as he was about to despair, his fingertips touched something hard.

Jiang Mo's spirits lifted, and he hurriedly dug it out—it was a small piece of blackened, hardened bread crust, smeared with sticky grime.

But to Jiang Mo, who was on the verge of starving to death, this thing could save his life!

He didn't care about the filth. He immediately shoved the crust into his mouth, unwilling to even waste the sour-smelling crumbs stuck to his fingers.

Dry, hard, rough, and carrying a strange smell...

Unfortunately, that little bit of food was like tossing a pebble into the ocean.

The emptiness in his stomach wasn't eased in the slightest. Instead, stimulated by that morsel, his hunger surged even more violently.

His vision suddenly went black. Jiang Mo swayed, nearly pitching forward, then could only weakly slide down the wall behind him and sit there, breathing in shallow gasps.

"Damn it... heaven really isn't fair!"

Leaning weakly against the wall, he clutched his stomach and cursed under his breath.

"Getting hit by a truck and transmigrating in my last life was bad enough... Why did I still get a hell-difficulty Lower District start after coming to the Honkai: Star Rail world? Do you really only get happy once I'm dead?!"

Jiang Mo shifted his aching body. The blows he'd taken earlier still burned with pain.

That morning, he'd wanted to use a little of the trade he'd learned in his previous life to earn a meal. But he was too rusty, and the snack stall owner caught him on the spot. He'd nearly been beaten to death.

Sigh, when you're unlucky, even eating ice chips cracks your teeth.

As he was thinking, the light above his head suddenly dimmed.

"Well, well, isn't this that Upper District brat who begs everywhere? What's wrong? Not out digging through trash for food today?"

Three half-grown figures blocked the mouth of the alley. The leader was a full size larger than Jiang Mo, the notorious troublemaker of this area, Huzi.

He tossed a black-and-green object in his hand. Looking closely, it was a moldy piece of bread.

Huzi wore a malicious grin, exposing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

He was already in a foul mood. He had wandered around this area all day without scavenging anything worthwhile.

And yet this brat, with his fair skin and delicate looks like he came from up above, was competing with Lower District people like them for trash every day. He was really an eyesore!

Perfect. He could vent some frustration on him!

"Starved stupid, huh? Look at the state you're in." As the thought crossed Huzi's mind, he deliberately waved the bread beneath Jiang Mo's nose, then quickly pulled it back. "So? Want to eat it?"

The pungent smell of mold and sourness rushed straight into his head.

But Jiang Mo's entire attention was fixed on that thing.

It was edible.

If he ate it, he could live.

Jiang Mo, who had gotten into a few fights in his past life and knew a few amateur moves, had chaotic thoughts flashing through his mind:

Huzi was strong, but his balance was unstable. His weakness was his lower body.

The skinny one on the left was like a bamboo pole. He was fast but timid.

Fatty on the right was slow to react...

But there was no point thinking about any of that now. He barely had the strength to stand.

"Give it to me."

Jiang Mo squeezed out two words.

"Hahaha! Give it to you? What the hell are you?"

Huzi laughed so hard he rocked back and forth. "Look at you, you sickly little ghost! Still dreaming about leaving this place every day? Maybe in your next life!"

"Since you've become Lower District trash, you should stay obediently in the garbage heap!" Skinny shrieked.

"Yeah! When you die by the roadside someday, you'll make a nice extra meal for the rats in the sewers!" Fatty snorted with laughter.

The venomous words stabbed at him like needles.

Jiang Mo clenched his fists, his nails digging into skin that had turned bluish from the cold. The damp, cold sensation told him he'd probably broken the skin.

An emotion he couldn't tell was rage or humiliation clogged his chest, burning painfully.

He didn't hate these little thugs. They themselves lived no better than cockroaches.

What he hated was that he could only lie here like a dead dog, unable to do anything!

"Hmph! You want to eat, huh?" Huzi casually tossed the bread onto the ground in disgust, then lifted his foot to stomp on Jiang Mo. "You dog, eat the mud off my shoe first!"

That hole-ridden boot, caked in filth, grew larger and larger before his eyes.

No...

Was he really going to live two lives only to be crushed to death like an insect, this miserably?

Jiang Mo suddenly raised his head and used the last bit of strength he had to brace himself against the wall and rise.

The sole came down!

Ding! Villain Simulator successfully bound!

Newbie benefit issued: Initial Trait obtained—Rampage (Blue)!

Trait Effect: Consume mental energy to gain strength and speed beyond your limits for a short period, while greatly increasing pain resistance!

The following notification became indistinct, because a towering heat suddenly exploded from his heart and instantly rushed through his entire body!

It was as though molten iron were rampaging through his veins!

Jiang Mo felt his vision flash white, and every muscle in his body spasmed violently beyond his control.

Then, all pain, cold, and weakness... vanished in an instant, replaced by a frenzied sense of power so immense it felt as though it would burst him apart!

He hadn't even realized how he moved when his body reacted before his mind could!

"Urgh—!"

A suppressed, beast-like roar forced its way out of his throat.

Huzi, who was about to plant his foot firmly down, only saw a blur before him. The little brat huddled in the corner suddenly lunged at him!

He was unnaturally fast!

"What the hell?!"

Huzi had no time to react. He only felt a brutal force slam into the softest part of his stomach!

Pff—!

He felt as though all his internal organs had shifted out of place. Before he could catch his breath, his vision went black, and he collapsed like a pile of mud without even managing a groan.

The recoil from the impact made Jiang Mo stagger. He had only just begun adapting to this power, and his movements were still somewhat clumsy.

"Brother Huzi? Y-you, what's wrong?!"

Skinny and Fatty beside him were scared out of their wits.

Jiang Mo abruptly turned his head. His movements were a little stiff, but his speed was terrifying.

"You dare hit Brother Huzi? I-I'll fight you!"

In his panic, Skinny wildly swung his fists at him.

Jiang Mo twisted aside, but his arm whipped out with frightening speed!

A bone-cracking sound that made teeth ache rang out.

Skinny's arm drooped backward at a completely unnatural angle. He froze for a second, then let out a miserable howl:

"Ahhh—! My hand! My hand!"

Fatty was completely terrified. Scrambling on all fours, he tried to flee from the alley.

Jiang Mo took a step forward, drove his heel into the ground, and shot forward like a bullet, instantly catching up to that lump of flesh.

He didn't use his hands. Instead, he raised his leg and viciously kicked the back of Fatty's knee with the heel of his worn-out shoe!

Fatty screamed and dropped to his knees with a thud.

Before he could struggle, Jiang Mo had already raised his other foot and stomped down hard on the back of his head with all his strength!

Thud!

The muffled sound was like smashing a watermelon.

Fatty's body slammed forward, his face buried in the freezing ground. He twitched twice, then stopped moving.

Blood quickly seeped out from beneath his head, staining the filthy ice red.

The alley was frighteningly silent.

Only Skinny remained, clutching his broken arm and letting out intermittent sobs from pain and terror.

Jiang Mo stood in place, his chest heaving violently as he gulped down air.

That violent heat rapidly faded, and an overwhelming wave of exhaustion instantly drowned him.