Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Mu Nanfeng sipped his soda, glancing at Sim, who was covering his face, with a subtle expression.

The more they talk, the more outrageous it seems, yet it also sounds more believable. Should we call the police?

Sim put his hand down, took out a lamp, and placed it on the table.

“I came to find her by the light of this Atlas lamp.”

Mu Nanfeng looked at the lamp with surprise.

It is said to be a lamp, but there is no wick inside. Instead, there is a small, four-petaled, bright blue flower, which is soaked in transparent oil and shimmers under the light. The flower slowly rises and falls with the movement of the lamp.

“During the last showdown, I secretly projected her shadow into the image so I could find her by following the trail.”

“As long as she gets close to this Atlas lamp, the lamp will show me her location.”

Xiao Hua is currently not moving and seems perfectly normal.

"...What bad thing did she do that you're hunting her down for?"

Sim sighed.

"wilderness."

“In our territory of Techira, there is a place called the ‘Wasteland’.”

"That was the cursed land left behind by the primordial witch when she chased after her lover. She drew all the water into the ground and led it to Nader City. As a result, Nader City was flooded, and the residents had to build all their houses on stilts, turning it into a water city. The once fertile villages became impoverished and barren, and the residents had to move away. We call it the 'Wasteland'."

"A curse can only be broken by the witch herself and her bloodline."

"...Isn't that witch still alive? Why don't you go find her?" Mu Nanfeng asked curiously.

The sins should not be borne by the children; that daughter is completely innocent!

Sim slammed his fist on the table, his voice heavy with sorrow.

"...I can't find anyone!"

"She only returned to the world once, about ten years ago, and hasn't come back since. Back then, the four major families besieged the Devich family, and she came out and said there was no way, and that was that. In order to maintain world peace, she voluntarily made many [rules] seals, but now her magic power is only one-tenth of what it used to be, so the seals can't be broken. We can only wait for her daughter."

Sim tapped the table with his knuckles.

"The world she lives in, this place, is not a place where the power of nature is abundant."

"There are many worlds in the dimension, and in order to prevent these worlds from interfering with each other, each world has its own set of rules to suppress them."

"And her husband, who is currently the [Rules] Controller living in this world, placed a powerful [Rules] seal on her in order to prevent her from interfering with this world."

Mu Nanfeng felt a bit overwhelmed, and then she heard Sim continue indignantly.

"That 'rule' holder himself is no good either. He's always neglecting his duties and managing things. Other worlds are fine, but I've heard that in their kind—the human world that's known as a highly developed technological civilization—the probability of accidentally traveling to other worlds is the highest."

"It's because of his mismanagement."

As Sim spoke more and more earnestly, gritting her teeth, Mu Nanfeng could almost hear the grinding of her back teeth.

"...Okay, so you're here to see her daughter?"

"We don't ask for much, just that she washes away the curse of the Wasteland and returns the bountiful land that rightfully belongs to us, Tequila."

"...She returns to the Devich family twice a year. I went to her door and asked her to deal with the [Wasteland] curse, but she said she didn't have time—the summer and winter vacations are very short, she's very busy, she doesn't have time."

Mu Nanfeng let out a soft "Oh!"

After going around in circles, she finally returned to the world she knew.

Mu Nanfeng thought for a moment.

Didn't she initially say that her purpose for coming was confidential and that she had signed a confidentiality agreement?

Why did you blurt it all out of grief and indignation?

But she kept it to herself, being understanding and considerate.

"What's this person's name? Should I look it up on Baidu for you?"

"We have something called the Internet here that is very convenient; it can connect us to information from all over the world."

Sim looked at Mu Nanfeng's phone with a surprised expression.

"How could such a tiny, thin piece of crystal communication technology find her?"

"This is like the Atlas lamp in this world!" Mu Nanfeng said with a smile, considerately choosing an explanation that the other party could understand.

Sim whispered a name, and Mu Nanfeng typed it into the search bar.

[Mimo Devich]

Search results: 0 results.

Mu Nanfeng sighed.

But the name also seemed vaguely familiar.

Xx

In the dimly lit basement, the three hundred warriors held their breath in anticipation.

On the projection screen, the street appears, with a bright red sports car at the starting line, and the image freezes.

David looked as if he were facing death, as if he were holding a submachine gun instead of a handle.

He was a lone warrior about to charge into enemy territory.

He glanced at his friends, their gazes lingering with a tragic air, then fell silent.

His friends looked back at him, their eyes revealing determination.

Go forth, carrying our hopes.

[We absolutely must succeed!]

The world is in your hands now.

David nodded and hummed in agreement.

He turned his head and looked at Bai Weiran again.

Bai Weiran crossed her arms and didn't look at him.

"Commander Bai," Dawei greeted respectfully.

"I'm going to begin."

Bai Weiran made a move.

He slowly extended his thumb and raised it.

All three hundred people saw his action, and a sense of inexplicable sorrow welled up in their chests.

My dad was never that strict with me back then, and now, I actually miss that time a little.

David pressed the start button for the game, and as everyone held their breath, the bright red sports car began to speed smoothly along the road, traversing the city streets and alleys, crashing and ramming.

"...No, there's no clipping! Look how natural it is!"

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho!!!"

Some people hugged each other excitedly.

Someone shouted excitedly.

"Hit that pedestrian! Quickly, hit that old man!!"

A passerby was knocked away and started talking through bubbles above their head.

[You bastard, don't run! I won't let you get away with this!!]

Suddenly, a dozen or so men armed with guns and sticks rushed out from the streets on both sides, surrounded the red sports car, and began beating it, causing its durability to drop rapidly.

"Look, this is my design! Don't think the road is full of old people, women, and children!" The man shouted triumphantly, looking up at the sky and roaring, almost pounding his chest in a fit of rage.

"I'll show you, you motorcycle robber, that justice is everywhere on this road."

Ah Wei stepped on the gas and broke through the encirclement, weaving and crashing for hundreds of miles—

Seeing a clueless teenager spraying paint on the roadside, the person in the bright red sports car got out and punched the teenager on the left and right.

The boy coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, fell backward to the ground, and bubbles appeared above his head as he spoke.

"Don't run if you dare! My brother's here tonight to fight the Black Dragon—ugh!!"

A countdown appeared on the screen. Five seconds later, a burly man in a suit, holding a golf ball, appeared on the scene. He looked down at his younger brother, a pixelated figure, and covered his face in sadness for a second.

A large group of his henchmen followed behind him, all with bubbles rising from their heads.

Brother, please accept my condolences!

The burly man hoisted the golf club onto his shoulder and chuckled twice.

It's not enough for you to grieve alone; you must also help others grieve!

He rushed forward and gave the player another good beating.

The R&D team cheered, their blood boiling with excitement.

"Yay! Beat him up! Beat him up!!"

Bai Weiran crossed his arms: "…………"

As an ordinary person, he imagined himself as a member of the extreme world, constantly challenging everyone and everything.

The original Yakuza brothers developed the game, and since none of them were willing to submit to the others, everyone on the road became a Yakuza.

Each passerby has a powerful background and influence, and can command a large following. The bank security guards are like demon kings, retired special forces soldiers, making the challenge extremely high. The protagonist, on the other hand, is the weakest, and any random passerby could grab him and beat him up.

The protagonist is extremely difficult to empathize with, while the passersby are extremely relatable—a reverse thinking approach.

Is this a game that will immediately fail upon release?

Chapter Nineteen: His Apology

Looking at the projected scene and the three hundred Extreme Path brothers who had gone mad, Bai Weiran felt a rare moment of self-doubt.

He understood that dying suddenly in games was common.