The villainess value had risen to just over a thousand, so what about the simulation value?
"simulation value: 5127"
Yes, over five thousand!
After buying Lux's Ranger skin, only 495 simulation value was left; it had increased more than tenfold!
This wasn't Mordo... ah, no, this wasn't just Lux's credit, but the simultaneous output of the three avatars over this past month.
It seemed that all three avatars were very satisfied with their current lives—
Perona wouldn't say it, but she actually really liked this lively "playing house."
Lux also enjoyed interacting and learning with the other mages, especially Master Brother Mordo.
Reze, on the other hand, finally had the "ordinary happiness" she had dreamed of, like a country mouse.
This resulted in the simulation value soaring without them having to do anything intentional.
Each of the three could gain dozens of simulation value points every day.
This was a pleasant surprise.
Su Modie hadn't expected the simulation value to rise so quickly during such peaceful days.
As long as these fulfilling and happy days could continue.
At this rate, let alone the thousands of simulation value needed for a dedicated summons, even the 10,000 required for an upgrade was just around the corner!
Back to the point, the rewards of Lux's hard work were also visible to the naked eye.
Su Modie pulled up Lux's attribute panel, and the data on it had clearly changed.
"Strength: 2→3 (After high-intensity ascetic training at Kamar-Taj, her core strength has been significantly enhanced.)"
"Combat Skills: 3→4 (Mastered Kamar-Taj's monk fighting techniques, knowing how to intersperse physical arts between spells.)"
It was funny; the people at Kamar-Taj were quite peculiar.
Lux had practiced with the Ancient One and Mordo for a long time. It was understandable that her combat skills improved, but her strength too... Don't tell me Lux is really going to be trained into a melee mage like Loki and Doctor Strange... Two mages, one who pulls out a small knife mid-fight, and another who produces a whole basket of whips, axes, and swords.
However, Lux's greatest gain was winning the favor of Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One.
Sorcerer Ancient One seemed to particularly like this young, smart, and pure-hearted girl, handing her a bunch of magical artifacts to practice with for fun.
This was a case of her biological mother not caring, but her godmother showering her with love.
Mordo was so envious his white teeth were about to shatter. When he went back to train the apprentices, he clearly carried a spark of anger, making them wail in misery.
The only pity was that Lux hadn't had the chance to touch the Eye of Agamotto yet.
Actually, Su Modie had always been salivating over that pendant—the Time Stone.
But Lux was just too well-behaved!
She felt it was a sacred relic. Being a newbie who had only been there for a few days, she was too embarrassed to even ask about it, let alone secretly take it to play with.
Sometimes Su Modie wondered.
How on earth was this girl judged to be a villainess? Her moral standards are higher than Captain America's, okay!
Just as Su Modie was about to continue complaining in her head, she felt a weight on her shoulder.
Reze, holding a taiyaki, leaned gently against her shoulder like a lazy cat.
"Open wide—"
Reze tore off a small piece of the steaming taiyaki and, holding it by the edge, offered it to Su Modie's lips.
Watching Su Modie obediently open her mouth to bite the sweet pastry, the satisfaction in Reze's eyes almost overflowed.
She didn't speak, just closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the citrus scent of the body wash on Su Modie.
As if it were some kind of nerve-calming potion.
Her hand had somehow crept onto the hem of Su Modie's clothes, her fingers instinctively tightening until her knuckles turned slightly white from the force.
"Modie-chan..."
"Hmm?" Su Modie swallowed the taiyaki, looking a bit dazed.
"It's nothing... I just wanted to confirm something." Reze's voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself. "The current warmth is real."
In the past, her fingertips only touched cold pull-rings and warm blood. This peaceful, almost boring warmth was so beautiful that she often woke up in the middle of the night, terrified that she would open her eyes to find herself back in that containment room smelling only of disinfectant.
She was too attached to this "country mouse's life."
So attached... that she didn't even dare to touch it too hard, fearing that with one bit of force... this beautiful dream would shatter like a bubble.
Su Modie found it a bit funny and ruffled that purple hair. "What silly things are you saying... of course it's real."
Reze nuzzled against her palm, her lips curling into a satisfied yet fragile arc.
Only... that night, in the bedroom.
Su Modie was sleeping hazily when she suddenly felt the blankets beside her trembling violently.
Reze, lying beside her pillow, had her eyes tightly shut, sweat constantly breaking out on her forehead—
Before her eyes was a World without color.
Only a suffocating black and a sickly green like moldy moss.
In this deathly silent palette, some mottled and broken shadows of the past began to flicker frantically.
It was the scene deep in her memory that she was most unwilling to touch—the bone-chillingly cold white laboratory.
Countless figures with blurred faces, wearing heavy military coats, surrounded the operating table.
They looked down at her, holding cold clipboards, talking in low voices in Russian.
"subject's heart rate is normal."
"Prepare for the next live experiment."
Their cold gazes were like examining a weapon fresh out of the factory, rather than a girl.
The pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with blood submerged her, but the scent vanished in an instant, and all the officers suddenly disappeared.
There was no sound around her until those hair-raising footsteps rang out.
Tap, tap, tap.
It was the sound of leather shoes stepping on a marble floor.
Every step felt like it was treading on Reze's heart.
Reze wanted to turn back, wanted to pull the ring on her neck, even wanted to scream out loud.
But she couldn't move.
Her body didn't feel like her own; her limbs felt as if they were entangled by countless invisible chains.
"Little mouse... did you really think you could make a clean break from the past by escaping here?"
The voice was very gentle.
So gentle it made one's scalp tingle.
In the depths of that distorted darkness, a figure emerged—white shirt, black trousers, hands behind her back, and those eyes with concentric circles glowing with a golden light in the dark.
Makima.
Bang!
She just stood there quietly, with that smile that seemed to see through everything and control everything.
Immediately after, she raised her hand, her index finger extended, pointing steadily at the center of Reze's forehead.
Reze was stiff all over; the fear etched into her bones left her unable to move, only able to watch that finger helplessly—
Like a countdown to death.
However.
Just as Reze was preparing to meet death.
Makima's pupils constricted slightly, as if she had discovered something more interesting, and her finger suddenly moved.
That slender finger traced a small arc in the air, shifting to Reze's side.
Reze's pupils shook violently, and she instinctively looked out of the corner of her eye.
In the previously empty darkness, a figure had appeared at some point.
Su Modie.
She was wearing her gray loungewear pajamas, holding half a bag of potato chips, standing there with a dazed expression.
"Eh...?" Su Modie hadn't even realized what was happening yet.
The smile at the corners of Makima's mouth deepened.
Her red lips parted slightly, and the silent mouth movements exploded in the darkness:
"Bang."
Puchi.
Su Modie's chest instantly exploded, blood splattered, and the warm liquid splashed onto Reze's stiff cheeks.
Her body, like a puppet with its strings cut, fell backward powerlessly.
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