Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

The vast expanse of stars and the Milky Way shimmering in the sky, the moon's reflection, the sea of ​​stars, the sea reflecting all the Milky Ways in the sky, unfolding in a mesmerizing and unbelievable scene that could never exist in reality.

A dark-haired girl was sitting on the beach.

She was facing away from him, not moving at all.

She gazed at the stars and the vast ocean before her.

The scene is peaceful and beautiful.

Bai Weiran walked over and sat down next to her. For a long while, neither of them spoke. They just quietly watched the sea. Waves of seawater surged up, making not the sound of splashing water, but the sound of tiny diamonds rubbing against each other, or the delicate and pleasant sound of crystals and silver pieces striking each other.

"Are you really that good to me?" Bai Weiran asked with a smile.

Qin Ning gave him a lazy sidelong glance.

"What is it, Brother Weiran?"

"Everyone else is trying to give me a hard time with their own tasks, creating challenges, playing pranks, chasing me through the forest, and beating me up with Gundams, but you, the grand finale, get nothing—or... Qin Ning, are you planning to make me stand up to a tsunami with my bare hands later?"

"Let me make this clear first, I can't do it, but it doesn't matter, I'll just give up."

Bai Weiran spoke jokingly, but Qin Ning did not laugh. Her expression was thoughtful, and her bright cat-like eyes sparkled with an unprecedented clarity.

She tucked her feet, which were lying flat on the beach, and rested her chin on her chin.

"I was thinking of that too," she said, moving slowly.

"I thought about it a lot and made a lot of plans, but those plans seemed fun at first, but I quickly stopped finding them fun. I realized I didn't want to do anything." Qin Ning tilted her head and looked at Bai Weiran.

"Brother Weiran, I think I'm sick."

"...?"

"Not long ago, many thoughts that I had never thought of before kept popping into my mind, like boiling water, bubbling and bubbling. I kept thinking and thinking."

Qin Ning stretched out her hand and pointed to the stars in the sky. The stars she pointed to suddenly shone brightly.

She tapped them one by one with her hand, once, twice, ten times, fifty times, one hundred times—

Finally, she stopped and stared blankly at the starry sky.

"Brother Weiran, this superpower is really amazing."

"It can do so many things."

"But it wasn't until I had it that I understood why Brother Weiran always told me not to treat you as a hero—this ability is so amazing, yet so limited."

Qin Ning's voice was low and soft, sounding gentle amidst the sound of the sea. Bai Weiran didn't speak, but listened quietly.

"Through this ability, I can see many other worlds."

"Human history is always strikingly similar. In these many parallel worlds, there are many things that can be projected onto our present world, as if they are two sides of the same coin."

“I saw people there praising the atrocities, blatantly beating women.”

But the onlookers laughed and praised the act.

Yes, beat her up!

[This is so satisfying! So cool!!]

Women need to be taught a lesson. If you let them have it easy for too long, they'll start to climb all over you.

[This is considered a light punishment.]

[That was great! She cursed at me, and I slapped her right across the face. It felt so good!]

The people in those worlds follow the perspective of the abuser, they relish a violent frenzy, and everything becomes perfectly natural.

It's just for fun, why take it so seriously?

【happy!】

[So what if I love watching women being hit?]

"Similarly, in our present world, I can't help but want to see what's happening—"

Qin Ning lowered her head, and Bai Weiran smelled a rich floral fragrance suddenly seeping into the air. When she looked up, she saw that the garden was full of flowers, all kinds of roses. The roses were growing on the edge of a dreamlike starry sea, beautiful in a dreamlike way.

"In the present world, more than two-thirds of physical violence is initiated by men against women, especially in romantic relationships and family relationships."

"According to statistics, a woman who has been assaulted will be beaten an average of 35 times before she reports the crime."

Suddenly a strong sea breeze swept by, and most of the roses withered abruptly, with petals scattered everywhere, blown into the air by the strong sea breeze.

"They filed a police report and then applied for protection."

Some of the broken roses had a protective film shining on them, as thin as soap bubbles.

"However, many people choose to withdraw their protection orders after they have been issued—because they are threatened by the abusers. If they do not withdraw them, they will be beaten even more severely if they are found. Law enforcement officers and protectors cannot be by their side at all times, but an abuser can be everywhere. Under such threats, they choose to compromise."

Most of the soap bubbles disappeared, leaving the fragile roses exposed to the increasingly strong sea breeze.

The petals fell one by one.

The entire beach looked like a funeral for flowers.

"This compromise is to reduce the number of times you are beaten seven times a week to three times a week."

Some roses died and disappeared, leaving the rose bushes along the beach pitted, broken, and withered.

In just a moment, it went from a thriving garden to a dilapidated ruin.

"Brother Weiran, I don't understand." Qin Ning raised her head.

"Why do so many people happily accept this kind of content despite such obvious facts? We see this kind of talk everywhere in our lives, online, in creative works, and among the people around us."

Women deserve to be taught a lesson like this!

[That feels good! Woman, if you curse me again, I'll slap you so hard you won't know which way is up!]

I'm just watching for fun; I wouldn't actually do that.

"Why allow such thoughts to peddle poison in your mind, to cheer for more than two-thirds of people who have committed physical violence, to let these thoughts harm, to protect perpetrators, to empathize with perpetrators, and to cultivate the next generation of perpetrators?"

"And they find it very fun and enjoyable."

"Brother Weiran, why?" Qin Ning's voice had a gentle sharpness to it.

"It's wrong to say this, but it's funny to watch. Everyone knows drug trafficking is wrong, and no one would think it's something to be happy about—"

"Most people would go into drug trafficking, but it's easy to find cases of domestic violence around ordinary people."

“The crimes are so close to us, yet the people who see them think, they think—it’s no big deal.”

"Brother Weiran, why?"

Qin Ning asked again.

But this time, her expression turned somewhat sorrowful, yet her eyes were unusually clear, clearer than ever before.

The sea breeze blew, messing up her hair. Bai Weiran reached out and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“…Anything else?” he asked.

"What else are you thinking about?"

Chapter Thirteen: Brother Weiran, I'm scared

"What else are you thinking about?"

Qin Ning pressed her forehead and slowly answered Bai Weiran's question.

"...Some people empathize with the abuser from their perspective, making it impossible to perceive the abuser's psychological problems. Others make the main character invisible, like a camera, concealing the character's loves, hates, values, and various issues, but their thoughts still emerge in the content presented by others—"

[You're all grown up, stop pretending to be innocent!]

[You slut, you whore, you bitch!!]

[Stop pretending! If you keep pretending, it won't look real!]

With such big breasts, I just want people to touch them.

[If she wasn't trying to seduce someone, wearing such short, revealing, and provocative clothing would make her a complete slut!]

[Hahaha, there are only oxen that get worn out from plowing, not fields that get worn out. Men are so pitiful!]

[You wicked women, don't even think about touching me! I'll make you succumb to my advances like bitches!]

"Through fragmented descriptions of inner thoughts and portrayals of women as torn apart, dark, and committing all sorts of unscrupulous crimes, ultimately—it elevates everything with love, oh, because they love me, they do these things, and it can be forgiven—"

"This is truly a touching and moving love story!"

"Watching this kind of behavior, filled with othering and using discriminatory and derogatory terms like 'bitch,' 'slut,' and 'green tea b*tch,' is hilarious, satisfying, and exhilarating!"

"I don't understand, Brother Weiran, I really don't understand."

Qin Ning's voice slowly rose.

"And these characters who have clearly lost their self-love and hate, who are hidden in the world, are always concerned about the world, and are indignant about the wars in the distance and the misfortunes caused by capital. But these people can discriminate against, insult, and belittle the other half of humanity in this world without any scruples in their own world."

"Brother Weiran, I don't know which one is more vicious." Qin Ning moved closer and gently leaned on Bai Weiran's shoulder.

"Is it the kind that follows the perspective of the perpetrator, justifying all acts of violence, or is it the kind that conceals the main perspective, giving a template-like false image and goal, yet strangely surrounds the main character with a world that is clearly full of discrimination against people?"

"Let everyone follow this camera to guide, appreciate, and understand people they have never even met, and first label those they have never met, demonizing, slutting, and discriminating against them."

"Moreover, many people applaud this label, without even realizing the subtle influence it has on them."

[It's just for fun, why take it so seriously?]

"I'm scared, Brother Weiran." Qin Ning suddenly sat up straight and distanced herself from Bai Weiran.

Her voice was soft.

"I was afraid of them, and then I started to be afraid of you too—"

“The more I see things like this, the more scared I become. I know you are different from them, but in terms of biological classification, you belong to one of them.”

Qin Ning fell silent after saying this.

Meanwhile, the rose garden nearby gradually became noisy, with the roses arguing with each other.

[…You bitch! You slut, you dare try to take it from me?]