My Big Villain Start, Wipe Out the Astral Express Crew

Her gaze drifted elsewhere as she said softly:

"Before... when you found food, you shared it with me."

She remembered.

She remembered this boy, even thinner than she was, giving her half a biscuit or a frozen potato when she was about to faint from hunger.

Although it was just a trivial matter, in the Underworld where hunger was the greatest threat, this care was invaluable.

Now, it was her turn.

But Jiang Mo stuffed the bread into her hand: "I already had a piece just now, I'm not that hungry. Another half is enough. You take it, you must be starving."

He was referring to the moldy bread that Huzi had thrown away. Although it tasted terrible, it had at least filled his stomach a little, enough to keep him from starving to death.

Seele looked at the half-piece of bread in her hand, then at Jiang Mo's insistent gaze, and finally didn't refuse. She took small bites.

The alley fell silent again, with only the faint sounds of the two of them chewing bread.

But the atmosphere was no longer as tense as before.

"Just now..." Seele swallowed the last bite of bread and finally couldn't help but ask, "What exactly happened?"

Jiang Mo's eyes flickered, and he didn't hide anything:

"They wanted to steal my stuff and beat me up. I was just defending myself."

He told the truth.

Although the process was a bit of an overreaction, that was indeed how it started.

Seele didn't say anything after hearing that.

She lowered her head, making it impossible to see the expression on her face.

After a long while, she finally looked up at Jiang Mo:

"How about... you go to the orphanage?"

"At Natasha's place, at least you'll have something to eat, right?"

The orphanage.

The place run by Doctor Natasha, which took in homeless children.

But Jiang Mo shook his head without hesitation.

"I'm not going."

"Why?" Seele was puzzled. "It's come to this..."

"I don't want to see those eyes."

Jiang Mo interrupted her, "The children in the orphanage... the way they look at people, it's so empty, like little dogs waiting to be picked up by someone. It's too pathetic."

"Besides, Natasha is a very nice person, but every time she sees me, she wants to keep me there."

"I don't like owing people favors, especially not wanting to be stared at with that kind of gaze."

"I'd rather starve to death than go to the orphanage."

"Besides, don't you know? Recently, the Erosion is getting more and more serious. They can't even find food in Rivet Town anymore. Life in the orphanage there must be tough. I don't want to take away the little food those kids have."

Seele listened quietly, without saying a word.

After a while, she tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a helpless smile:

"Is that so... you really are the same as before, stubborn and always thinking about useless things. You're almost starving to death yourself, and you're still worrying about others."

"Aren't you the same?"

Jiang Mo glanced at her and retorted.

"You'd rather rummage through garbage than stay in the orphanage. And you're talking about me?"

Seele snorted and turned her head away:

"I just suddenly realized that I simply don't want to stay in a place like the orphanage where I'm not free. It's not as much as you think."

"Whatever you say."

Jiang Mo shrugged indifferently.

The two of them stopped talking again.

Half a piece of bread was already gone, but the emptiness in their stomachs hadn't completely disappeared.

Seele occasionally raised her head, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Mo, then quickly passing over the few corpses on the ground that were gradually growing cold, wondering what she was thinking.

Finally, Jiang Mo stood up and patted the dust off his body.

"Seele, I'm leaving."

"It's not safe here. The smell of blood will soon attract other trouble."

Seele nodded, not trying to stop him.

She looked at Jiang Mo, hesitated for a moment, and added:

"Recently, those Silvermane Guards have been acting crazy, patrolling the Underworld way more often and being stricter than before."

"Be careful."

The words were both a reminder and a kind of promise.

She wouldn't report him.

"Got it."

Jiang Mo responded, looking at her deeply.

Then, he didn't linger, turning and walking towards the other end of the alley.

Seele watched Jiang Mo's thin figure disappear around the corner, then looked down at the corpse on the ground, her expression shifting.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and turned, quickly leaving the alley in the opposite direction from Jiang Mo.

However, after confirming that Seele was far away and the alley was empty, Jiang Mo returned to the side of the three.

His gaze fell on Huzi, who was still lying on the ground, unconscious.

Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots.

Leaving a survivor was leaving a hidden danger.

He walked to Huzi's side, expressionless, and raised the brick in his hand.

Towards the defenseless back of his head.

Splat!

[Villainous Act Detected: Eliminating Future Threats! Gained +50 Villain Points!]

Jiang Mo dropped the brick, didn't even look at the corpse at his feet, and turned to leave the dark, dirty alley, which now had a few more dead souls.

Chapter 12 Silver Tongue

Jiang Mo walked onto the street, a wave of exhaustion-induced soreness washing over him from deep within.

The previous dangerous fight, coupled with the aftereffects of using Rampage, had drained his already meager strength and energy.

The agonizing pain in his stomach had subsided; the moldy bread and the half piece of dry bread he shared with Seele had barely dispelled the feeling of near-death.

But that pitiful amount of energy was far from enough to support his recovery.

He needed real food, energy replenishment, and rest.

But where could he get those things now? He had no place to live, and he had no Winter City Coins on him.

Continue rummaging through the trash?

No, now that he had a system, wouldn't rummaging through the trash be a disgrace to a transmigrator?

And what could he find in the trash? Moldy bread crusts, or spoiled food scraps?

He didn't want to live like that for even a day longer.

Speaking of the system...

Right, he should simulate more to earn villain points and get more traits.

Traits were power, and with power, even if he had to steal, he would have something to eat!

Jiang Mo focused his mind and called out to the system in his head:

"System, I want to continue simulating. Start the second simulation!"

[Sorry, considering that the host's physical age is still young and the attribute values are too low, the body is difficult to adapt to new traits.]

[Second simulation opening age: 10 years old.]

[Third simulation opening age: 15 years old.]

[Fourth simulation opening age: 18 years old.]

[After the age of 18, one simulation can be opened per month.]

Jiang Mo froze.

"You've got to be kidding me... this system has anti-addiction measures?!"

His current body was only six years old!

Four years until he was ten! Four years!

He could only start the next simulation after four years?

Did this damn system want him to die in this Underworld?!

He asked a few more times, unwilling to give up, but the system gave no further response, leaving no room for negotiation.

Jiang Mo could only accept his fate.

Well, at least he still had the system, and he still had two traits.

As long as he could survive, survive until the next simulation opened, there was still hope.

At least find something to eat first, can't starve to death...

Just then, in the distance, Jiang Mo saw the smoke rising from a snack stall and smelled the aroma wafting over.

This morning, he had tripped and fallen at that very snack stall, and had almost been beaten to death by the owner.

That owner was a burly fellow with a fleshy face and fierce eyes, showing no mercy to wanderers.

Although fierce, he didn't seem too bright, easily swayed by his emotions.

Perhaps, he could test the new entry on him?

As if he had thought of something, Jiang Mo walked towards the snack stall.

He slowed his pace, hiding around the corner of a building, secretly observing.

He saw the owner standing with his hands on his hips, cursing at a wanderer who tried to get close, spitting everywhere, and waving a meat cleaver in his hand, scaring the wanderer into scrambling away.

Truly fierce, Jiang Mo thought.

He adjusted his expression to the side.

His face was still haggard, no need to fake that, and his eyes concealed their sharpness, becoming somewhat lost and helpless.

He deliberately hunched his back, drooped his left arm, and limped as he walked, slowly shuffling towards the snack stall.

"Get lost! Get away from here!"

The owner caught sight of Jiang Mo out of the corner of his eye and shouted without thinking.

"Trying to freeload? No way! If you want to eat, pay for it!"

Jiang Mo didn't stop, he just shuffled even slower.

He reached the stall, stopped, and raised his thin, dust-covered face.