Mini World Game Console-Chapter 815 - 816: Beauties Belong Only to the Strong

Chapter 815: Chapter 816: Beauties Belong Only to the Strong

In the morning, they went to Ueno Onshi Park to admire the cherry blossoms, spent the afternoon wandering around Ginza and Akihabara, and in the evening, they looked over Tokyo from the Sky Tree.

Ren Suo genuinely enjoyed the trip, making the most of his phone during late nights, the scenery while out, and his girlfriends when they were together.

In fact, he couldn’t possibly pull out his phone in such moments, considering that wherever their group went, they were the center of everyone’s attention.

Truth be told, handsome boys slightly less striking than Ren Suo, and beautiful girls a bit less stunning than Dong Chengling and the others, were a dime a dozen in Shibuya. After all, everyone ultimately has two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. There’s a limit to how beautiful one can be—unless you have an extra pair of fox ears and a fox tail, or you’re riding a Unicorn Gundam. Otherwise, it’s impossible to make every stranger you meet fall for you at first sight.

However, their group was more than just handsome men and beautiful women.

It wasn’t an intangible aura of having saved the world, nor was it a demeanor enriched by poetry and books, but purely the powerful cultivator Qi Cyclone, which naturally attracted the attention of all nearby beings.

This attraction was not in the positive sense of "physiological attraction" but more akin to a "biological alert"—like suddenly spotting a colorful spider on your bedroom ceiling, you would definitely stare at it without blinking, terrified it might leap over and kiss you.

Yes, that was the typical first reaction of ordinary people to Ren Suo and his group.

According to an internal survey, this appeared to be a "physiological reflex" that ordinary people developed toward Transcendents. Like fierce animals, strong humans, powerful weapons, or dangerous environments, people can discern these through various senses and prepare or avoid them in advance.

But cultivators were different.

Cultivators look just like ordinary people, but if anyone dared to provoke a cultivator, those unlucky enough not to realize it would certainly be naturally eliminated, and in most cases, the perpetrator might not even be found.

Even with institutions like the Tactical Bureau, which specifically handle Transcendent crimes, they are not omnipotent. Under their jurisdiction, many Transcendents are already registered, but many others are scattered among the public; some harbor inflated ambitions and murky desires, while others, with the heart of a tiger, gently sniff the rose.

Just as normal people wouldn’t bother a 220-pound strongman or approach someone wielding a kitchen knife in the street, ordinary people rarely seek trouble with these dangerous individuals and become victims. However, they might very well provoke a cultivator and then be forcibly ejected from "Earth OL."

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is a survival instinct, needing neither praise nor avoidance.

Therefore, the government slowly realized that as the concentration of Spiritual Energy increased, ordinary people also began to "see clearly."

A cultivator’s Qi Cyclone catches the attention of other cultivators and ordinary people. A strong cultivator causes a subtle physiological stimulation to weaker individuals, instilling thoughts like ’the strong are inviolable!’ and ’this person is terrifyingly formidable!’ This prompts the weaker to actively avoid contact with stronger cultivators and to never act overbearingly, even if they do interact.

According to the internal survey team, this means "as the number of Transcendents increases, the number of incidents where people pretend to be weak but are actually strong has significantly decreased."

Otherwise, by normal scenarios, Ren Suo parading through the streets with a group of beauties ranging from 10 to 24 years old, each with her own charm, would definitely lead to trouble.

But now, let alone exaggerated stock characters like villainous young masters, there wasn’t even a single person trying to hit on them. This was all because any thought of contact from the onlookers was extinguished by "Biological Fear" the moment it arose.

However, although they dared not approach Ren Suo and his group, that didn’t stop them from watching!

A man handsome enough to outshine the Milky Way Galaxy, five stunning beauties, one younger beautiful girl, and he was even holding a cat!

"Biological Fear" made them watch; "Envy, Jealousy, and Hatred" made them irresistibly pull out their phones to take pictures and post on Twitter. Ren Suo could see the naked malice in their eyes—he and his roommates had often shot such looks during college.

Speaking of which, today was actually the first time Ren Suo had gone on a date with all of them together. Other times, they had dated separately, or just eaten together. Strolling down the street like this, taking turns holding hands and chattering away, was truly a first.

Throughout the day, Ren Suo heard people overestimate his wealth ("rich second generation"), suspect he had a special supernatural power ("brainwashing type"), and slander his character ("...") over ten times, in languages including Chinese, Japanese, and English. He didn’t understand the other minor languages, as he hadn’t learned them.

Although Ren Suo personally didn’t care much about these opinions, there were many rumors about his girlfriends as well.

Lacking self-respect.

Undeserving.

Incomprehensible.

Although Qiao Muyi and Dong Chengling had already unleashed their fourth transformation Pressure and glared over before he could react, it still cast a slight shadow over his previously wonderful mood.

Lin Xianyu was right.

No matter how many shackles Ren Suo broke with them, no matter how many hurdles they overcame, no matter how deep the Bonds they built, in the end, they still had to face the biggest enemy—reality.

Their previous flirtations and squabbles might have been just their private fun, which everyone enjoyed watching.

But when these girls gave up fighting, even their principles and dignity, willing to form a team with Ren Suo to combat the monster called reality, the pressures of reality also began to attack them.

Ridicule, slander, degradation, insult, fabrication...

No matter how strong-willed they were, no matter how powerful, they couldn’t help but care.

The essence of a person is the sum of all their social relations.

Compared to being despised and insulted, receiving blessings naturally makes people happier.

Yet what they faced was not a gravitational force that "strength," "influence," or "wealth" could distort, nor was it a challenge that "confidence," "love," or "trust" could overcome.

Especially since they all aspired to achieve great things, not just be wives assisting their husbands and raising children—ironically, it seemed more likely for Ren Suo to end up in that role.

In such a situation, either Ren Suo could have a secret romance with them, keeping it quiet and enjoying themselves behind closed doors, which naturally wouldn’t cause any trouble.

Or they could give up being in the public eye and live a quiet life with Ren Suo, naturally not caring about anything.

But Ren Suo was unwilling to do either.

Ren Suo had no intention of fighting for any benefits for himself; he had realized that early on.

But for these girls who had given up so much and sacrificed a lot for him, Ren Suo didn’t want to become their burden, nor did he want them to suffer any further grievances.

So...

When Ren Suo finished a day of sightseeing, returned to the small villa, picked up his phone, and opened "Cataclysm of Tomorrow," seeing the Remnant Soldiers trio in the cultivator list, his eyebrows couldn’t help but twitch slightly.

Brother Huo, it looks like this time I really have to help you without holding anything back.

「Later that night」

As usual, Ren Suo played with Luna for half an hour and then took a cold shower to calm down.

After his shower, he saw everyone gathered around the mahjong table again. From the second floor, he asked curiously, "Are we playing mahjong again tonight?"

"Yes." Qiao Muyi, wearing a black lace nightgown with her hair clipped back, waved at him and smiled. "Xiao Suo, want to watch from the side?"

"No way," Dong Chengling, dressed in a jacket with her little feet in white socks, said sternly.

Ren Suo said, "Okay, I’ll come down right now—"

"Bro, you don’t get a chance to play this time," Ren Xingmei, wearing a cloak, said. "This time, it’s just the four of us playing."

Ren Suo glanced at Qiao Muyi, Ren Xingmei, Gu Yueyan, and Dong Chengling at the mahjong table and blinked, asking, "Isn’t mahjong supposed to decide where I sleep tonight?"

"Yes," Gu Yueyan, who wore so many clothes she looked like a large doll, said with a nod. "But you can’t play; only the four of us can."

"I can’t play either~ What a disappointment~" Lin Xianyu said cheerfully.

"BOO HOO HOO, why can’t Little Jiu play!" Little Jiu, held by Lin Xianyu, discontentedly kicked her legs, her little legs swinging in the air. "Little Jiu still wants to sleep with Big Brother!"

"Because Mr. Suo slept with you last night. For the sake of fairness, you automatically lose your chance tonight," Gu Yueyan said solemnly.

"Xianyu, your sleeping posture is slightly..." Dong Chengling said euphemistically. "I trust Suo’s integrity and self-control, but that’s based on everyone behaving with decorum. Little Jiu is one thing, but Xianyu, you unconsciously hug Suo when you sleep..."

Lin Xianyu was stunned. "Didn’t I lock the door?"

Everyone immediately looked at Dong Chengling. So you really did Teleport over in the middle of the night to see if Ren Suo was up to no good? Using the Teleport ability to catch cheaters really is unbeatable.

Then everyone looked at Lin Xianyu again. Lin Xianyu, you actually locked the door and still say you have no designs on Ren Suo?

The dark currents flowed in the lobby, invisible to Ren Suo. He massaged his temples and repeated, "So, you mean tonight I can only sleep with Chengling and Young Master Mu, or with my sister and Yueyan?"

"No," his sister shook her head. "We’ve changed the rules of the game."

Qiao Muyi laughed. "Now that the four of us are playing mahjong, there will inevitably be one winner and three losers. So, tonight’s rule is the three losers share one room, and the winner sleeps with you, Xiao Suo."

"Though you won’t get to have us all at once... we’ll have much more flexibility. Happy about that, Xiao Suo?"

Dong Chengling glanced at her and said calmly, "Xiao Qiao, you think you’re sure to win?"

Ren Xingmei and Gu Yueyan didn’t speak, but their glances toward Qiao Muyi were now filled with malice.

Qiao Muyi was the strongest, used the dirtiest tricks, and was the least popular. Apart from Dong Chengling, no one could beat her in a fight; and if Dong Chengling didn’t resort to fighting, even she found it hard to contend with Qiao Muyi.

Those who were shameless weren’t as strong as her, and those who were strong weren’t as shameless as her.

The world had suffered under Qiao Muyi for too long!

Now that there was a chance to win back their pride at the mahjong table, what everyone would do was self-evident!

By now, Ren Suo upstairs was completely baffled.

What is this, a Mahjong Saint version where beauties only go to the strongest?

Suddenly, Ren Suo doubted his own endurance—if he posted this conversation online, he’d either be flamed into oblivion by jealous dudes or face the most terrifying online harassment campaign in history.

He had no doubt; any single person who learned about his daily life with his girlfriends would curse him with the dirtiest, meanest, and most envious comments imaginable.

But he really wanted to show off this lovey-dovey moment!

Damn!

Brother Huo, whether I can show off my love in the future depends on you!

"Suo, you head to your room first. After we finish playing, someone will come find you," Dong Chengling said lightly.

"Okay, okay."

As Ren Suo went back to his bedroom and sat on the large bed, he faintly heard the argument from the living room:

Qiao Muyi: "The rules are the same as last night: 5,000 points per piece of clothing. Whoever is stripped bare signifies the end of the game. Settle the scores fairly, no welshing."

Gu Yueyan: "Sister Qiao, it looks like you’re wearing more than five pieces of clothing. And you have a lot of headbands too."

Qiao Muyi: "Little Star, that badge on your cloak isn’t counted as clothing, is it? Yueyan, even if the air conditioning is on in the living room, you don’t need to wear five layers, do you?"

Dong Chengling: "You all really love to cheat. Why not go all the way? Any cheating that isn’t caught is allowed, right?"

Qiao Muyi: "Chengling, I thought I saw you practicing how to instantly Teleport two mahjong tiles last night. Looks like you’ve practiced well; are you planning to use it in a real game, eh?"

Ren Xingmei: "Wow, Teacher Dong, you too... Alright then, it’s agreed. If it’s not caught, it’s not cheating."

Gu Yueyan: "Agreed."

Qiao Muyi pretended to be scared and said, "Since all you powerful Ability Users agree, I, a weak woman who doesn’t even know how to cheat, will have to play along..."

Dong Chengling: "Xiao Qiao, I know at least three Spells that could be used for cheating, and you in the Tactical Bureau definitely have more. You didn’t use your supernatural powers to cheat last night; you just wanted to use the opportunity to flirt with Suo, didn’t you?"

Qiao Muyi said plaintively, "Wow, we haven’t even started playing, and you’re already ganging up on me, Chengling. I really don’t know how to play mahjong; look how much I stripped last night... Chengling, how can you judge a noble heart by your own petty standards!"

"Also, Little Star, Yueyan, you two have been quiet, but your lips are moving. Are you secretly communicating to team up for the game?"

Ren Suo almost spat out his drink listening to this.

What kind of Spiritual Power Mahjong game are these women actually playing!

Switching tiles, teaming up, Time Stop, and Qiao Muyi’s Trickery—Ren Suo truly believed Dong Chengling’s judgment here; Qiao Muyi definitely knew many cheating Spells.

Luckily for Ren Suo, he didn’t have to play; otherwise, he would definitely lose everything.

And these women had even prepared ahead of time! Ren Suo had been wondering why they were wearing so much tonight. Was it because they didn’t love him anymore? He hadn’t realized this was their battle attire.

In terms of equipment alone, they had already crushed Ren Suo, a mere Blank Tile warrior dressed in just a t-shirt, shorts, and underwear.

Ren Suo sighed twice, closed the door, dimmed the room lights slightly, and rolled around on the bed, a little excited.

This Spiritual Power Mahjong battle, who will win?

Lying on the bed, Ren Suo looked at the door with some anticipation.

Who will come to flip my name-plate?

Wait a minute.

Ren Suo suddenly realized something was off.

I, a grown man, can’t even decide where I sleep tonight, nor do I even have the right to participate! I can only watch as they fight over who gets me, and then I become the winner’s trophy.

That’s really too...

Ren Suo suddenly realized this was a perfect opportunity for a social survey, so he took out his phone and posted: "What are your thoughts on girlfriends deciding who sleeps with me tonight without my consent?"