The life of a villainess' older brother

Prologue: Bullshit Reincarnation

Question.

What do you usually expect of transmigrators?

Overpowered?

Having a system?

A background character or a villain?

Hypocritical in their choices and words?

Or, them being the world's chosen.

Well all of that is true, except for me.

Instead of having an OP power or a system, I got nothing, nada.

And to make it worse, I'm in a world that'll go to shit in 5 years.

I don't have much time.

The clock is ticking.

My family is dead—with the exception of my sister.

I lack resources.

And most importantly, I lack the knowledge of crucial events in this world.

What can I say? I was merely spoiled about this game by my friend and a trailer I saw online.

Hence why I only have some tidbit knowledge, which is far from enough.

I'm gonna die aren't I?

As I thought that, a soft sniffle came beside me.

I turned to the left and instantly felt disheartened.

There, was a girl of 9 years crying as she held a dirty pink bear. She had a dirty appearance and was wearing tattered clothing.

The same can be said to me.

My hand curled up into a fist as I held my grumbling stomach. It had been my third day in this world and the very moment I spawned, I saw the death of two individuals—my parents in this world.

To be honest, I don't even know how I didn't get PTSD from that, maybe the excessive horror and gore movies and games had something to do with it.

I could barely let out a sorry excuse of a chuckle due to my current situation.

Both me and "my sister" were now homeless and parentless. Stuck in a fucking alley with heroes and villains duking it out all over the country.

It kinda irked me to be honest.

While the people here were suffering the aftermath of their fighting, all the heroes get are even more money.

Now I know why those quotes makes sense.

While I'm not being specific, I am generalizing.

Villains are made, and heroes rise to stop them, only to make others suffer unintentionally which in turn creates more villains.

It's a vicious and sickening cycle.

I then look at my sister who was so hungry that she decided to nibble on her dirty teddy bear.

She was hungry, that I could tell.

My fist then clenched harder, drawing blood.

If things continue as is, we'll both die.

Well, from what I've heard, we won't actually die, but heavens know what this guy did to keep himself and his sister afloat. I don't know how he did it, but I sure as hell ain't going to take chances.

I could look for a job, but who would take an 11 year old in as an employee? That's just child labor.

Considering that I'm in the early 2000s and still a kid, there wasn't really a way I see to earn money legally.

So, I was forced with two options.

1. Steal some cash.

Or

2. Work with some thugs.

I'm not really fond with working with other guys, so I really have only option one as my go-to here.

I look out to the entrance of the alley, seeing numerous people pass by. Talking, laughing, all the while people like us starve away in the background.

I then gulped, seeing their expensive looking outfits and jewelry.

I may not be proud of this skill I have, but it's literally all I've got.

With a deep breath, I stood up, only to be caught in a weak hold by my sister.

"Where are you going."

She said, barely above a whisper and wheezing a bit.

I know it's wrong, but I can't let her see the dark side yet. Not when she's still a damn child.

So, using my other unsavory habit, I lied as naturally as I breathed.

"I'm gonna go search for food, I'll be back."

I then turn to her, a little guilty for what I'm about to do, but there's no other way.

"Ok?"

I told her, leaving her to let go of me as she nodded weakly.

"Ok....."

She then returned to sitting and nibbling on her bear.

Fuck.....

Now ridden with guilt, I exited the alley, slightly wobbling as I walked.

I had already considered begging for some money or appealing to the sympathy of a food shop owner, but I know how humans really are deep inside.

If it doesn't benefit them in any way, then they won't help.

Even those people who commit good deeds do it for self satisfaction, not a sense of obligation but because they get a sense of pleasure from it.

While I do believe in karma and that what I'm about to do will definitely bite me in the ass later, I'd rather let my future alive self worry about that.

Slightly wobbling, I bumped into a man in a business suit.

*Thump-!

"Watch it kid!"

The man exclaimed in anger, glaring at me.

I didn't even have to fake my cowering posture because I was shaking from hunger and looked frail.

"I-I'm s-so sor-sorry!"

I then bowed to him and I could still feel his murderous gaze, but with the small crowd gathering, he could only scoff and leave.

Watching him leave, I heaved a sigh of relief before I continued my walk to a nearby bakery.

I just fucking stole his money.....

That's right.

A really bad habit I developed in my past life would be pickpocketing.

Really dangerous and really risky, considering that I'm just a frail kid. But eh, details I guess.

A brief moment later, after I entered an empty alley, I opened the stolen wallet and found a few paper notes of 10,000 yen.

I mentally cheered at the amount of money.

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{ End of Prologue }