Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"It will disappear—" 007 said nonchalantly.

"Besides the world you live in, there are many, many other worlds that, like planets, will collapse and disappear. That's not surprising."

The most terrifying thing about this mission isn't its content—it's that the world will gradually collapse as it keeps restarting.

The rule of leaving the world midway is also to prevent him from escaping midway.

He had noticed it early on, but remained calm and even left decisively before the second restart.

Upon hearing this answer, Bai Weiran couldn't help but sigh.

This has escalated to a question of whether or not to save a life.

“What punishment would I be given if I tried to take her away from that world?” he asked.

"...You will not be punished."

"...?"

007 tilted his head and looked at him with an air of self-righteousness.

With a flick of her finger, a white sheet of paper with black ink and several gleaming gold seals appeared in her hand, the document itself radiating outwards in concentric golden ripples.

He looks really impressive.

“We have what we call the ‘Special Regulations for Managers.’ During their tenure as managers, they are not subject to any penalties from the platform until they leave office, at which point they will be punished.”

"Management candidates also enjoy the same rights, but these rights are only guaranteed until they are promoted to managers. If you do not become a formal manager, you will be punished when you are removed from the candidate list."

The AI ​​girl remained calm and composed, speaking with conviction.

"This is our principle that 'even the emperor is not subject to the same laws as commoners.'"

Bai Weiran: ...?

He pondered for a few seconds, then frowned.

It sounds reasonable at first glance.

"But why do I have the right to prohibit managers from resigning at will and to restrict candidates from withdrawing from the assessment process?"

If the candidates are all rigorously selected and of good character.

This kind of penalty is more like a clause prohibiting employees from leaving the company, applied to high-performing employees.

007's face stiffened, and countless green codes flashed in his eyes.

"How could that be? This is a great honor."

Bai Weiran looked suspicious.

When were these regulations drafted?

The AI ​​girl, rarely stumbling, remained silent for a long time.

"In short, this is a very favorable clause for candidates, and everyone who has used it says it's great."

"Don't worry, just trust me. If you want to bring her back, don't worry, you won't be punished."

The more you explain, the more suspicious it seems.

Bai Weiran narrowed his eyes, about to speak, but 007 waved his hand, and a hole suddenly appeared under his feet. Before he could even utter a sound, he vanished from the spot.

007 then clutched her chest, her expression still blank, but her actions betrayed her nervousness.

Then she exclaimed in surprise, rushed to the edge of the cave, cupped her hands into a megaphone shape, and shouted into the cave.

"By the way, your next assessment will have a designated examiner—"

The examiner also said that she would come to see you.

Xx

An Qin remained seated in the small attic.

Under a dim light, she slowly applied oil paint to the painting.

The phone next to me was playing the news.

A large number of sharks mysteriously appeared along the coastal waterfront the day before yesterday, resulting in four deaths and twenty injuries. The mayor is urging residents to stay away from the shore in the near future...

Anqin reached out and turned off the phone.

The attic returned to silence.

She coughed twice.

With a hunched back and bent posture, he held a brush and kept adding paint to the painting.

In the painting, two figures are depicted more clearly on the mattress in an exquisite European-style room.

She had run out of paint and was about to squeeze out a new tube when she turned around and found that someone else was holding the paint.

An Qin was stunned for several seconds, not realizing what was happening.

"...Mr. Bai!?"

An Qin was pleasantly surprised, while Bai Weiran was terrified.

He looked at the painting and remained silent for two seconds.

"...Are you going to draw our little yellow pictures to repay us?"

The room and the figures in the painting.

Even if you read erotic novels, it doesn't mean you'd like to be the protagonist of one.

An Qin was pulled back to her senses from her surprise, her face immediately turning red as she quickly stood in front of the painting.

“No, I just miss you all, I miss Mr. Bai and Miss Qin, so I…I…” she said, her face slightly flushed.

"I didn't peek that day, I was just imagining it..."

So you draw some silly things that you shouldn't draw whenever you miss them?

Bai Weiran inexplicably felt a sense of relief, as if he had survived a catastrophe.

And it's so realistic even without me peeking.

An Qin, who are you trying to drive to their death?

"It's very well drawn, but don't draw it again."

Upon hearing this, An Qin's face immediately showed struggle and embarrassment.

"...Can you draw the version with clothes on?"

How upset she must be if we don't let her draw!

She also wants to draw many other people—

Bai Weiran: …………

Is he preparing to transform from a melancholic and yandere painter into a yellow-themed yandere painter?

"...Those who are dressed are allowed."

An Qin breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at him with bright eyes.

Those eyes held seven parts disbelief, two parts longing, and one part the joy of something lost and found, along with a cautious apprehension.

Bai Weiran looked at her and shook his head.

“I understand how you feel, Anqin, but unfortunately, I didn’t come here to respond to that feeling,” he said.

“I want to save your life. A great disaster is about to happen in this world, and you will not be able to escape it. As your friend, I want to help you.”

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to the stunned Anqin.

"If you want to live, come with me."

He made himself very clear.

Hopefully, Anqin is considering her own life more than anything else.

An Qin looked at Bai Weiran's serious expression, then shifted her gaze from his face to the outstretched hand.

She smiled, and her brown eyes suddenly darkened.

What nonsense is he spouting?

That's not important, that's not important at all.

He came to save her life, or to reciprocate her feelings; neither of these things mattered to her.

Because her wish was to stay by his side, stay by his side, stay by his side.

I will do everything I can to be good to him.

Mr. Bai is too foolish to get caught up in those earnest words.

And she has already won—

He won the moment he arrived.

An Qin laughed, rushed over, and hugged that hand tightly.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

“Mr. Bai, I want to live,” she said excitedly.

Living on together by your side—

I can't wait to see more adorable works.

Bai Weiran, with her arms around him, looked up at the half-finished painting.

"........."

With a flick of the finger, the explicit image instantly transformed back into a pristine white canvas.

Anqin caught a glimpse of his movement, shrugged, and smiled.

...It doesn't matter, she can still draw.

The two figures were enveloped in white light and disappeared into the gradually collapsing world.