Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

The designer was part of a team that created a globally renowned third-person shooter game known for its violent aesthetics, action-adventure gameplay, and driving mechanics.

The player doesn't play the role of a righteous protagonist, but rather a criminal.

The designer explained one of the initial core ideas for their game during the process.

“We realized that if robbing a bank is not a crime, then without a doubt everyone would rob a bank. There is a violent desire for greed, destruction, and plunder deep in human nature. We created this game with this desire as the core starting point.”

Everyone can loudly condemn the designer's statement as morally flawed and overly negative.

However, it cannot be denied that the game's continued success reflects the dark side of human nature.

Hu. Zuo. Fei. Wei——

“A 20% increase is enough,” Bai Weiran said.

He wasn't so unrealistic as to think he could defeat his opponent in their first encounter.

The opposing organization is capable of traveling the world to kidnap Yu Mengmeng.

Today's main objective is to rescue Xia Yanle.

He was about to leave when Wu Ji grabbed him.

"Hey, Bai Shao, relying on the platform won't work, but you still have friends you can rely on, right?"

"...You don't think the friend system is just a regular communication function, do you?"

"...?"

A few minutes later, Bai Weiran traveled into the world and hovered above the designated location.

A semi-abandoned, unfinished building complex, eerily quiet.

He felt fortunate that at least the general public would not be endangered.

There's nowhere to hide on the ground, so the facility must be buried underground.

Turn the entire land upside down?

It's pretentious, but it consumes too much energy.

Bai Weiran is thrifty and hardworking in managing her household.

Countless stones and iron fragments shattered into floating particles, which then reassembled around him.

“I remember… that’s right.”

With a snap of his fingers, the long shovel, like a javelin, plunged deep into the ground.

People from other worlds probably don't know this, but we Chinese have an old invention with a rather inglorious origin, but it's incredibly useful. It's a specialized detection tool, capable of reaching depths of up to forty meters. No matter how powerful an emperor or general is, even if they're buried deep in the mountains after death, they can't escape this shovel. It digs three feet into the ground and exposes them thoroughly.

The ultimate tool for tomb raiding – the Luoyang shovel.

Bai Weiran flew across the ground with a whoosh, the slender Luoyang shovel like a pile driver, continuously striking downwards behind him and then being pulled out.

With a clang, a crooked shovel struck.

Bai Weiran suddenly stopped.

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Xia Yanle sat in a chair, arms crossed, surveying everything in the room.

Everything was white: the bed was white, the sheets were white, the walls were white, the table was white, and the chairs were white.

She reached her hand towards the wall—and it passed right through her.

Okay, no problem, you can run away.

The question is how to escape, and when to escape.

If you run away blindly and fail, it will be difficult to run again.

She needs to keep her trump card up her sleeve.

Xia Yanle withdrew her hand and calmly pondered.

Although she wanted to know Bai Weiran's background and how to counter him, she did not lose her mind. She reviewed and selected from the many replies, and finally chose a scholar who had worked with her father. The scholar did not know her background, but she knew the scholar's identity.

The meeting place was a busy downtown coffee shop.

I thought everything was foolproof.

But as expected, she had oversimplified things.

She didn't even remember how she left the coffee shop; when she woke up, she was already in this room.

It's likely that even the people replying are using imposters.

What a disgrace! We didn't even catch a glimpse of the kidnapper.

There were no visible injuries on her body; she had simply been changed into a snow-white outfit and imprisoned.

There were no windows in the door, so you couldn't see what was happening outside. The soundproofing inside the room was quite good; you couldn't hear any noise from next door even if you pressed your face against the wall. Xia Yanle got off the chair, lay down on the ground, and remained still, closing her eyes and listening intently to feel the vibrations coming from the ground.

There were sounds of people walking outside in the corridor.

Not many, judging from the footsteps, about three.

Xia Yanle remained motionless, trying to determine whether these people were guards or staff members who happened to be passing by.

Xia Yanle remained motionless, silently counting down the seconds in her mind.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, her counting is very accurate, with an error of less than thirty seconds per hour.

There was no clock in the room, and she had no means of measuring time, so she had to rely on herself to keep track of it.

Only after figuring out the enemy's situation can an escape plan be formulated, which will likely take several days to half a month of protracted resistance.

Instead of feeling frustrated or annoyed, she was eager to try because of the unpredictable and high-risk environment, as if fresh blood was being injected into her body, and she became invigorated.

She noticed the ground shake.

It was very slight; she wouldn't have felt it at all if she hadn't been lying on the ground.

Unlike the vibrations from footsteps, these vibrations didn't just stay on the surface; they permeated the entire room. With my arm outstretched, I could feel the vibrations evenly distributed across the floor—it was as if a giant hand was shaking the room from beneath the ground.

earthquake? ?

Then, the shaking became more intense, as if it were trying to crush everything.

The people outside started to stir.

"........."

"…………,…………!?"

Xia Yanle wanted to hear what they were saying, so she risked slipping through the door. In the long, narrow, snow-white corridor, a few dim lights were lit, and three staff members in lab coats had their backs to her.

"It's an obstacle—quick! Activate the interference barrier!"

"Proceed to the central control room for assembly."

Someone glanced back, and Xia Yanle quickly slipped back into the room. She had never done anything like this before, and her heart was racing. She pressed herself against the wall, breathing heavily, and stared intently at the door, waiting to see if the other person noticed anything amiss and rushed over.

But no one came to knock on the door.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

The earthquakes have completely stopped.

She lay on the floor to make sure there were no footsteps before venturing through the door again.

There was no one outside the door.

Xia Yanle pursed her lips and quickly explored the side along the wall, but after only the second corner, her escape route was suddenly blocked.

“...Hey...you're an important guest for Dad, you can't leave.”

“Last time a customer ran away, and Dad was very unhappy—very unhappy—”

"Hey, I don't want to see Daddy sad—"

Xia Yanle's pupils contracted in shock as the corridor lights snapped off.

At the same time, Bai Weiran felt himself being suddenly pulled by the gravity of the ground. Caught off guard, he fell from mid-air. The underground facility that he had forcibly pulled out of the ground also stopped. He landed on the top of the arc-shaped soil that was rising from the huge facility and rolled several times.

He yelled "Damn it!" and instinctively clutched his back, turning over and muttering complaints.

"Mommy, my back is already bad from sitting for long periods of time while working overtime, and now I'm going to fall and hurt myself."

Men are always concerned about their lower back strength, and he is no exception.

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There will be another update later tonight! ( ?▽?)/

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Why Are You Forcing Me?! (Third Update)

Bai Weiran held his waist, trying to float up again, but found that everything was out of his control.

His superpowers didn't completely disappear, but they became very unstable. Before, he could easily fly into the air, but now, no matter how hard he tried, he could only float on the ground like an overweight balloon, and the energy bars that were always around him seemed to be disturbed, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Bai Weiran was not surprised.

He was mentally prepared.

Since the other party could interfere with the system's ability to track Xia Yanle's real-time location and status, it's not surprising that they could also interfere with their own abilities.

But it came earlier than he expected.

He anticipated that the intrusion into the facility would be disrupted.

"Was it really too high-profile?" He stood up, supporting his back, and muttered to himself.

—They want to pull the entire facility out of the ground.

Bai Weiran doesn't have a fear of heights, but he dislikes going underground. Whenever he thinks about being below the horizon, he feels a strange sense of suffocation, as if he's being buried alive.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to [Passing By Hero].

The message started spinning and couldn't be sent.

There's nothing we can do now.

He put away his phone, placed one hand on the arched top of the foot, and the solid metal top dented under his hand as if it had been burned, casting a hole from it. The hole slowly expanded until it was big enough for a person to pass through, and Bai Weiran jumped in.