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With a swift slap, Li Hong knocked the lecherous man unconscious. He quickly pulled out his belt and, with a flick of his wrist, secured the man's hands tightly in a loop.
After finishing this, Li Hong turned to the girl trembling on the grass and said, "Alright, alright, next time be more careful. Hurry up and call the police to take this guy away."
"What about you?" the girl asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Li Hong stroked his chin, surprised as he asked, "Are you suggesting you want to repay me with your body?"
"..."
The girl, who initially had a good impression of Li Hong, was suddenly at a loss for words by his remark.
What kind of ridiculous thought is that?
Repay with her body?
Feeling embarrassed, she glanced at Li Hong's face, which seemed to vanish into the crowd, and quickly dismissed any such notions.
"No, no, no! I just wanted to thank you. If it weren't for you, I might have..."
Li Hong shrugged dismissively at her response.
He already knew that society had fallen into decay. The traditional virtue of repaying a life-saving favor with one's body had long been forgotten.
At the same time, he felt a twinge of pity for the girl.
Here he was, a fine young man with potential and even a cheat code!
Missing out on him was truly a sign of her poor judgment.
"Enough of this chit-chat. Hurry up and deal with this situation; I need to get back to sleep," Li Hong urged.
The girl really didn't seem sincere; if she wanted to express her gratitude, she could at least show some genuine intent.
Although he was not in a position to enjoy the one hundred eighty thousand, it wouldn't be too much to ask for a little compensation, right?
Well, Li Hong was just overthinking.
It wasn't until Tailored Man arrived to take away the lecherous man who had been knocked out by him that the girl showed any sign of appreciation.
It was nothing more than a casual, "Hey, thank you so much. Let me give you my number; I’ll treat you to dinner sometime," as a polite gesture.
As Li Hong walked out of the police station, he still wore a look of disdain.
So many traditional virtues were being ruined by people like these!
Well, he hadn’t won the girl’s heart. He hadn’t received any commendation from Tailored Man, let alone any compensation.
None of that happened; the only achievement he could claim was having removed one societal scumbag, unlocking the Good Samaritan achievement.
“Sigh, in the end, I’m still going to get labeled as a good guy,” Li Hong lamented as he headed home.
“Why are you so mercenary? All you think about is money, money, money. Don’t you understand the joy of helping others?”
404 maintained its usual contempt for someone like Li Hong, who had fallen into the trap of greed.
“How can this be mercenary? If it weren’t for me, that girl would have turned into an old hag by now.” Li Hong despised doing good deeds without any reward.
He risked his life to help others but ended up with nothing. It left him feeling quite disheartened.
It wasn’t that his values were shattered; it was more about an attitude—a supportive stance towards acts of kindness.
Without any return, who would still want to do these things?
Keyboard warriors made a fuss about selfless dedication, yet few actually put it into practice.
Those who selflessly dedicate themselves do exist, but how many can there be?
If everyone shows no support for acts of kindness and helping others, how many fools would still choose to do so?
Li Hong's thoughts were quite extreme, yet they reflected the most genuine perspective of an ordinary person.
"I helped you, and you didn't show any appreciation. Why would I help you again next time?"
Come on, even when it comes to wedding gifts, there's a principle of reciprocity. If someone doesn't give you a gift when they get married, would you still give them one?
"I disagree with your viewpoint. Humanity is lowly precisely because it has not eradicated the roots of its own vices. Without a doubt, what you hold is the root of humanity's vices," 404 explained.
Li Hong shook his head and countered, "No, the definition of the root of vice itself is problematic. What I believe is a common understanding among the vast majority of humanity, not some exception."
"Is humanity really like that?" 404 asked, puzzled.
Li Hong nodded, a half-smile on his face as he said, "Imagine if I published two new books. One called 'Positive Energy,' where the protagonist goes around doing good deeds, completely selflessly, with no expectation of reward. The other called 'Dark Overlord,' where the protagonist commits evil acts. For every bad deed he does, he gains a bit of evil points that can be exchanged for rewards. What do you think these two books would be like?"
"From a universal perspective, 'Positive Energy' would undoubtedly be the more accomplished work," 404 pondered.
However, upon hearing 404's response, Li Hong scoffed and explained, "No, no, no. 'Positive Energy' would likely flop because not many readers would want to read such a book. 'Dark Overlord,' on the other hand, would undoubtedly become a huge hit, with an audience almost everywhere."
"…"
For the first time, 404 was at a loss for words; as an extraterrestrial being, he truly couldn't comprehend human thoughts.
"Is it that selfishness always outweighs selflessness? Is this your species' common flaw?"
Li Hong sneered dismissively: "Is that even a question? If humanity weren't selfish, would they still be human?"
After a moment of silence, 404 finally retorted, "But that's merely your conjecture; no one knows what the truth is. You can't replace everyone's thoughts with your own assumptions."
"Let's wait and see," Li Hong reminded.
404 was just being stubborn; after all, it wasn't an ordinary crab and had a bit of intelligence.
With a little thought, it became clear that Li Hong was right.
However, 404's stubbornness ignited Li Hong's competitive spirit.
It seemed that Breaking Through the Sky had been completed for quite some time, so it was about time to start a new book.
Positive Energy and Dark Overlord?
That could work!
With this realization, Li Hong suddenly had some plans for the new book.
Currently, Sweet Potato Films didn't have much work; they were only filming I Am Red Riding Hood, I Love the Big Bad Wolf.
Moreover, there hadn't been any tasks from Supreme God lately, so Li Hong found himself quite free. Writing two new books to prove his viewpoints wasn't out of the question.
So he decided to go for it. Back at his rented apartment, Li Hong began preparing for the new books.
Well, that meant registering two pseudonyms.
Since these two books were meant to showcase his ideas, they couldn't be published under the name Chalk White.
To be fair, he would directly register two new pseudonyms and start writing.
After completing the registration, Li Hong began typing away.
To avoid any disparity in quality between the two books, he planned to write both in a haphazard manner. He wouldn't consider things like writing style at all; he would simply let the two ideas flow freely onto the page.
Li Hong felt that his Qilin Arm had become significantly stronger, though he wasn't sure if it was just a psychological effect.
Before going to bed, he managed to write twenty thousand words in three hours.
He uploaded the content of two books, each with ten thousand words, using two different pseudonyms to the platform.
After that, Li Hong didn't pay much attention to it anymore.
He truly held an indifferent attitude towards this matter.
If it succeeded, great; if not, it didn't matter.
After all, it had nothing to do with him. The reason he wrote was merely to prove to the system that he wasn't lying.
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