The System Teaches You How to Be Human

The envy in Huang Mao’s heart fell.

Si Yisi had struck so fiercely that the scarred man’s body, under his forceful pull, was actually torn in half!

Si Yisi hadn’t felt the slightest resistance, it was as if he were tearing a piece of paper. This further confirmed his suspicion.

Not only was the axe made of paper, but this ghost was also a Paper Ghost!

After the scarred man’s body was torn in two, there wasn’t a single drop of blood at the bloody cut, and his eyes were still moving!

“Wow, damn! Tearing apart a ghost… Ugh, living ghost!”

Mo Wuchang, in a certain sense, was also a true boss. He stared unflinchingly at the scarred man’s body, where the blood-smeared, soft flesh looked like pork, while continuing to envy.

Si Yisi moved his hand away from the scarred man’s body, and the two halves of the body weakly “stuck” together. The ghost let out a strange high-pitched shriek, and as it reached towards the seam in its split body, it miraculously created another axe!

Tears dropped from Si Yisi’s eyes, and in this blurred vision, he grabbed the axe and tore!

He pulled the scarred man again, first ripping apart the “connected” halves of the body, then another wave of–

Rip, rip, rip!

Si Yisi tore quickly and urgently, each tear only pulling off small bits of paper skin. His hands truly left traces of afterimages, and the flowing, smooth movements made Mo Wuchang watch with inexplicable pleasure!

Rip—

The effect of tearing apart the ghost was undoubtedly shocking. To outsiders, it looked as if the protagonist in a patriotic drama was tearing apart a ghost!

It was jaw-dropping!

Si Yisi had torn the scarred man into thousands of small pieces. If there hadn’t been no trace of blood left on the ground, the room would have looked just like a murder and dismemberment scene!

At halfway through the tearing, the ghost was still holding onto a human form, and the torn bits were flesh, skin, and bones. But as it went on…

The scarred man’s distorted face, with its dark eyes, reflected Si Yisi’s tearful, gasping, sobbing face, full of fear!

The “flesh” that had been torn off became small paper scraps, spinning around in the room before falling to the ground. The paper scraps fluttered about, making the room feel as though it was under a refreshing shower of paper shreds.

Si Yisi stopped, panting, and moved his sore hand.

His voice was hoarse as he sobbed, his whole being giving off a weak sense of déjà vu; That is, unless one had seen him remain unfazed while tearing apart a living ghost.

Mo Wuchang, the potential big boss, clapped excitedly after the boss’s performance, still feeling at awe. “Clap clap clap! Absolutely spectacular!”

Si Yisi glanced at him: “…” Is he treating me like a dancing monkey show?

He looked again at Huang Mao’s condition. Perhaps due to the game’s setting, Huang Mao’s heavy slash wounds had mostly healed in such a short amount of time.

But because Huang Mao was too shocked, he overlooked one issue. His wound was stuck to his clothes, and although the wound had mostly healed, it was still inseparable from the fragments of his clothes.

At this moment, Huang Mao was staring at Si Yisi in shock, and Si Yisi could see the fear hidden beneath his shock.

He then compared it to Mo Wuchang, who was laughing carefree beside him, and suddenly felt that Mo Wuchang was somewhat useful. At least he could appreciate my performance.

***

The shattered body of the scarred man had turned into paper scraps, which were scattered across the floor.

Si Yisi glanced at Huang Mao again and said, “You go clean this up.”

Huang Mao, still dazed, grabbed a broom leaning against the nearby wall and began sweeping up the scattered paper scraps.

But just before the broom touched the paper, the scraps suddenly came to life!

Huang Mao saw facial features appear on the papers out of thin air! These features looked like a low-quality version of the scarred man’s face, drawn with ink. Two blurry ink spots for eyes, and a crooked, worm-like line that seemed to represent the scar.

What terrified Huang Mao the most was the large, blood-red mouths that were wide open!

Several blurry eyes all stared at him at once. This horrifying unanimity made his heart race! The wide-open mouths, exaggerated like clowns’, was eerily similar to the figure made from the corpse of the player who had died at the front of the bus!

Huang Mao was so frightened that his hair nearly fell out. His hand holding the broom shook violently, and in an instant, he snapped back from the thrilling scene of tearing apart a living ghost!

“Not dead yet?” Si Yisi murmured hoarsely. He stared intently at the terrifying paper figure, seriously considering…

How many pieces would I need to tear him into so he wouldn’t come back to life like this?

Or should I burn them?

Although he didn’t have a lighter on hand, Si Yisi had already figured out where the old landlord lived. Worst case, he could rob an NPC designated by the game.

Si Yisi was deep in thought, his eyes slightly unfocused but still intense, staring at the paper figures with a cold, inorganic look. The effect was even more imposing than the paper figures’ gaze.

He kept his eyes on them, always on guard for a sudden attack.

Suddenly, the paper figures moved. They didn’t act like the scarred man, who was obsessed with hunting down players; In fact, they showed no interest at all in Huang Mao, who was right there, already too stunned to react!

“Hee~”

“Hee hee…”

They shuffled their little legs, waving their arms as they “reached” toward Si Yisi.

Si Yisi welcomed them eagerly, even feeling a bit excited.

Then… the paper figures, in a flash, quickly retreated toward the door!

They still kept their arms in attack positions, but their little legs were faithfully running away! It was a clever feint that quickly paralyzed Si Yisi’s senses!

“Hee!”

“Hee hee!” The paper figures giggled as they rushed toward the door.

Some of them quickly squeezed through the crack in the door, while others, unable to fit, swiftly stacked themselves in a human pyramid to find another exit!

The peephole on the door!

Each small paper figure at the top of the pyramid raised its leg in perfect unison—kick!

The peephole, like paper, was torn apart.

They made joyful sounds and hurriedly filed out one by one!

In just half a minute, they had successfully escaped from Si Yisi, the great demon king!

“Hee hee~”

“Hee hee hee hee~” The eerie cries of the little paper figures echoed in the hallway.

Si Yisi: “…”

“I remember,” he said slowly, each word deliberately low, carrying a sense of an impending storm.

How could this feeling be described? It was probably the sensation of a duck that was almost caught but flew away at the last moment.

Si Yisi thought back to the familiar thing that had been tangled up with a few of the paper figures earlier.

He reached under his pillow and found the jar empty.

The bundle of seaweed-like hair had been casually snatched away by the paper figures.

“…You’re quite something,” Si Yisi said once again.