The designer story: I was reincarnated as a villain in a game Chapter 11: Simulation 1

The mont I crossed the gate, a three-dinsional interface appeared before , forming into successive rows of information.

It took my mind a brief mont to comprehend the sudden changes.

Fortunately, it did not last for more than a second.

[Processing Student Information]

[Welco, student Neron. What type of weapon do you prefer?]

I did not think much about it.

I an... I am a swordsman. What else would I choose other than a sword?

[Rank: 1923 — Neron Statlas. Welco to the world of simulation.]

The world around suddenly began to change.

A bright light assaulted , forcing to cover my eyes for a mont.

Skrrrt—

After a few blinks, I found myself standing in the middle of a ruined city.

Crumbling buildings surrounded the place, and the air carried the scent of dust and destruction.

And beside my waist...

A black sword rested.

I quickly glanced around .

There were four other people.

After a few monts, one of them approached .

A young man with short brown hair, who looked clearly full of energy.

He smiled lightly before extending his hand:

"Alfonso Brandian. Rank 523."

Then he bowed slightly in an exaggerated manner as he added with a wide smile:

"Honored by the presence of the young Lord Statlas."

I shook his hand calmly, while a strange feeling crept into .

Was he... trying to curry favor with ?

"Edward Shamren. Rank 640. Greetings, sir."

"Diana Smith. Rank 350. Nice to et you."

After Alfonso, an unexpectedly handso young man stepped forward.

But unlike his appearance...

He seed extrely awkward.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, avoiding eye contact, as though he were an extrely unsociable person.

Kind of like .

I did not rember ever seeing him before.

Which made assu he was just a side character who ended up dying early.

And by the way...

He was not alone.

I did not know anything about all three of them.

Except that girl...

She was looking at as if she would devour at any mont.

I ignored it.

Then I turned my head toward the last person.

The only person who had ignored my existence from the beginning.

Not literally...

But he had simply remained silent.

He possessed a naturally well-proportioned physique, and an ideal height.

Honestly...

He could work as a fashion model.

Knox Leonhard.

He carried an oddly calm aura.

The kind of person who looked as though they never lost their composure.

Strands of his black hair hung over the front of his face, subtly accentuating his wide eyes.

I shook my head slightly before approaching him.

"Neron Statlas. Rank 1923." I extended my hand toward him. "Nice to et you."

There was no actual need for introductions.

Because I already knew him very well.

But completely ignoring him would be too rude.

Although, to be honest, that was not the real reason.

I simply wanted to see him up close.

And how could I not?

He was the owner of the sleeping talent.

A talent that could even be compared to Ethan and Zahid.

And had he not died at the beginning of the events...

He would have been an enormous addition at the end of the world.

"Knox Leonhard. Rank 56." He shook my hand calmly before adding, "Likewise... pleased to et you."

We shook hands for a few brief seconds before each of us withdrew our hand.

I breathed calmly.

Even the air...

Felt astonishingly real.

The whole thing was truly amazing.

And yet, I did not have ti to be amazed.

Silence settled between us for a few monts, before Alfonso finally broke it:

"So, what are we supposed to do from now on? Does anyone have any idea?"

The mont he finished speaking...

All eyes turned toward .

I could only smile faintly.

How truly interesting.

I had the lowest rank among all of them, and yet they treated as though that ant nothing.

Rather, as though I were the most important person here.

Was it because I was from a great family?

What if I were not from the Statlas family?

Would they behave the sa way?

Impossible.

If I were just a person with no status, they would have mocked from the very first mont, drowning in ridiculous titles and condescending looks.

I sighed inwardly.

What truly makes the other person?

Does status grant power?

Or is it power that grants status?

Perhaps both together.

I took myself as an example.

I am the weakest among them, and yet they treat as though I hold the highest standing.

Isn’t that sowhat ridiculous?

Truly...

This world was a strange place.

"I think it would be best if we moved away from here. This place is far too exposed."

Knox was the first to speak.

But strangely...

The other three did not seem genuinely interested in what he said at all.

I sighed in resignation before saying:

"He’s right." I cast a quick glance around us. "It looks like we’re in the middle of the city... and staying here is not a good idea."

I did not wait for anyone’s response.

I simply moved.

Sohow... I found myself acting as though I were the leader.

But, well...

They were the ones who had treated that way from the beginning.

And even stranger than that...

A part of felt a bit proud.

...Don’t tell I’m starting to develop young master syndro?

That would be sowhat embarrassing.

I sighed weakly.

Anyway...

I had to find a way to deal with Neron’s emotions.

I could not keep being affected by them every single ti.

I am not the real Neron...

Am I?

"I’ll deal with it later."

Alright.

If I am not mistaken...

Ethan should be in the north, near the monster zone.

While Larshia and Serin are in the east.

Which ans...

Zahad is most likely in the south.

Oh...

If the events have not changed...

Then that ans Liana should be close to here.

I could not even complete the second thought before it suddenly happened.

Skrrrt—

"Fwooosh—!"

An arrow shot past my neck at incredible speed, only a few centiters away.

Had I not instinctively tilted my head at the right mont...

It would have pierced straight through my throat.

...And honestly, that would have been extrely painful.

Damn.

Where the hell did that attack co from?

I quickly looked around.

But because of the scattered rubble and ruined buildings, it was difficult to imdiately determine the attacker’s location.

And yet...

I finally managed to catch sight of them.

A figure standing atop a distant building in front of .

Their long red hair fluttered with the wind.

I did not even need to see her up close to know who she was.

Liana Greenfield.

Of course it would be her.

Who else could attack from that distance with such precision?

And I did not even get the chance to think any further.

Because I saw her preparing to attack again.

At that very mont—

Out of the corner of my left eye, I caught sight of a massive fireball tearing through the air toward us at terrifying speed.

And from the right...

Sharp ice shards surged toward us, heading directly to pierce through our bodies.

"Tsk—"

On top of that...

There were two people charging toward us from behind.

One of them carried a long spear, while the other dragged a massive hamr as though preparing to crush everything in his path.

My eyes froze for a mont as I breathed with great difficulty.

We had been surrounded.

From every direction.

We had fallen into a trap.