Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

After all, people online are saying that they've been planning all sorts of bad things.

Guoguo is different. When male players complain that the game planners have done all sorts of bad things, their resentment automatically avoids female players.

The glittering treasure chest bounces and shakes on the screen, tempting you to click on it.

Bai Weiran, being a professional, glanced at the interface first—it was rough, like a treasure chest from a ten-year-old farm fishing game. He suggested immediate optimization.

After opening, a completely white grid pops up.

Congratulations on obtaining the item: Nullifying Field.

Bai Weiran: ...?

[Once activated, this item will render all powers exceeding the normal rules of the world ineffective within a radius of 100 feet centered on the user. It can be used, but is not limited to, cheat codes, systems, superhuman abilities, and scenario simulators that can detect the future. The effect lasts for five and a half minutes.]

This is a one-time special reward consumable item. It cannot be sold or transferred, and its use is uninterrupted. Please use it with caution.

Bai Weiran didn't understand it the first time, so he read it again.

Could it be what he's thinking?

In the future, the scumbags might not just be as simple and unassuming as Lin Luo, a favorite of fate who can be easily beaten up.

Instead, they're scumbags with special abilities, like themselves, with cheat codes and overpowered advantages—the kind of protagonists from those overpowered fantasy novels can appear, right?

Holy crap, so in the other person's life script, aren't I just a masked villain?

The protagonist and the antagonist are both overpowered, and overall it's a battle of overpowered characters tearing each other apart.

This is not easy to deal with!

While thinking this, Bai Weiran also felt that gamer's eagerness to take on difficult challenges.

There, they would simulate and think about how to deal with a systematic scumbag, and how to deal with a scumbag with a simulator. If the other party can always predict his movements in advance, it is as if both sides are playing a game with a script. This is not a nested doll.

You know what I know, I know what you know, and you know what I know.

It's mind-bending, but also exciting.

The first time, Bai Weiran cautiously chose only level A, but successfully completed it, which gave him great confidence in navigating the app's tasks.

Shall we choose the S-Class next?

Just as he was about to open the S-class panel for a closer look, his phone rang—it was Ah Chao.

"Brother Weiran, I passed my thesis defense! The company also notified me today that I'm officially hired! I can start working as soon as I get my graduation certificate!"

Bai Weiran was so excited that his voice cracked, forcing him to move the phone away from his ear and then put it back to his ear.

"Congratulations, Ah Chao." He meant it sincerely.

Today is a good day, a double celebration.

“I just happened to be in this area today, so I came out to eat. It’s on me, and I also invited Sister Guoguo.”

"How can you treat us to a meal after your graduation? I should be the one to treat you," Bai Weiran replied with a smile.

"Where should we meet? No problem, I'll be there on time."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Weiran checked the time. He had an hour and a half to spare before arriving at his destination. Bai Weiran usually waited until the appointed time to leave before heading out, but today he didn't really want to stay at his rented apartment by himself.

I want to wash up, change clothes, and head out to stroll around the area for a while, treating myself.

However, there is something very important that needs to be confirmed before that.

He went into his personal account on the app, selected a small amount, and chose "Real-time withdrawal".

As soon as he clicked, a notification popped up on his phone.

[Dear Mr. Bai Weiran, your XX bank account has received XXX yuan.]

"Very good, very good, very good," he said, quite satisfied.

This app is really honest; it pays you when it says it will.

The path to the bathroom passes by a refrigerator. He stopped there. The refrigerator was covered with a densely packed handwritten menu, which was the daily bento menu he had planned for Qin Ning during the last period when he imprisoned her.

Even if the food wasn't very tasty, she always seemed happy.

A yandere girl is still just a girl.

He shook his head and chuckled, tore the menu off, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

There's no need to dwell on things that are useless.

A few minutes later, humming a song, he rode a shared bike downstairs through half of the city, and after leisurely finishing a cup of coffee and reading half of a book by Nintendo's game level designer, he met up with Guoguo and Achao. The three of them happily high-fived to celebrate, eating meat and drinking alcohol.

What he didn't know was that in a hospital two provinces away from his, in a snow-white ward, a young girl slowly opened her eyes. A nurse happened to walk in, was startled, and hurriedly pressed the intercom to notify the nurse.

"Um... patient number 705 has woken up, please have the doctor come immediately! Also, please notify the family right away."

This is a private, high-end hospital with the most comprehensive care and medical services.

The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie was even more shocked.

"...What? The patient on the seventh floor has woken up!?"

The patients on the seventh floor of this hospital were all diagnosed as being in a deep coma, in a deep sleep, and dependent on machines for survival. However, because their families were wealthy and reluctant to spend the money, they sent the patients here to wait for a miracle to happen.

Who would have thought that a miracle would actually happen?

After giving the instructions, the nurse returned to the bedside with great concern and called out to the girl.

"...Miss, can you hear me?"

"........."

Do you remember your own name?

The girl's lips moved slightly, her voice hoarse from not speaking for so long: "...I am...Qin...Ning..."

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Today's update is complete.

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Don't panic, don't panic, I can turn things around!

Volume Two

Chapter 1: The Shrimp-wielding Yandere Yu Mengmeng

"...The big rabbit got sick, the second rabbit went to see him, the third rabbit bought medicine, the fourth rabbit brewed it, and the fifth rabbit died—the fifth rabbit died and never came back, waaaaaah..."

In the dimly lit school building, the girl's voice was weak and soft as she sang a song in a low voice, while she staggered along, the sharp scraping sound of the knife tip dragging on the tiled floor of the corridor.

"Brother, brother, don't be afraid. Five Rabbits are dead, but Mengmeng will be with you forever and ever..."

Her petite figure swayed unsteadily, like a rag doll walking. She passed through the school corridor, where a dozen or so students who had come to the "test of courage" in the middle of the night were drugged and knocked unconscious. They lay scattered about, some still faintly conscious, gently frozen, like a group of fish that had just been washed ashore and stranded.

The girl weaved through the crowd, sometimes skirting around others, sometimes stepping on them as if nothing had happened. Miraculously, her long machete didn't harm anyone in these perilous situations.

She suddenly felt resistance in her right foot. Looking down, she saw a long-haired girl lying face down, desperately clinging to her right ankle with her weak and powerless body.

“...You, Yu Mengmeng...you've gone mad...you're his, his sister, Xiao Cheng could never...like you...this kind of love is insane, pathological…”

The girl whose foot was being held didn't say a word, but simply pulled her foot out.

"Sister Yezi, it's alright."

Her voice was soft and gentle.

"I just want to be with my brother."

"Even if my brother thinks I'm disgusting, it's okay..."

She seemed to have some speech impediment, and stuttered when she spoke.

The long-haired girl was unable to move, and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.

"No...she's gone mad, Yu Mengmeng has gone mad, someone...please, please come and save Xiao Cheng..."

The girl pushed open the door to the biology lab, and with a creak, the boy in the corner was startled awake. He tried to shout, but found that his mouth was taped shut, his body was bound hand and foot, and his hands were tied behind his back.

The sound of footsteps and the dragging of a long machete on the ground rose in parallel, like a symphony of death.

She stood by the window, the soft moonlight shining in, illuminating most of the right side of her face in a snowy white light, while the left side of her face remained hidden in darkness.

Upon seeing who it was, Su Cheng panicked even more.

“…Waaah…” She wanted to call her sister’s name, but could only make muffled guttural sounds.

"Brother Cheng, don't be afraid."

The girl squatted down in front of him, her eyes devoid of any light, her head tilted, as innocent and naive as a newborn animal.

"I will always be with you."

"When my brother dies, I will take a part of him with me on a journey to fulfill our promise..."

"Wa ...

The eerie, near-death experience caused Su Cheng to burst into uncontrollable tears of terror.

The long machete was used to traverse and move across the boy's body.

From the neck down to the lower abdomen.

"I'm wondering whether to take this place or this place?"

"...Never mind, let's stay here..."

“I don’t like this place, but you must really like it. Otherwise, why would you keep using it when you’re with Sister Yezi, Sister Qingyin, and the other sisters? You keep using it, right next to me in the room, and it’s so noisy that I can’t sleep. Hey, brother, have you ever thought about disturbing my sleep?”

"When I got to school... it was the changing room at the swimming pool, the rooftop toilet that no one was using, the rooftop, the classroom after school... every single day, it made me feel so disgusted... Brother, how could you just go home like nothing happened?"

His tone was like a puppeteer's strings, wrapping around the neck in circles, suffocating the listener.

The machete was placed against the neck, pressing inward inch by inch.

"Brother, you're the gentlest, you'll definitely grant my request, right? Please, it belongs only to me, only to Mengmeng—"

The boy stared in horror at the sharp machete before him, which he was powerless to stop.