[Please select the final mission objective for this Villain Life Simulator run:]
[1. Become an outstanding Hogwarts graduate and survive the Voldemort crisis without Harry Potter.
Mission Reward: Ordinary Magical Talent
Difficulty: B
Identity: A first-year student with extremely poor magical talent.]
[2. Defeat Voldemort and become a top-tier wizard.
Mission Reward: Advanced Magical Talent
Difficulty: A
Identity: An ordinary wizard under Voldemort's command.]
[3. Destroy Hogwarts.
Mission Reward: Legendary Magical Talent, Special Animagus
Difficulty: S
Identity: The youngest Professor of History of Magic at Hogwarts.]
"Villain Life Simulator… is this my advantage?"
Caesar paused, then continued reading carefully.
After transmigrating into this supernatural world, his goal had always been simple.
To become the strongest.
He did not care about the path.
"I estimate both my body and soul transmigrated. My age reverted to twelve, but this body from my original world has no magical talent whatsoever. That must be solved."
All three simulation objectives offered magical talent as a reward.
But the first mission granted only Ordinary Magical Talent.
A rare advantage like this shouldn't be wasted.
Eliminated.
The second mission granted Advanced Magical Talent.
But the identity was terrible.
A subordinate under Voldemort?
Tom Riddle would never allow a potential threat to grow freely.
Unacceptable.
"I choose the third mission. Highest difficulty, but the best starting environment — and the longest time to prepare."
[Final mission selected: Destroy Hogwarts.]
[Initial Identity: Youngest Professor of History of Magic.]
[Please select three talents from the following ten:]
Redemption
Top-tier Magical Talent
Animagus
Gifted
Parseltongue
Ancient Magic of Love
Genius Scholar
Flying Master
Potion Master
Dark Magic Genius
"Parseltongue. Flying Master. Ancient Magic of Love… this looks suspiciously like Harry Potter's configuration."
He frowned.
"Without something like a protagonist's protection, those alone would be meaningless."
He turned toward combat-oriented talents.
Top-tier Magical Talent. Gifted. Dark Magic Genius.
Even with that combination, at best he would reach the level of McGonagall or Snape before Voldemort's return.
And before Dumbledore?
Meaningless.
Now he understood why this was ranked S difficulty.
His gaze returned to the first talent.
Redemption.
He examined the description:
You may retain memories and experiences shared with one specific character from this simulation and influence that same character in the real world.
Only one character may retain memories per simulation.
Caesar's eyes sharpened.
"So simulation outcomes can't be transferred directly… but a person can."
A slow smile formed.
"That changes everything."
[Talents selected: Redemption, Genius Scholar, Ancient Magic of Love.]
[Notice: There is no Harry Potter in the simulation. The system cannot simulate a Child of Destiny.]
[Simulation duration: Fifteen years.]
Simulation Begins
His consciousness detached instantly.
Reality dissolved.
You were born into a pure-blood wizarding family distantly related to the House of Black.
Your parents supported Grindelwald and were killed during the aftermath of the global conflict with Dumbledore. You were orphaned at six.
You were taken in by the Haweswood family and renamed Caesar Haweswood.
Hatred festered quietly.
You studied magic relentlessly, seeking revenge.
But your magical power plateaued in adulthood.
Strength alone would not suffice.
So you turned to intellect.
The position of Professor of History of Magic at Hogwarts presented an opportunity.
With your Genius Scholar aptitude, your mastery of historical analysis far surpassed your peers.
At eighteen, you defeated all competitors and became the youngest professor in Hogwarts history.
Revenge had begun.
[Main Mission Activated:]
Defeat Dumbledore. Destroy Hogwarts.
Fifteen Years Later
Consciousness returned.
Caesar stood inside Ravenclaw Tower.
Inside the office of the Professor of History of Magic.
Bookshelves stretched to the arched ceiling, packed with dragonhide-bound tomes.
The air smelled of parchment, ink, and faint preservative potion residue.
A blackwood desk stood at the center.
On it:
Scrolls stacked like towers
A rotating orrery
An ancient cursed relic sealed in glass, pulsing faint red
His gaze settled on a sealed parchment.
The Hogwarts crest stamped in wax.
Title:
Appointment Confirmation
He folded the letter calmly.
"According to the simulation's background, this body's magical ceiling has already been reached."
He turned toward the shelves.
"Then knowledge is my weapon."
Dumbledore might be unmatched in this era.
But no wizard stands without predecessors.
History always leaves traces.
"If there is a way to defeat him… it exists somewhere in these records."
Caesar had never hesitated once he made a decision.
He began organizing the shelves immediately.
Cataloguing.
Scheduling.
Planning.
The war would not be won with brute force.
It would be won with understanding.
And he had fifteen years.