ZZZZZZZT—HUMMMMMM!
Down from the fifth-dimensional Pink Jade Brothel-Palace poured a thick, cloying ocean of neon-pink mist: the King of Harem-Slavery’s [Brainwashing Love-Charm Ray & IQ-Lowering Pink Fog]!
This was the sixth Script-King’s most despised and insidious narrative weapon—the exact fifth-dimensional law he had used for ten million years to forcibly lower the intelligence of proud sword-empresses, saintesses. Talented female cultivators by ninety percent whenever a scumbag harem protagonist walked into the room. This made them ignore common sense, betray their sects, and hand over their family inheritances for a single oily wink!
Now, amplified through the Dormant Plot-Virus Spores (Strain B) across the middle hundred outer-rim galaxies, millions of glittering pink mirages materialized in the streets and sect halls!
Inside every pink mirage stood a greasy, copy-pasted illusion of a “Scumbag Harem Protagonist” wearing a flashy white robe, holding a folding fan. Reciting cheesy pickup lines while demanding that every passing citizen hand over their life savings, their alchemy furnaces, and their family heirlooms!
“Oh, fair maidens and fellow daoists of the outer rim!” the ten billion pink illusions crooned in a hypnotic, oily voice laced with fifth-dimensional mental compulsion.
“Why work hard building schools or saving money for your children when you can hand your family’s spirit-stones over to this Young Master’s harem fund? One smile from me is worth more than your entire clan’s treasury!”
