Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

First came surprise, then cunning, and finally a playful, ambiguous smile.

"Why do you say that? I'm so sad, Mr. Weiran—"

"Because I'm not sick, you won't treat me, nothing will happen between us, so do you think you're meaningless to me?"

The blue-eyed mature woman clutched her chest, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"The Xia Yanle who isn't sickly is too lazy to date because you find it troublesome—" Bai Weiran calmly and bluntly stated.

Xia Yanle blinked, her face full of innocence.

The way this clever and cunning older sister strikes this pose is somewhat endearingly unexpected.

"What's so troublesome about it? Dating makes a person's emotions fluctuate, makes them feel insecure, makes them cry and laugh for you, makes them anxious. Do you think these things are troublesome?"

They stopped fighting, and the spectators around the arena, unable to hear their conversation, went from curiosity to impatience, and even started to clamor.

"To fight or not to fight? It's so boring if we don't fight!"

"Boring! I came here to see rivers of blood!!"

The complaints from the audience came in waves.

Yuan Jixi's expression remained unchanged. Suddenly, he slammed his fist down, smashing it into the floor and shattering the central stone slab. The resulting gust of wind caused eight adjacent stone slabs to explode simultaneously, flying twenty meters away.

The noisy audience fell silent instantly.

Nana gave Yuan Jixi a thumbs up.

The two players on the sidelines were completely unaffected by this incident.

"What's so special about dating?" Bai Weiran laughed.

"No, what will be troublesome for you is what comes later. When you see through the glass curtain of this society, you will find it very troublesome—this glass curtain tells you that you can be smart, but you can't be too smart, because you will find that many men you meet want you to be smart, because a smart woman choosing him can make him seem very outstanding, but if a smart woman is so outstanding that she overwhelms him, then he will not be happy."

"Your intelligence must have its limits. It's best to use your intelligence on caring for your family, your partner, and other small things in life. As for politics, science, socio-economics, quantum mechanics, physics, biology, archaeology, and so on, these are not things you should be concerned with."

"For thousands of years, from China to the whole world, the right to education has been in the hands of men. Therefore, the stories, works, articles and novels created most often praise the selfless dedication of women, accompanying a man from nothing to success, and extolling the greatness of maternal love. They believe that women are born to like housework, cooking, and even, naturally, to like being a mother."

"You're a very independent person, and you have absolutely no interest in becoming a mother—"

"And you'll find that this is what many men you meet most want you to do."

Xia Yanle listened with a half-smile on her face, without refuting.

Bai Weiran then continued speaking.

"You're a lazy bum. You're too lazy to argue with these people, too lazy to bother with all these rules and regulations. You're too lazy to defeat anyone, too lazy to please anyone. In the end, you're too lazy to care about others and just want to do your own research."

Bai Weiran paused here, then chuckled.

"And I'm lazy too."

“I understand these things, and I also feel tired of them. Who doesn’t like having a smart, considerate person at home who can manage everything in an orderly manner? It’s a source of pride to take them out, and they can provide me with endless emotional value when I’m home. But when someone does most of this for me, their life is also largely ruined.”

“I once did a simple calculation—assuming I am the main person in charge of the family, the child goes to school at seven o'clock, and as a mother, I have to get up at five o'clock to sweep and mop the floor, tidy up the table, and then start preparing breakfast, taking into account everyone's tastes. In the middle of all this, I have to wake the child up to wash up and then go back to cook breakfast myself.”

"If the child hasn't woken up yet, I have to run back and forth to wake them up, prepare the meal and put it on the table. When the child and husband arrive, the meal might not be well received. I might hear complaints, such as the soy milk not being good, the coffee being weak, or the food being the same as yesterday. Then I have to clean up, wash the dishes, and clean everything up, urge them to go to school, and get them to school by seven o'clock. Then I have to rush to get ready for work, because it's hard to support a family with just one person's income, let alone hand over economic power to someone else. It's so unsettling."

Bai Weiran slowly recounted the details.

"Going to work, getting off work, rushing to pick up the kids, rushing to cook, preparing food, cooking, cleaning up, and doing a lot of housework, notifying someone to fix the door lock or change a light bulb, doing laundry, clothes don't just fall into the washing machine and get washed by themselves, and washed clothes won't suddenly be finished if they're not hung out to dry, and dried shirts won't be as smooth and new if they're not ironed, and the collars of clothes that haven't been specially hand-washed won't be shiny... And all these small efforts don't yield any substantial monetary reward from society or any real growth in professional skills that are meaningful to society."

“Such a terrifying workload would earn an S-level performance rating and double the bonus in our project,” Bai Weiran shrugged.

“I was chatting with colleagues on the project once, and we talked about a very interesting topic—a copywriter suggested that men collectively become the female protagonists in the works they like to watch, and just wait to be rescued and fucked. They all said that these female protagonists enjoy themselves without working. As a result, that copywriter's suggestion was unanimously criticized as really vicious.”

Bai Weiran couldn't help but laugh again as he said this.

“I was listening in and found it funny. I said they were lucky, but nobody wanted to be them, whether they were creators, readers, or just ordinary people. Creators complained that women had too many privileges, turning their dissatisfaction in reality into anger and writing it into books. They created imaginary perfect women to depend on and be saved by themselves, but in the end, nobody wanted to be the perfect women in these books, even though they had all the privileges they complained about. It’s really an interesting social experiment.”

"I understand this inherent flaw and I don't want to ruin others, but as a beneficiary of this ideology, it is in my interest to maintain this system, so I won't turn against it. All I can do is not harm others, and I'm too lazy to date."

"When two people who are too clear-headed meet, what can possibly happen? They nod and smile, brush past each other, and become strangers."

Xia Yanle burst into laughter.

"Mr. Weiran, you still have such a sharp tongue!"

"I just think they're all too difficult," Bai Weiran said calmly.

“We are all being manipulated by a system, and under this system, we are also manipulating each other. Those scumbags in the mission are nothing more than angry losers under the patriarchal system, instilling in people the only measure of value in the competition—money and women.”

"They don't understand what they really want or think about in their lives. They say they value love and relationships, but all of this is only reflected in physical relationships and money. In the end, they are all domesticated by the system's ideology."

"Our enemy is not each other, but the systems that create these ideas and the environment that reinforces them. We must change these—"

To prevent yanderes from being in an environment conducive to their own delinquency.

It allows people to not need to use the amount of love they receive to prove their independence.

No one should treat anyone as a subordinate, and no one should be like this—

No one is born to be docile or to enjoy being a mother.

No one is born to struggle for a house, a car, and a dowry.

Without resolving these fundamental issues, there can never be truly good relationships.

If people can't be themselves and can only conform to a certain template, how can there be any good relationships?

As soon as Xia Yanle raised his hand, Gao Da, who was holding Bai Weiran, also let go.

He fell from mid-air to the ground with both legs landing simultaneously, the numbness forcing him to pause for a moment.

Then someone pushed him against the wall, placed their hand on his chest, looked up at him with bright blue eyes, and smiled mischievously.

"I'm so touched that you've thought so much about me and understood everything so clearly."

“I’m not just thinking about you, I’m also thinking about many people around me—” Bai Weiran retorted quietly.

"It seems that women are more restricted under this system, but there are also many kind and empathetic men who are dragged down and suffer because of it."

"They fulfilled all the obligations that the system should have, and out of awareness of the system and empathy for others, they tried to understand and help each other. In the end, they were exhausted, doing an excessive amount of work and feeling a great sense of responsibility. The weak would often use their sense of responsibility to blackmail them, making them live their whole lives under the responsibility and guilt of protecting their families, leaving them exhausted and powerless."

"...Everyone is making things difficult for each other...With you so close, I can't have a proper conversation, Xia Yanle."

As he spoke, she moved closer, so close that their breaths mingled and their lips were inches apart.

"Is this all you think about? How boring."

"Thinking about these things while dating is too heavy, my Mr. Weiran," Xia Yanle complained softly, her eyes filled with reproach.

"If this were a novel, readers would definitely feel cheated when they get to this point, thinking they were just looking for entertainment, but it has turned into a social issue."

"Sorry, it's a bad habit, I can't change it."

"...So, what conclusion have you drawn?"

"There is no conclusion to this matter. Both sides can only explore and understand the limitations of the framework, and then step out of the framework. In fact, no one can really step out of the framework. The framework is the system, and the system is the framework. A well-established system must have its causes and history. It has maintained stability for many years, but when it is no longer suitable for the current world, we should repair it, rather than complain that it is old and dilapidated and that the rain has soaked the people inside."

"My dear Mr. Weiran, you're such a fool." Xia Yanle stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

A gentle kiss.

She understood what he was saying, but she also found it very funny.

He thought about things much more than she did.

Just as he said, she didn't care. She was lazy. Even if she understood the flaws of the system, she would just scoff at it and put it aside. In order to avoid touching these issues, she simply avoided associating with people who might raise these questions or thoughts, or having any further relationships with them.

She kissed him once, then kissed him again, and gently hugged him.

Xia Yanle never thought that having this morbid obsession was a bad thing.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that this was also a good thing.

"At least we met."

Chapter Six: So Many Cute Things

"Welcome, Detective—"

Yuan Jixi and Nana, wearing red-eyed rabbit masks, butler uniforms, and white gloves, stood in front of a huge glass door and explained to Bai Weiran.

This time, the two have clearly changed their personas again.

Yuan Jixi's performance was as lacking as ever, which Bai Weiran noticed from Nana.

Nana placed one hand on her left chest, her tone calm and even.

She is clearly a cold and aloof butler.

"Thank you for answering the call and coming here to help our master."

"I think you already knew that."

"This world belongs to our master; it is within the master's consciousness."

"Every thought that the master ever had, every fleeting idea, even if it was only for a moment, will be preserved in this world—"

"But not long ago, some villains tried to invade the master's consciousness. Although we discovered and eliminated most of them immediately, a trace of evil escaped and is currently hiding inside. If we leave this door, the evil will find a chance to escape."

"We would like you to enter this realm of consciousness and help us uncover the evil thoughts—"

"But be careful, evil is very cunning; it has disguised itself as our master. You must distinguish it among the countless entities conjured by our master's consciousness—"

Nana and Yuan Jixi stood on either side of each other, and the glass door slid open silently.

As soon as Bai Weiran stepped inside, he was greeted by a dazzling array of colors.

It was a small town.

The town has countless colorful little houses.

There was a pink house with donuts decorating the door, and a sweet aroma wafted from the window.

There were also small houses covered with sheet metal, with a rotating gear in the window position. The gear was a bit rusty and did not turn smoothly, making a series of squeaking noises.

There are also houses with signs that say "Seafood Shop," but there are also signs on the doors that say "Crabs Not for Sale."

Besides, groups of girls in town were chatting, arguing, fighting, or arguing.

They all looked exactly alike, with white hair, red eyes, and cute faces, but they varied in height, weight, and build.