Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

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But to die suddenly while charging bravely is unprecedented.

The more this game project is developed, the worse it gets.

His initial idea was to rectify the atmosphere by having these people incorporate violent storylines into the game, torturing people repeatedly.

It proved effective; they were all tormented to the point of exhaustion, staying up all night thinking about plot, gameplay, and level design until they went bald and suffered from kidney deficiency, comparable to a drug rehabilitation center.

However, excessive abstinence can backfire.

They created a game where the whole world punishes the protagonist.

After it was finished, Bai Weiran was completely dumbfounded.

How can this game be sold? Who will buy it? What about the enjoyment it provides to players?

Several times along the way, he tried to turn the tide and steer things in the right direction.

"Everyone, don't forget the original intention behind making this game," he reminded them with a serious expression.

"Commander Bai, this is wrong, we won't do it." They retorted to him with even more solemn and upright expressions.

"I'm not asking you to actually do it; this is a game, this is fantasy."

"Even wishful thinking is unacceptable. Eliminating uncivilized behavior and purifying Anda's cityscape is what Boss Han Di hopes for, and it's our duty."

One person against three hundred.

Bai Weiran: ...This is weird. I look like the bad guy who forced a good woman into prostitution.

He was defeated.

In every respect, the game's excellence is undeniable. Even with its rough materials and inferior models, it was created by three hundred active yakuza professionals.

That's so damn real.

It also contains a large number of real-life cases.

If the core elements don't go astray, he even expects the game to be a huge hit.

Now he feels the game is about to become a huge hit.

The "explosion" in "self-destruction".

Which player enjoys a game where they get completely beaten up?

These three hundred people didn't put themselves in the protagonist's shoes, but rather in the shoes of everyone the protagonist encountered.

Bai Weiran then felt a pang of apology towards Han Disheng.

He contributed money and effort, but as the only experienced game producer here, he made things spiral out of control.

But Bai Weiran also dislikes pointing fingers at people and saying, "Don't you understand the market? The market demands this; first and foremost, the players have to be satisfied!"

The developers are the game's first players; they believe that having fun is the most important thing.

He watched as they, one by one, projected themselves into this world, as they happily divided up territory and power in a virtual world, and made beating up the protagonist their life's mission.

A sudden, absurd pleasure arose from the act of using violence to combat violence.

He could now understand some of their happiness.

Bai Weiran did not take any forceful measures to stop them; instead, he enjoyed many of the interactions with them.

There is only one rule in this game: break the rules.

Breaking the rules is where the fun begins.

Developing games with normal people in the real world, and making games with yakuza brothers in parallel worlds—isn't that great fun?

But this matter—

"I'm sorry, Mr. Han."

Han Di was in the study, looking at Bai Weiran bowing his head in apology, unable to hide his surprise.

When Bai Weiran suddenly came to find him, he thought it was something serious and treated it with great seriousness.

I never expected him... to come and apologize?

I sincerely apologize for not managing the game project well.

Han Di was momentarily confused.

With that kind of superhuman ability, let alone failing to rescue Eva, even if he violently forced everyone to obey, they would all have to listen obediently. What is there to apologize for?

Not to mention that he was the one who rescued Eva, so even if he messed up the project, it would be the Han family repaying his kindness.

Han Di held a favorite paperweight in his hand and played with it. The black stone was carved into the shape of a lion and was smooth and easy to handle because it had been touched for many years.

He found Bai Weiran increasingly amusing.

They clearly possess these abilities; they can use violence when they want, and they can show kindness when they want.

But he didn't think he was anything special.

He might even feel sorry for wasting manpower, time, and money for such a simple reason.

To say he resembles someone in a superior position is true; he does indeed possess a leisurely and relaxed demeanor typical of those in positions of authority.

He doesn't seem like a leader, and he is indeed not; he is overly considerate of others.

Many people in positions of power are selfish.

“Mr. Bai doesn’t actually need to apologize.” Han Di couldn’t help but laugh.

"Actually, I don't care. Our Han family doesn't really expect to make a living from a game."

If you didn't have it to begin with, then whatever you get is just extra.

"It's one thing for Mr. Han not to care, but it's another thing for me to understand that this matter harms Mr. Han's interests."

Bai Weiran spoke in a relaxed tone.

"The interests of superiors and subordinates are always mutually entangled and detrimental. I let them do what they want and happily complete a game, but I judged that this game did not follow the market logic I knew or the sentiments of the masses, and was likely to fail miserably upon its launch. This harmed Mr. Han's interests. I will not pretend to be ignorant and think that I am completely right, as long as I am happy; that would be irresponsible."

Han Di found it amusing, raised an eyebrow, and asked again, "If you feel bad for me, why don't you let them do what you think is right? That way you'll feel better about me."

"Because I know it's my right." Bai Weiran smiled, holding up a cup of hot tea.

"It's my right to choose between harming your rights and making them happy. I prefer to stay in the middle; going to extremes is not my style."

Han Di stared at Bai Weiran for a few seconds, then grinned silently.

“You’re a smart man, Mr. Bai.”

"Even though you brought me bad news, you made me happy. Mr. Bai, that's a quality even more endearing than your superhuman abilities."

Bai Weiran didn't expect Han Di to respond like that, but he replied with a smile.

"Mr. Han, perhaps you should think of this as an instinct I honed in the cutthroat world of workplace politics, something that's not necessarily a good thing. It's because I've suffered that I've become more humble and shrewd, and the fewer beatings I've endured, the more arrogant and self-satisfied I become. In comparison, I think arrogance is a good thing; at least it proves that less hardship is better than more. After all, if given a choice, everyone would choose a life without hardship, right?"

After finishing the last sip of hot tea, Bai Weiran stood up and said goodbye to Han Di.

Han Di watched his retreating figure leave the study, shaking his head and chuckling.

As soon as Bai Weiran stepped out of the study, he saw the girl standing by the wall of the study, leaning on her cane.

Since her last return to prison, Eva has started learning to walk on her own.

At first, Han Di wanted to send someone to follow them, but he soon realized that it was completely unnecessary.

Everything in the house was familiar to Eva, and she could move around freely on her own without anyone's help.

However, his legs are weak and he still needs a cane for support.

Eva has a new hobby: she likes to secretly walk by herself with her cane, quietly and silently, appearing unexpectedly behind someone.

Suddenly, he developed a talent for pranks that could appear and disappear without a trace.

Everyone in the room had been tortured except for Bai Weiran.

Because he is a superhero who appears and disappears even more mysteriously than Eva.

Eva heard him open the door and looked precisely in his direction.

Bai Weiran greeted her warmly.

Eva turned her face away, her expression cold and conveying a sense of indignation.

Bai Weiran: ? ? ?

Chapter Twenty: The Reason for Her Anger

Bai Weiran was immediately surprised.

After he talked to Eva about the stories that interested her, Eva's attitude softened noticeably.

Although Eva is stubborn, sensitive, and easily angered, she is also the most diligent student, devoting herself wholeheartedly to the things that interest her.

A few days ago, he even learned the origin of Eva's name.

It turns out that Eva's real name is not Eva; Eva is her nickname.

Anda has a history of polytheism, and Eva is a goddess in the records of the Old Gods, who is in charge of water and healing.

Han Di named his daughter Eva in the hope that the goddess would bless her and one day help her eyes get better.

They got along well for many days, but now he's suddenly furious again.

He was baffled, but he didn't try to figure it out.

Her anger is her business, it has nothing to do with me.

Trying to guess the cause of someone else's emotions and blaming yourself is the first and last step in internal conflict.

He ignored her, greeted her, and was about to leave when he was stopped by a delicate cane.

He stopped and raised an eyebrow at Eva.

"Did you need something?"

Eva had a cold expression on her face.