Why do birds fly?
You took the initiative to suggest making a temporary birdcage for it and caring for it attentively.
Once it regained its strength and learned to fly, you would release it back into the sky.
Your younger sister Robin agreed.
Through your joint efforts, the little Harmony Dove grew day by day, its wings gradually filling out.
Finally, one day, you opened the birdcage.
You watched it flap its wings and struggle toward the sky, eventually disappearing beyond the horizon.
Yet that evening, when you were alone, you found the little Harmony Dove's cold corpse beneath the windowsill of your sister's room.
It ultimately failed to truly fly far away.
It had simply fallen soundlessly from the sky and been smashed to death on the hard ground.
In silence, you meticulously disposed of the little bird's body, leaving behind no trace.
You did not tell your sister this cruel truth. Instead, you spun a lie and told her the bird had flown very high and would be happy.
But deep down, you always knew that the joy in your sister's eyes at seeing the bird successfully take flight had, for you, forever become the coldness of its fatal fall.
The first time you faced the loss of a life, you felt terrible. You tried to convince yourself—
1. Accept the cruelty of reality. Sometimes, kind lies exist to protect fragile beauty.
2. My fate is mine, not heaven's! Since heaven is unjust, then create a world yourself where there are no accidents and all beauty exists!
So this was the initial turning point that formed Sunday's obsessive ideals...?
Because of nothing more than a bird falling to its death, he had decided to change the entire world?
The thought sounded incredibly arrogant, even somewhat laughable.
This was absolutely not something an ordinary person would think.
Deep in Sunday's bones, there truly lurked a trace of inhuman divinity.
Mortals could only passively accept the whims of fate.
But gods made the rules, erased accidents, and defined order.
Hmm... then choose 2.
This was how a villain destined for great things should act.
You chose rebellion. Villain Points +30.
That night, faced with your sister, who was still thrilled by the joy of successfully releasing the bird, you responded gently.
You perfectly played the role of a dependable older brother sharing his sister's joy.
But deep within your heart, the resolve born from witnessing that fall was exceptionally firm.
This world, filled with injustice, had to be thoroughly remade.
A world without suffering, where all beauty was precisely planned and distributed equally to everyone, was the only ultimate goal worth pursuing.
For that, any cost and any means were acceptable.
Deep in your eyes, an obsessive desire for absolute order quietly began to sprout.
At six years old, you began receiving the elite education custom-made for you by the family.
At the same time, you also began learning the piano.
Though you had only just started, you learned quickly. Within a few weeks, you could play proficiently and even Perfectly Replicate any melody you had heard without the slightest error.
At seven years old, you continued your education, absorbing everything that could serve your future goals.
At eight years old, your academic progress surged forward, far surpassing your peers.
You began consciously seeking more resources and attention for yourself during interactions with family elders and peers, all without showing your hand.
Your meticulous mind and mature manner of speaking beyond your years made several influential figures within the family see you in a new light. They began to regard you as promising talent.
He was already laying out plans and winning people over at eight?
Not bad. His path was broad.
At nine years old, the family valued your abilities more and more and began cultivating you vigorously.
During your free time, you would visit your younger sister Robin, who was also diligently studying music.
When she was sternly reprimanded by her etiquette teacher for making a mistake, you would walk over without drawing attention.
With just a few words, you could deftly persuade the teacher and easily resolve her predicament. After that, Robin admired you, her brother, more and more.
At ten years old, Geffert gave you a task: temporarily govern the recent disorder in Aideen Park for one week.
You saw it as an opportunity to demonstrate your ideals of order and immediately began drafting a set of park conduct rules so strict they even specified the maximum number of people allowed on each bench and when visitors could approach the fountain for viewing.
You mobilized the Hound Family guards and ordered them to enforce these rules by the strictest standards. Anyone who violated them would even be corrected by the Power of Order.
Yet the result was beyond your expectations—the park not only failed to become more orderly, but became even more chaotic than before.
The visitors' dissatisfied complaints, the children's crying and shouting, and the guards' reprimands all mixed together into an utter mess.
One week later, Geffert summoned you to report the results of this governance effort.
How would you summarize this experiment?
1. Admit that the rules had serious flaws and were too idealistic and inhumane.
2. Insist that the concept of order itself was correct. The problem lay in the executors' lack of ability, loopholes in the rules, or perhaps the public's lack of education. What was needed was a more reasonable environment and better rules!
Did this even need a choice?
Of course it was 2!
The rules were not wrong. The ones at fault were those who did not understand them!
You chose to uphold order. Villain Points +20.
Afterward, your sister cautiously asked about the park. Smiling, you told her it had merely been a small experiment, and that everything would become better and more orderly in the future.
At eleven years old, you began participating in some of Duo Sound's work as an apprentice, listening to the troubles of Dreamscape residents.
That same year, your younger sister Robin gave her first public performance at a concert held within the family.
Her singing was pure and ethereal, astonishing everyone present and earning a hall full of applause.
From below the stage, you watched with focused calmness, like the harshest judge, carefully analyzing every detail of her pitch, rhythm, breathing, and emotional expression.
After the performance, you precisely pointed out several areas where she could do even better, even if they were only extremely subtle imperfections.
Your sister carefully noted each of your suggestions, treasuring them dearly.
At twelve years old, the more residents' requests you encountered, the more chaos and greed you witnessed.
Some lost their entire fortunes to gambling. Some were ruthlessly exploited by their superiors. Some schemed against one another over trivial gains...
You increasingly felt that the strong supporting the weak, as advocated by Harmony, was so pale and powerless in the face of reality.
Even if they were supported, they could only be helped for a while, not for a lifetime.
Would it not be better for Order to have the strong restrain the weak, directly arranging their lives for them so they would no longer have such troubles?
Thus, in your work, you began trying to resolve certain disputes decisively through more "orderly" methods.
The results were mixed.
But you firmly believed that order was the ultimate cure for humanity's every problem.
At thirteen years old, your sister's musical path became increasingly smooth.
A retired old artist took a liking to her and accepted her as his final disciple.
You were happy for her and sent her an exceedingly expensive precision instrument that could assist with vocal training. It was a necessary investment.
At fourteen years old, you and your younger sister Robin shared the same birthday.
In previous years, the celebrations had always been arranged uniformly by the family, polite but distant. This year, however, both of you seemed to want to prepare something special for the other.
In your small study, you handed your sister a document.
It was neatly bound.
Its cover bore gold-embossed lettering: "Robin's Five-Year Forward-Looking Music Development Plan (Draft)."
"Happy birthday, Robin."
Your tone was calm, without much emotional fluctuation.
"This is a preliminary development plan I formulated for you after comprehensively analyzing your recent learning progress, galactic music trends, and family resources."
"It includes recommended pieces to study, events you should attend, and certain details regarding image management."
"If you follow it, the efficiency of your development will be maximized."
Jiang Mo was practically speechless. He gave his sister a five-year plan as a birthday present?
Incredible. That was so like him.
This was very Sunday.
His sister-complex traits had been invested in such strange places!
Birdcage
Robin accepted the thick gift and blinked her clear, sapphire-like eyes.
The fourteen-year-old girl had already begun to grow into her beauty, with fair skin and soft silver hair.
Dressed in a simple white dress, she looked especially clean and lovely.
She looked at the document cover and froze for a moment.
Then she burst into laughter.
"Brother, this gift of yours... is just so you."
She teasingly complained with a smile, without the slightest hint of displeasure.
Instead, she carefully hugged the document to her chest as if holding a treasure.
"Still, thank you. I know you must have put a lot of thought into it."
"I'll... well, refer to it!"
"It is not for reference."
You corrected her.
"It is the optimal solution."
Looking at your sister's bright smile, the tightly drawn strings in your heart, usually strained by thought and calculation, seemed to loosen somewhat at that moment.
To you, planning everything for her and ensuring that she walked the most correct and efficient path was the greatest protection and care.
That was the order a family should have.
"Okay, okay, I know my brother is the best."
Robin solemnly placed the document on the table.
Then she took your hand.
"Now it's time for my gift! Come with me!"
She pulled you into the music room next door.
Robin gestured for you to sit down.
She took a deep breath and sat before the piano.
"This piece... doesn't have a name yet."
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