Fist of Imagination

Chapter 417 Born Male

After sending off the two girls who had signed the idol trainee contract, Mu Yigui stood alone at the edge of the open-air garden.

On a scorching summer day, even the blue sky seemed too bright.

He looked at the white cloud closest to him.

His wandering eyes caressed the soft edge of the cloud, and the warrior's spiritual sense told him that the cloud was 1,830 meters away.

He didn't know what this data meant to him.

He just subconsciously collected information and then included it in his database.

In his database, there are many such meaningless information.

Many... What is "many"?

The dictionary says that many are so many, so big!

He knows, of course he knows, he has already read all the dictionaries he can get his hands on.

He often tells people around him that he just happens to know, that he just knows what he knows, as if he is just a lucky enough quiz player, as if he didn't deliberately work hard for this.

But he knew that as long as there was information that could be seen, as long as there was something that could be read and understood, as long as everyone could know it, he would definitely know it before others.

Mu Yigui did not allow himself to stop, he did not allow himself to stand still.

He kept collecting new information, so he knew many, many things, and he understood many, many knowledge.

But what was the point of this?

Sometimes he would throw away the entries in the dictionary and ask himself:

What exactly is "many"?

If "many" is not a concept that comes from comparing with "less", if there is no one around to compare with oneself, then what is "many" and what is "broad"?

What's the use of knowing so much?

What do I want?

Mu Yigui remembered what the beggar Da Ling said to him during the graduation trip.

The unruly man said to himself:

"Young man, what do you want to prove, what do you need to prove, don't you think you are still okay?"

After the borrowing ended, the beggar Da Ling sang "Who am I, I have never cared whether the secular world appreciates it" and left in a chic manner.

Why did he think he was still okay?

Why, why?

Mu Yigui has many whys that need to be answered.

It is precisely because he wants to answer his own confusion that he always sticks to his own way of practice - doing his best to acquire more updated knowledge and master more and stronger skills.

In that unrighteous killing field where a weak person could be doomed, in the poison pit set by the crazy swordsman, he never gave up the pursuit of new knowledge.

He wants to go further, he wants to break through the boundaries in front of him, and he wants to see a different world.

Because in the world he originally lived in, he could never see any hope.

Since he was born, whether it was his parents or classmates and friends, those people with different faces told him the same thing:

Mu Yigui, you are a man, you are a man who looks too good.

In this world, on this stage, in this Colosseum, you can never be the protagonist.

No matter how talented you are, no matter how hard you work, no matter what achievements you have made, you are just a man.

Can you show up like a woman? Can you enter those key industries that have been controlled by women?

The leaders in this world are all women, and beauty is both your capital and your shortcoming.

Your life has been decided when you were born.

You should be outgoing and cheerful, you should like blue, you should be gentle and gentle, you should be good at machinery and driving, you should show heroic masculinity, and you should face all dangers and hardships bravely.

And you can't complain.

You can't indulge in those hobbies that wear down your will. Those delicate and exquisite beauties are not prepared for you. You only belong to the wilderness and the herd.

If you can't be a winner, you are a waste.

You shouldn't have a second in your life to heal and rest. You should stand there like a piece of steel that never wears out, as a symbol, as a partner's support, as a role model for your children... Who cares what kind of person you want to be when you mature mentally.

The rules of the game have already been set, what are you?

Wood art rules, as a man, you should be a man.

You should be like a man.

Although you are too good-looking, although you instinctively like the beauty of the opposite sex, although you can see the undiscovered possibilities in this all-encompassing world, although you can use your unique talents to start a life that suits you best.

But you can't, shouldn't, you are not allowed to!

You are a man! You can only follow the route that your ancestors have planned for men, and you can't lose to anyone, especially women.

You have to cover up your appearance, you have to hide yourself in the shadows with black cloth and cloak, because such beauty will only arouse people's love and pity, and what you need is awe and obedience.

The handsomeness that belongs exclusively to men is impure. That kind of beauty will only make the opposite sex have dirty thoughts, and that kind of beauty is the root of all obscenity.

Mu Yigui, you are born an unclean person, a low-class citizen, you only need to obey the rules of your elders, you only need to be submissive, this is your fate.

Who makes you a man? Who makes you a man born with original sin?

You are sacred and filthy.

The other side of the world No. 1266, the territory of Du Gongtai, the natural disaster of male virtue.

Mu Yigui was born in such a world, so he had to work dozens of times harder than the opposite sex, had to suffer all kinds of discrimination, and had to give up his own possibilities.

Why do I have to live like this?

Is it because I am a man?

Why can't men not get married?

Why can't men not pass on their family line?

Why can't men not bear the expenses of houses and cars?

Why can't men refuse requests for surrogacy for their partners?

Why can't men have hobbies that are not related to work?

Why can't men be weak and escape?

Why must men devote all their time and energy to a family they don't want to build?

Why must men struggle 24 hours a day, why must men act great, glorious and correct, why must men change themselves for women's ideas?

Why can't "men" be defined by men themselves!

Can't I live according to my own ideas, just because I am a man?