Honkai: Star Rail: I'm a Big Villain, Starting by Annihilating the Astral Express Crew

[You proactively suggest building a temporary birdcage for it, taking care of it meticulously.]

[Once it regains its strength and learns to fly, you'll release it back into the sky.]

[Your sister Robin agrees.]

[With your combined efforts, the little Harmonic Pigeon grows stronger day by day, its wings gradually flourishing.]

[Finally, one day, you open the birdcage.]

[You watch it flap its wings, striving to fly high into the sky, eventually disappearing into the horizon.]

[However, that evening, when you are alone, you discover the Harmonic Pigeon's cold corpse beneath the windowsill of your sister's room.]

[It ultimately failed to fly far.]

[It simply fell silently from the sky, crashing to its death on the hard ground.]

[You silently and meticulously dispose of the little bird's corpse, leaving no trace behind.]

[You don't tell your sister this cruel truth, but instead weave a lie, telling her that the little bird flew very high and that it will be happy.]

[But deep down, you always know that the joy in your sister's eyes at the little bird's successful flight has been forever replaced by the coldness of its fatal fall.]

[Facing the loss of life for the first time, you feel terrible, and you try to convince yourself—]

[1. Accept the cruelty of reality. Sometimes, a benevolent lie is meant to protect fragile beauty.]

[2. My fate is in my own hands, not heaven's! Since the heavens are unfair, I will create a world without accidents, a world that possesses all that is beautiful!]

So that's how it is… is this the initial node in the formation of Sunday's obsessive ideology?

Just because of a little bird's death, he resolved to change the entire world?

This idea sounds incredibly arrogant, even laughable.

This is not a thought that ordinary people could have.

Sunday, this guy, deep down, does indeed harbor a trace of inhuman divinity.

Mortals can only passively accept the manipulation of fate.

But gods are the ones who set the rules, eliminate accidents, and define order.

Hmm… then I'll choose 2.

That's how a villain who does great things should be.

[You chose rebellion, Villainy +30.]

[That evening, facing your sister, who is still immersed in the joy of successfully releasing the little bird and is extremely excited, you respond gently.]

[You perfectly play the role of a reliable older brother who shares his sister's joy.]

[But deep in your heart, the resolve born from witnessing the fall is very firm.]

[This world, full of injustice, must be completely transformed.]

[A world without suffering, where all that is beautiful is precisely planned and equally distributed to everyone, is the only ultimate goal worth pursuing.]

[To achieve this, any price and means are acceptable.]

[In the deepest part of your eyes, a fanatical desire for absolute order is quietly budding.]

[At the age of 6, you begin to receive the elite education tailored for you by the family.]

[At the same time, you also start learning the piano.]

[Although you're just starting, you learn very quickly. After only a few weeks of learning, you can play proficiently, and even perfectly replicate any melody you've heard, without the slightest deviation.]

[At the age of 7, you continue to receive education, absorbing all the nourishment that can serve your future goals.]

[At the age of 8, your academic progress is rapid, far surpassing your peers.]

[You begin to consciously, in your interactions with family elders or peers, subtly strive to gain more resources and attention for yourself.]

[Your meticulous mind and maturity beyond your age make some influential figures in the family look at you with new eyes, and they begin to regard you as a promising talent.]

He started planning and currying favor at the age of eight?

Not bad, he's taking a broad approach.

[At the age of 9, the family values your abilities more and more and begins to cultivate you vigorously.]

[In your spare time, you would visit your sister Robin, who is also working hard to learn music.]

[When she is scolded by the strict etiquette teacher for making mistakes, you will walk over inconspicuously.]

[With just a few words, you can cleverly persuade the teacher and easily resolve her embarrassment. And Robin becomes even more in awe of you, her older brother.]

[At the age of 10, Geffert gives you a task: to temporarily govern the recent chaos in Aedien Park for a week.]

[You see this as an opportunity to showcase your philosophy of order and immediately set about formulating a set of park behavior rules that can be described as harsh, detailing everything from how many people can sit on each bench to when the fountain can be approached for viewing.]

[You mobilize the Hound Family's guards, demanding that they enforce these rules with the strictest standards, and even if someone violates the rules, they will be corrected by the Power of Order.]

[But the result is beyond your expectations—the park not only doesn't become more orderly, but it becomes even more chaotic than before.]

[The tourists' complaints, the children's cries, and the guards' scolding voices were mixed together in a chaotic mess.]

[A week later, you are called in by Geffert to report on the results of this governance.]

[How do you summarize this practice?]

[1. Admit that there are serious flaws in the rule-making, which is too idealistic and out of touch with reality.]

[2. Insist that the concept of order itself is correct. The problem lies in the lack of ability of the executors, or loopholes in the rules, and that the people may lack education and need a more reasonable environment and rules!]

Do I even need to choose?

Of course, I'll choose 2!

The rules are not wrong, it's the people who don't understand the rules who are wrong!

[You chose to uphold order, Villainy +20]

[Afterwards, your sister cautiously asked about the park. You smiled and told her that it was just a small experiment, and everything would be better and more orderly in the future.]

[At 11, you began to participate in some of the Duo Sound's work as an apprentice, listening to the troubles of the dream residents.]

[In the same year, your sister Robin gave her first public performance at a family concert.]

[Her singing was pure and ethereal, stunning the audience and winning thunderous applause.]

[You were in the audience, focused and calm, like the most critical judge, carefully analyzing every detail of her pitch, rhythm, breath, and emotional expression.]

[After the performance, you precisely pointed out several areas where she could have done better, even if they were extremely minor flaws.]

[Your sister carefully noted down your opinions one by one, treating them like treasures.]

[At 12, the more residents' demands you came into contact with, the more chaos and greed you saw.]

[Some people were ruined by gambling, some were ruthlessly exploited by their superiors, and some schemed against each other for petty gains...

You increasingly felt that the Harmony's advocacy of the strong supporting the weak was so pale and powerless in the face of reality.

Even if you support them, you can only help them for a while, not for a lifetime.

It's better for the Order to have the strong restrain the weak, letting them be directly arranged by the strong, so they won't have such troubles.

So, you began to try to deal with some disputes in a more "orderly" way in your work, cutting through the mess quickly.

The effects were mixed.

But you firmly believe that order is the ultimate cure for all of humanity's problems.]

[At 13, your sister's musical path became smoother and smoother.]

[She was spotted by a retired old artist and accepted as his last disciple.]

[You were happy for her and sent her an extremely expensive set of precision instruments that could assist with vocal practice. This was a necessary investment.]

[At 14, you and your sister Robin have the same birthday.]

[In previous years, the celebrations were always arranged uniformly by the family, polite and distant. But this year, you both seemed to want to prepare something special for each other.]

[In your small study, you handed a document to your sister.

Neatly bound.

The cover was printed in gold lettering with "Robin's Prospective Five-Year Music Development Plan (Draft)".

"Happy birthday, Robin."

Your tone was calm, without much emotional fluctuation.

"This is a preliminary development plan that I have formulated for you based on your recent learning progress, the trends of galactic music, and a comprehensive analysis of family resources."

"It includes recommended songs to learn, recommended activities to participate in, and some image management details."

"Following this, the efficiency of your development will be maximized."]

Jiang Mo was speechless. Giving your sister a five-year plan as a birthday gift?

Absolutely amazing, that's so you.

That's so Sunday.

This sister-complex is focused on strange things!

Chapter 4: Birdcage

[Robin took the thick gift, blinking her clear, sapphire-like eyes.

The fourteen-year-old girl was already showing her beauty, with fair skin and soft silver hair.

Wearing a simple white dress, she looked particularly clean and beautiful.

She looked at the cover of the document, and was stunned for a moment.

Then she chuckled.

"Brother, this gift... is so you."

She complained with a smile, without the slightest displeasure.

Instead, she carefully held the document in her arms, like holding a treasure.

"Still, thank you, A. I know you must have put a lot of thought into it."

"I'll... uh, take it into consideration!"

"It's not for consideration."

You corrected.

"It's the optimal solution."

Looking at your sister's bright smile, the strings of your heart, usually taut from thinking and calculating, seemed to relax a little.

For you, planning everything out for her, ensuring she walks the most correct and efficient path, is the best protection and care.

This is the proper order for family.

"Okay, okay, I know my big brother is the best."

Robin solemnly placed the file on the table.

Then, she took your hand.

"Now, it's my turn for a gift! Come with me!"

You were pulled by her to the neighboring music room.

Robin gestured for you to sit down.

She herself took a deep breath and sat down at the piano.

"This piece... doesn't have a name yet."