Chapter 484: The Correct Way to Open Female-oriented Fiction

My name is Mo Xi.

A Four-Star player.

When I was alive, I really liked reading novels.

A few years ago, a novel I really liked was adapted into a TV drama with great word-of-mouth. But in recent years, the word-of-mouth for this TV drama has polarized.

I couldn't understand it at all.

The reason they gave was: The protagonist's childhood friend has a hundred thousand iron cavalry, his good brother is the commander of the imperial guards, the prince he assists is unfavored but holds military power, and the protagonist himself has Jianghu factions and money. With all these conditions, he still relies on political maneuvering and power struggles to make the old emperor admit his mistakes.

Is there anything wrong with this?

At first, I couldn't understand the mindset of those complaint videos at all.

But, when I read a few Male-oriented Web Novels, I found the reason.

That's when I realized.

There is a huge difference in logical thinking between men and women.

The difference lies in...

Simply put, if it's a Male-oriented fiction where they duke it out at Xuanwu Gate and win, they can become the emperor; if it's a Female-oriented fiction where they also duke it out at Xuanwu Gate and win, can they become the emperor? No.

This is the biggest difference.

One might as well view a certain Qilin Prodigy as a female, and look again: the childhood friend has a hundred thousand iron cavalry, the good brother is the commander of the imperial guards, the prince being assisted is unfavored but holds military power. I need to use political maneuvering and power struggles to make the emperor admit his mistakes.

Doesn't it suddenly become reasonable?

If a female Qilin Prodigy rebels and dukes it out with the old emperor at Xuanwu Gate, neither the childhood friend, nor the commander of the imperial guards, nor the assisted prince would follow her. Because even if she wins, she cannot become the emperor and cannot bring them benefits.

Therefore, she needs a reasonable distributor of benefits—namely, the assisted prince—to give her... the benefits she deserves, which is the old emperor apologizing to her.

Summary:

In this kind of historical political maneuvering novel.

Males can become distributors of benefits.

Females cannot become distributors of benefits.

Therefore, it happens that male readers cannot understand the logic of Female-oriented fiction.

When I summarized this set of logic, I found that many things I couldn't figure out before became extremely clear. I could understand everyone's underlying logic in this place.

For example...

The white-haired guy and the handsome youth I encountered this time.

Their underlying logic is duking it out at Xuanwu Gate, it is striving, fighting, controlling, winning, and killing.

So...

On the first and second floors, after figuring out their bottom line, I formulated a plan to survive.

Thus.

I spoke that pitiful rhetoric to the two of them just now.

However, these two were like Straight Steel Men, showing no reaction at all, and even vaguely rolling their eyes at me. After all, in their eyes, everyone is treated equally: whoever they encounter is an opponent, with no other attributes.

I could understand this.

They were them; how could the word 【Compassion】 exist in their dictionaries?

No rush.

I turned my head and said to my three teammates: "You three, remember this for me: follow their commands later."

The three nodded immediately.

Among them, Yu Le and Zhang Chi put their Liar-Slayers on the ground and walked up to me.

Smack!

Smack!

I slapped each of them once.

A slap mark immediately appeared on both their faces. They walked up to the white-haired guy and the handsome youth, bowed, and apologized: "Sorry, we caused trouble for you earlier."

Who knew.

Seeing this scene, the white-haired guy and the handsome youth acted as if facing a formidable enemy. They drew their Liar-Slayers, suddenly stood up, and looked around vigilantly.

"Don't worry, there's no Virtual Overlay here, nor are there virtual people," I reminded them.

Hearing this, that handsome youth sized up the four of us, especially the positions of our Liar-Slayers. It seemed he should know how to distinguish virtual people.

Soon after, the two sat down awkwardly again.

"What exactly do you want to do?" The handsome youth, with those bright eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts, stared straight at me.

Actually, from encountering him until now, he had always maintained a casual attitude towards us. Perhaps in his eyes, we were prey he could hunt at will. At first, I didn't understand where this confidence of his came from, but after the dangers on the first and second floors, I understood. He indeed had this strength.

Very well.

Then, in this Whisperer's Escape Room, he should be that distributor of benefits.

My heart stirred.

A Point Card appeared in my hand, and I said to him: "There are 500 Points here, which is more than half the Points of our team. There is only one requirement: if there is no Virtual Overlay or virtual people in this Whisperer's Escape Room, you must not use any form of Lie-Judgment or deceive us to death."

After speaking, I saw the handsome youth's expression turn strange: "Foolish, if I kill you, the Points can also be mine."

I wasn't angry, but rather smiled and said: "I admit that there might be a gap in strength between us and you, but judging from your reactions just now, as well as your behavior of trying to brainwash me earlier, I'm guessing you must be very afraid of skills like Virtual Overlay or virtual people."

"You were talking very loudly just now; you were probably weren't just saying it for us to hear, right?"

I pointed upstairs.

That's right, they were also saying it for the two Five-Star Ghost Whisperers upstairs to hear.

Soon after, I pointed at the white-haired guy again: "Your skill can make skills disappear. In other words, if you use your skill, this Whisperer's Escape Room might also disappear."

The white-haired guy narrowed his eyes at me.

I smiled: "Hypothetically, if we use a Virtual Overlay skill later, are you going to use your skill or not?"

"If you use it, the Whisperer's Escape Room might disappear, and the four of us can escape from the first floor; if you don't use it, you might be overlaid by the virtual world. Being overlaid by a virtual skill in such a dangerous Secret Room is very lethal."

Hearing this, the handsome youth finally looked at me directly.

I knew I had grasped their lifeblood: virtual skills!

"You guys wouldn't happen to be from the Liar-Slayer Alliance, would you?" he asked. After all, having spoken to this extent without making my teammates use skills to force the white-haired guy to use his skill and make the Whisperer's Escape Room disappear, already explained the problem.

I didn't answer.

Moreover, my intentionally slapping Yu Le and his companion just now also tricked them into exposing that they were indeed afraid of Virtual Overlay skills.

The current logical paradox was:

They didn't want us to use skills, but we had no lies and couldn't use skills either, unless someone in the team could provide a lie.

Simply put.

They had three choices:

One: Accept these 500 Points, and everyone minds their own business.

Two: Refuse, then my team will use a Virtual Overlay skill at the cost of sacrificing one person to provide an Unknown Lie. They two will die, and three from our team will survive.

Three: The white-haired guy makes the Secret Room disappear, we escape, and they start over.

Very obviously.

The first choice was the most reasonable. They get 500 Points and promise not to kill us, and we can survive.

Win-win!

This was the logic I summarized when I was alive.

Unsolvable!

In Hell, cats have their ways and dogs have their ways. My teammates and I just wanted to survive. Therefore, for us, Female-oriented thinking would actually make it easier to achieve this goal.

After all, this kind of thinking didn't have a conflict of interest with them.

Of course, I would only do this when encountering strong opponents.

"Name?" the handsome youth asked solemnly.

"Mo Xi."

"Chen Ran."