Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

The world already has many great heroes.

The names of heroes are recorded in history books.

But compared to the notorious reputation of Mr. William, it's nothing.

[The world's foremost scholar, who knows everything that needs to be known. But even he doesn't know half as much as Mr. William.]

[No one possesses the intelligence and talent of Mr. William]

Oh, Mr. William, that annoying Mr. William!

The animals sat on the ark and wept, their tears falling into the flowing floodwaters.

Who was it that said, "There's land ahead?"

It's Mr. William, the annoying Mr. William!

The soldiers saluted along the road, looking up at His Majesty the King.

No, he's the annoying Mr. William.

The Queen and her maids were sitting by the window doing needlework when they caught a glimpse of him.

They cried and pressed, "Look! Who is that masked man who's half-crying and half-laughing?"

Oh, that's Mr. William, the annoying Mr. William, the incomparable Mr. William—

[Ah—ah ah—ah! Mr. William—]

Volume 6 (Part 2)

Chapter 1: The Scumbag with a Simulator

"That masked man—he believes you?"

"It seems so at the moment."

“That’s good. Keep it up. If he speaks ill of me, you don’t have to pay attention to him or get angry at him. Just agree with him, treat him like a clown, and let him presumptuously educate you.”

"As long as we wait for the right opportunity, we can turn the tables on him."

"His abilities are nothing more than tools for us—"

The man gave a cold smile, sat back on the sofa, took out a cigarette, and remained calm and composed.

The girl in front of him had her head down, her hands clasped together on her thighs, quiet and still, standing tall and straight like a pine tree, with a slender, lean and strong figure, every muscle perfectly proportioned.

Wearing a business suit and non-prescription glasses, he couldn't hide his military-like restraint, full of tension and vigilance, like a clever antelope, giving people a subtle sense of incongruity. His long hair was neatly styled, with a strand of dyed red in the middle.

Seeing the other person take out a cigarette, she immediately stepped forward and lit it, without even seeing where the lighter came from; it lit with a snap.

“Ji Xi, I’ve told you, you don’t need to be so respectful to me—”

"Mr. Chen Li will always be Mr. Chen Li, and no one can surpass you."

The man complained in a low voice, but his attitude was one of natural acceptance. A subtle smile appeared on his lips, his gaze flickered forward, and then returned to the lit cigarette.

Bai Weiran floated in mid-air beside the two of them, resting his chin on his hand and raising an eyebrow as he looked at them.

The submissive girl was named Yuan Jixi, and she was his target for this mission.

The man who smoked was named Chen Li, and he was also Wu Ji's target.

Yuan Jixi, 1.75 meters tall, weight—, a devoted yandere.

Born in an orphanage, she served in the military for several years before meeting Chen Li and is now an assistant in Chen Li's team.

This world is a little different from the world before.

It's not very peaceful.

Not long ago, a global war that lasted for several years came to an end. The reason for the end of the global war was not that the political leaders of various countries had a change of heart and stopped tormenting the people, but that someone was developing biological and chemical weapons for the war. The biological and chemical weapons were accidentally spread on a large scale and endangered the world. The governments of various countries realized that if the war continued, the extinction of mankind would be just around the corner, so they agreed to a ceasefire.

Countries are now competing to develop solutions to combat this human crisis, offering exorbitant rewards.

Both the government and the public mobilized, and research institutes of all sizes sprang up.

Chen Li and Yuan Jixi were in a private research institute.

Bai Weiran had been on this mission for more than 20 days, but he only met Yuan Jixi for the first time five days ago.

A researcher spoke ill of Chen Li, and Yuan Jixi planned to punish him, but Bai Weiran stopped him.

What seemed like an ordinary task was actually an act by both sides, with each side just going through the motions.

The reason lies with Chen Li.

Chen Li, reincarnated, not only retained some of his past life memories, but also possessed innate abilities.

To use a phrase from online literature, it's an emulator.

He can use the simulator once a day on a specific person to predict what will happen to that person in the next eight hours. This simulator can be used on himself as well, in order to achieve the goal of maximizing benefits and minimizing harm.

Using the simulator's capabilities, Mr. Chen Li knew that a masked man was coming to undermine him.

They also knew that Bai Weiran possessed abilities beyond human comprehension.

He told Yuan Jixi about this and asked her to pretend to obey Bai Weiran and pretend that her illness was being cured, so that she could find a way to kill Bai Weiran or, in turn, use Bai Weiran.

Bai Weiran guessed that this Mr. Chen Li probably preferred the latter.

Currently, he thinks he's incredibly clever, playing dumb to outsmart everyone else and standing above all living beings.

Unfortunately, Bai Weiran also knew that he had a simulator.

When Wu Ji mentioned the unusually high level of the mission, they began to investigate, proceeding cautiously step by step.

After the mission began, he followed quietly, observing without revealing himself.

Watch as Yuan Jixi and Chen Li use various methods to create hilarious "crises" to lure him out.

Hey, I'm not coming out, what can you do about it?

During this time, he also figured out the simulator's rules—as long as he avoided the eight hours he predicted, Bai Weiran could move freely and monitor everything.

Moreover, even during those eight hours, he could monitor Yuan Jixi's every move through the app.

Chen Li thought he was on the fifth floor, but unfortunately, Bai Weiran was on the sixth floor.

Chen Li exhaled a puff of smoke to his left. Bai Weiran, who was floating in mid-air listening, was hit by the smoke. Although he was in a superhuman state and it didn't affect him at all, he still frowned immediately.

Expose people to secondhand smoke—it causes physical discomfort.

If you're going to inhale the smoke yourself to death, fine, but to exhale the smoke and let others inhale it, you're also giving them lung cancer.

"Never mind that masked man, let's talk about serious matters."

Chen Li shoved his cigarette into the ashtray, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, I will announce my withdrawal from the research team!"

Yuan Jixi's expression changed, and he looked surprised.

“Mr. Chen Li, but you—”

"Stop talking, I've already decided to do it." Chen Li brushed his hair aside, leaned back on the sofa, and looked up, his smile both helpless and sorrowful.

"Over the years, I have treated my colleagues at the research institute like family."

"But you've seen what they've been saying about me at the recent weekly, monthly, and quarterly meetings—"

“They felt I had accomplished nothing and kept refuting me.”

"...How could that be? Mr. Chen Li has been incredibly kind to everyone; it's just that they..."

Chen Li raised his hand to stop her from continuing.

"I don't care anymore. I feel indifferent. I feel like I'm just air; only by leaving can they realize my importance. But they will eventually lose me too. Heh—"

"Personal growth is a continuous process of gaining and losing—"

Yuan Jixi fell silent for a moment, but the sorrow in his eyes could not be hidden.

Bai Weiran, standing to the side, quietly took out a Cornetto ice cream from his pocket and started eating it.

Seriously, Mr. Chen Li, your IQ is questionable!

Chen Li is one of the members of the research team.

Ultimately, a research team is just a workplace.

In the workplace, performance matters.

Explain the performance clearly and obviously.

All team members worked tirelessly day and night, consulting academic journals, striving to develop new theoretical models and results, tackling more dangerous technologies, creating more sophisticated equipment, and even venturing into areas affected by biological and chemical weapons.

What is Chen Li doing?

Chen Li was busy thinking about who had missed a bite of food and had a poor appetite, who hadn't added two sugars to their coffee, and who had frowned and was in a bad mood. He would take the initiative to go up to them and comfort them. If someone coughed twice, he would run several blocks to buy throat lozenges.

In a 24-hour day, excluding sleep time, he spends half of his working time worrying about these trivial matters, which is more than half the working time of others. Others are equally capable as you. Unless the screenwriter gives you an unparalleled golden finger, how can such a person achieve anything at work?

In the workplace, serving tea and water to your superiors and colleagues, making their beds and folding blankets won't earn you gratitude from your sane colleagues. They just want you to do your job well, quickly, and deliver results.

Because of high performance targets, you can leave work on time and receive a generous bonus.

Serving tea and water, folding beds and making blankets—do you need a mother or a part-time housekeeper?

Don't spout nonsense about treating colleagues like family and providing warm care.

First of all, you are not family.

Furthermore, even real family members often have disagreements, fail to take good care of each other, and frequently quarrel.

Putting aside other things, when the whole family sits at the table, everyone is picky about the food, and it's impossible to please everyone.

Your mother has cooked for you for so many years, how much respect do you have for her?

I have no intention of belittling the value of mothers, but honestly, how many people in the world would be obedient and grateful to their mothers who cook and do laundry at home, saying that they would listen to their mothers because they are so caring and great?

This is not valued by society in terms of its actual worth; it is more about emotional attachment.

Values ​​are based on idealism.