Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"Everyone should flee the Garden of Eden and look at that absurd creation myth. God first created man, and then created woman from one of man's ribs. So there is always a woman who is man's rib. And man is naturally superior to woman. Woman is the embodiment of desire, tempting man to eat the forbidden fruit and commit the sin of lust."

“God loves the world, but God allows the blatant division of classes and discrimination against half of humanity in religious stories. This God truly loves humanity, yet He has been dividing humanity since the creation of the world—” Bai Weiran shrugged as he finished speaking.

Qin Ning retorted, "We Chinese do not believe in this god. Gods, stop here before China!"

“Okay, but China once had other similar ideas about gods, called the five thousand years of feudal tradition, which was domesticated by Confucianism. It told us everyone’s place and what we should do. Feudalism is dead, but people today, regardless of gender, have not yet truly reached the other shore in terms of thought and system.”

"Brother Weiran, what do you want then?"

"Me? My method is very simple." Bai Weiran smiled.

"No need for any grand actions, just believe in the power of words and language."

"Recognize how much discrimination, humiliation, and discrimination exist in words, language, and thought processes in life, and consciously delete them, do not use them, and do not support them."

"Don't talk about respect while condoning discriminatory behavior; it's so contradictory."

"When a man simply saves and respects the one he loves, yet allows other men to spout nonsense and discriminatory remarks, and to slut-shame, call the other gender a slut, a bitch, a green tea b*tch, and all sorts of other behaviors, I believe that silent violence is also a form of violence."

"For the sake of peace and tranquility, we should keep to ourselves and relinquish the right to interpret the discourse to those loud-mouthed idiots and entertainers."

"How many people disguise themselves as people enjoying themselves while harboring discrimination, throwing stones at others from the innocent crowd watching the spectacle?"

"Whether we secretly agree, watch the spectacle without a thought, or insist on refuting, in silence, those who are hurled at discriminatory remarks will assume that you are all in cahoots, and fear, apprehension, and anger will arise spontaneously."

We should shout that famous line like a lawyer in court: "I object!"

I will not argue or debate with you.

But I—

be opposed to--!

I object!!!

"This opposition is not simply because we want to show our critical thinking, but because we understand the entire environment and historical context, have a deeper understanding of ourselves, and oppose the objectification of others without wanting to be objectified."

Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you.

Qin Ning laughed.

"Is it really that simple? Isn't it too easy, Brother Weiran?"

“We must take the first step, and then we can take the next step. If we don’t even take the first step well, we can’t even understand these discriminations, humiliations, and insults. We have no reflection on the whole history and social environment. We are just cursing the current situation. This is not a way to solve the problem.”

"Many societal groups like to emphasize that men are more rational, smarter, and more open-minded. It shouldn't be difficult to do something so simple, right?"

Qin Ning puffed out her cheeks and pointed at him, muttering to herself.

"Brother Weiran, you're objectifying men—"

Bai Weiran raised an eyebrow. "How could that be? My rainbow-like, exaggerated objectification is a good objectification, just like a white lie—you can ask me to put it another way. I would say that girls who call themselves modern women all talk about gender equality, or that women are superior to men. So, stepping out of the victim and the one being supported, and thinking about the whole social framework and social history, is quite reasonable, isn't it?"

"Wow! You're such a liar! You're a double agent!"

Qin Ning swung her little fist and punched him, and he laughed as he caught the punch.

"People understand, then know their limits, and let go of individual heroism."

"Women are too forcibly placed in the position of an appendage: a gentle wife, a great mother, a noblewoman when going out, a slut in bed. Nothing belongs to their true selves. Men are also forcibly placed in the position of a towering savior or hero, the pillar of the family, a position above women, more rational, more tolerant of their little quirks. Similarly, nothing belongs to their true selves."

Only by breaking free from dependence and heroism can one reach the other shore.

"In fact, it's not that hard to be a hero. When we stop the deterioration and selectively and consciously purify the environment, I consider myself a hero."

“I am a hero of the entire environment, but my light is very faint, so I call myself a hero of faint light.”

"It's very simple, anyone can do it—"

Qin Ning laughed.

"I want one too!"

"Although I can't think of the specifics yet, I won't carry the fears and oppressions of the past with me. I'll look forward and find other people with candlelight, or people who are willing to let me light a candle."

"I oppose the idea that women should be pursued, and I also oppose advocating that love, marriage, motherhood, and children are the most important things in life. These are just some of the many aspects of life—"

Bai Weiran reminded her with a smile.

"...You're a yandere, and you're against dating?"

Qin Ning smiled slyly.

"I object, Brother Weiran, are you scared?"

"Then I'll like you for three hours a day. For those three hours, I'll be the yandere Qin Ning. For the remaining twenty-one hours, I'll be the Qin Ning who has forgotten about love, just a very simple Qin Ning, not thinking about you, only about myself, and what more I can do."

Bai Weiran gently kissed her forehead.

“Great, that’s fantastic!”

The beach became quiet.

A very long time—

"And now, Brother Weiran?"

"It's time to turn off the lights. The lights always have to be turned off when the stage curtain falls."

“Great Brother Weiran, you don’t even have the superpower to turn off the lights. Today, the advantage is on my side—”

"Okay, I'll turn on the lights, and you can close the curtain. It's perfect. It starts where it begins and ends where it ends."

"whee……"

Her fair little hands clapped twice, the sound crisp and melodious.

The stars in the sky began to fade.

Starting with the smallest stars at the very edge, one after another.

At first it was very slow, then it gradually sped up, and the bright world gradually darkened.

The moon went out too.

The Milky Way, reflected on the sea, gradually lost its brilliance, and the seawater ceased to sparkle.

The sound of the tide also completely stopped.

And so it went until the very last one, the first North Star to light up.

The star was exceptionally bright, shining on the beach like a stage lamp, casting long shadows of the two people sitting side by side.

"Let's turn off the last light together, Brother Weiran."

Two figures sat side by side, their hands clasped together, raised towards the North Star.

Then, a snap of fingers rang out from the beach—

The world went completely dark—

But it's not completely dark.

"...Brother Weiran, why are you still leaving a candle burning in the same spot?"

"...Because I want to leave it for whoever sees it, so that if they like it, they can take a piece of fire from this candle and add it to their own—"

"What if they don't like it?"

"Then I'm sorry, this is our world, we're in charge, and no one can blow out this fire—"

In the pitch-black world, a faint candle burned quietly in the spot where they had been sitting, emitting a dim light.

Quietly...

Quietly...

Author's Closing Remarks

The main text is finished. I can't say it's good; I can only say it's a final answer that I'm somewhat able to accept.

Then, in the dead of night, I quietly wrote a closing statement.

It was a work I wrote freely from the beginning, and it was also my first attempt at a harem novel. In fact, I felt a strong sense of burnout halfway through. Not only was I burnt out, but I also felt a strong sense of resistance. The work itself was also quite restrictive in terms of its writing style.

If we consider a fast-paced action game as a dungeon-based game, then it requires endless dungeon runs, but within those dungeons, there's a constant repetition of rescuing, being liked, rescuing, and being liked again.

I can't bear to part with the female characters I love. No matter how much I try to convince myself, I feel a strong sense of disgust and don't want to increase the number of female characters. But seeing the disappointment of readers after not recruiting anyone for the dungeon runs also makes me very sad.

I neither want to write about more people, nor can I not write about more people.

This is a double drain on internal resources.

I originally had a main storyline planned for this book, but this main storyline was shelved for various reasons and was not adopted. Instead, the book moved towards a storyline-based approach. However, once the main storyline is removed and the storyline is allowed to run wild, the relationships between each storyline will become completely disconnected.

If this were a pure dungeon crawler, it wouldn't matter. But this work is actually about traversing multiple timelines. If the main storyline goal isn't embedded in these multiple timelines to provide a backstop, it won't be able to hold up.

It became a situation where you have to write about both the fictional world and the real world. In the real world, you not only have to write about harem interactions and workplaces, but you also have to continue expanding within the fictional world.

If the two worlds don't develop simultaneously, everything in the real world will seem to fall behind and cease to exist.

A sense of disconnect.

The two worlds are completely unrelated, yet writing one book feels like writing two books, or many books.

I once wanted to connect different worlds with characters or events, but suddenly adding the main storyline into the story felt abrupt and made me feel uncomfortable. It was a strong sense of incongruity, and the incongruity felt by readers was a hundred times stronger than when I was writing.

[I think I can keep writing no matter what.]

[It's very simple, right? Just write down the dungeon, flirt with girls, and train them. Everyone likes to read it.]

He tried his best, but unfortunately, Bai Shao isn't that kind of person.

It started as an accident, and he should have stopped when he realized that accidents shouldn't happen again.

No one ever feels they have enough harems! Human desires are limitless!! Selfish and greedy, they never even consider those things!!

Maybe so, but my original intention in creating is always to believe in the better side of people.

[Let's write about harem intrigue, everyone fighting, scheming, and everyday life.]

Females are really annoying. I've already provided an answer to this issue in the final part of the conclusion.

I don't really like objectifying others. We just occasionally bicker and argue to lighten the mood. Any more than that, and I just can't stand it.