Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"No way, so Mengmeng wants to commit suicide? What happened to Mengmeng? Why would she want to die?"

"That's not right. We already have a suicidal Mengmeng. A suicidal Mengmeng has appeared before. She appeared and then died."

The chef, Mengmeng, wearing a tall white hat, made a comment that startled the kung fu-loving Mengmeng standing next to her.

"Did we have a suicidal Mengmeng before?"

"Sigh, in this world, who doesn't have suicidal thoughts? Everyone does, sometimes they appear and sometimes they don't. Suicidal Mengmeng will suddenly appear, and then she will say every day that she wants to die. Then one day she will disappear again, leaving only the clothes she is wearing. After a while, she will reappear. The duration of her appearance is uncertain."

Chef Mengmeng explained earnestly.

“Every time she appears, all of us Mengmengs try our best to make her happy and spend more time with her, but the happier she is, the faster she disappears, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

The mechanic Mengmeng overheard this and chimed in.

"There's nothing we can do. When people are happy, the suicidal thoughts just disappear from their minds. There's nothing we can do about it."

With her head wrapped in two buns, Mengmeng couldn't help but sigh.

"Poor Mengmeng, she committed suicide. The happier she was, the shorter her life was—"

Someone on stage coughed, and all the girls immediately stopped their discussion and looked over.

Policewoman Mengmeng stood in front of the microphone stand, which was about the same height as her, looking petite and small.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm sure you've all received the theme of this meeting—in our world of cute girls, a yandere cute girl has been born who poses a threat to other cute girls."

These words caused another commotion among the children, and it took a few shouts from the policewoman to calm them down.

"I know, I know, the rule of the world of cute kids is that all cute kids should respect and love each other, live in peace, and live freely, because each of us represents a possibility for cute kids."

“If we hurt and attack each other, it will cause some of Mengmeng’s personality traits or potential to disappear.”

Upon hearing this, Judge Mengmeng, who was sitting in the audience, silently reached out and pinched the shut-in Mengmeng next to her hard.

"What are you doing... Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Police officer Mengmeng continued speaking.

“We have always lived by this rule—but things are different now. If this yandere moe is left unattended, she will harm others. Unlike the previous suicidal moe, she may kill other moe and make other possibilities in the lives of moe disappear.”

"As the guardian of the Moe Moe world, the only police officer Moe Moe, I cannot sit idly by."

"The purpose of this conference is to allow everyone to decide on her verdict together—"

Xx

Bai Weiran stood at the police station window and looked out, only able to vaguely see the banners in the square.

It seems very lively over there.

As he pondered this, he drank the "Forgotten Child Milk" that he had sorted out from the storage room.

He hadn't had this in a long time, and he was surprised to find it tasted quite good.

He turned his head and saw the yandere Mengmeng in the solitary confinement cell looking at him, huddled in the corner like a wounded but still menacing little lion that could attack at any moment.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked her.

no answer.

He didn't mind and continued chatting on his own.

"They are having a meeting to decide how to deal with you."

“I’m also barred from attending this sentencing hearing,” Bai Weiran said with a smile and a shrug.

"Police officer Mengmeng said that this is Mengmeng's own business and that Mengmeng should make the decision herself. That's really well said."

He dragged over a chair and sat in front of the detention center's bars, just out of arm's reach, with an air of friendliness.

"If you don't defend yourself, you might be imprisoned... or become the only death row inmate in the world... Aren't you going to explain yourself?"

"There must be a reason for wanting to kill others, right?"

There isn't necessarily a reason; some people are just born tyrannical and find pleasure in killing.

However, Mengmeng is not that kind of person.

The yandere Mengmeng still didn't answer, but just looked at him coldly, as if he were an idiot.

"Then how about I guess?" Bai Weiran said calmly.

"You want to kill other cute characters, to kill all other possibilities in their lives, because you believe that's the only way to gain love—"

The yandere-like moe finally showed a change in expression, her brows twitching slightly.

"Because you think those cute things aren't important." Bai Weiran continued slowly and calmly.

"You like someone, and that person, or many people you meet, give you that feeling—it doesn't matter, what you want to do doesn't matter."

"The people who love you don't care what you do. The more assertive you are and the more you want to do what you want, the more you'll find contradictions and pain in it."

"Your career, dreams, and identity are nothing more than an external shell, and what you think the people who love you ultimately want is just obedience—your obedience, liking to do housework, liking cute things, unconditionally liking children, and liking to be a mother."

"I hope you're smart, but I only hope you use your intelligence to be calculating in relationships, petty, and temperamental; to arrange furniture, to choose pretty dresses, and to think about which white stockings look best."

"Because once you put your intelligence into politics, society, humanities and history, you know far more than the person you love, and that person feels that their authority is being challenged."

"He felt you shouldn't be like this; his eyes revealed his disgust for you and his unwillingness to talk about it."

"Because to those who say they love you, you should be petty, emotionally unstable, narrow-minded, lacking in vision, preoccupied with personal feelings, ignorant of national affairs, only good at small things, and only suitable for doing small things."

"You feel conflicted, but you also want to be loved so much, so you decide to kill the other cute ones."

The yandere Mengmeng slowly widened her eyes, staring intently at Bai Weiran.

"Because by killing other cute characters, you'll lose your dreams, your ideals, and your conflicts. You won't need to be a cute character who's clearly clever but uses that cleverness to carefully pretend you haven't seen through the other person's ignorance and to save their face—"

Bai Weiran sighed.

“You think that killing them will make the real Mengmeng feel better and stop the contradictions—but you can’t bear to kill them because they are Mengmeng’s consciousness, just like you.”

The yandere Momo gently murmured her lips.

"...I don't understand."

"I don't quite understand, but if the other cute ones die, the cute ones will be more relaxed, less conflicted, less self-doubting, and... more easily loved."

"Mengmeng, I want to be loved..."

Bai Weiran thought that this was actually a very simple contradiction.

We all know we should be ourselves, but living in society means we can't escape the influence of others.

Even the most carefree religious believers, philosophers, and sociologists or psychologists who have thoroughly studied human nature will still be trapped and suffer from the simplest and most basic interpersonal relationships around them.

Who the hell doesn't know they should be themselves?

But people want to be loved as long as they live. When the world is divided into two groups based on gender, and under the guidance of a set of ideas, men and women are categorized into separate stereotypes.

He snapped his fingers crisply, looking relaxed, and smiled slightly.

"Let's talk about the root of your confusion, Mengmeng."

"Then I'll tell you one of the best qualities of a yandere—"

"Yandere...the best quality?"

Bai Weiran smiled and, instead of starting with the advantages, began to recount the entire history.

The entire history of the world was pioneered by men, and history was written by men. For a long time, men controlled almost all knowledge and discourse power, economics, politics, and even physiological aspects. Even the weakest man could easily defeat the weakest woman.

"Women are absent throughout history or in many books. They either become background figures, appearing only in a few words in books, or they are given lofty identities: beauties who could topple kingdoms, queens, concubines, princesses, young ladies, and so on. But no matter how noble their status is, these writers will never expose the underlying logic when they write—no matter how high their status is, they are just playthings to be manipulated by others."

"This has created a divide. The plight of women in reality is ignored. When they speak out and write, it is mostly men who imagine the psychology and thoughts of women. The content that is actually recorded is pitifully little. We are all human beings, and our joys and sorrows are not the same."

"In modern times, suddenly a hundred flowers bloom, suddenly there are channels to express their opinions, and suddenly they have knowledge and economic power. These directly squeeze the interests of the vested interests of the past, causing conflicts and contradictions. The weakest and most bottom-level men can at least have a woman they can control, even if she is less knowledgeable or economically capable than them. This is the power that the entire social trend and system have given them."

Bai Weiran turned his head and smiled playfully.

"To put it nicely, it's about protection; to put it bluntly, how many people in this world are truly willing to live the kind of life that we can clearly see in women's lives?"

Look at your mother, would you want to live your mother's life?

When this question was asked, both men and women said they were unwilling—but at this moment, a united front was reached.

"It's absurd that all of history, literature, and even a large number of classical texts and poems that we read were written by male writers. They taught men what to be like and women what to be like—as I just said, to be docile, to be temperamental, and even to throw tantrums, but that it was out of love for him, not to argue about whether this truth was right or wrong."

These people privately believe that women are not qualified to debate the truth.

Many men remain silent during arguments not because they are magnanimous.

It was because they discovered the other person's intelligence.

At that moment, they felt not admiration, but mostly panic.

Someone who was once inferior to me and now has resources has become my equal.

"Creative works can reflect people's hearts, so it's very simple. Just look at those emotional articles and you'll understand."

"In most romance novels where the male protagonist is the main character, the core idea is 'I, the man, am the strongest,' while in most romance novels where the female protagonist is the main character, the core idea is 'I, the man, am the strongest.'"

Bai Weiran couldn't stop laughing.

"This is absolutely hilarious."

"It's not just men who think they should be the strongest, or at least superior to women of half the world; women also implicitly believe they should be inferior to the vast majority of men. What's even more frightening is that many people find pleasure in these things, without realizing that this underlying framework is skewed."

"To put it more bluntly, many of the women depicted by writers today are nothing more than sex workers disguised in different professional guises."

"Most people, influenced by this kind of content, are neither prepared nor expecting that women are truly intelligent. In fact, if the female protagonists in these books were to actually have brains, writers would stop writing and would only elevate love to the highest level, using the ridiculous excuse that love makes people's IQ zero to cover up all the weak and powerless plot twists."

"You've been influenced by this kind of upbringing; you want to kill other cute characters because it's easier to please others and be loved that way—"

Chapter Eleven: This is How I Love You

A moment of silence.

The yandere Momo looked bewildered and at a loss.

She nervously shrank her arms and legs.

"I do not know."