Similarly, "Indians" was renamed to "Native Americans," policeman to police officer, chairman to chairperson, queer to gay...

Starting with the standardization of language, PC culture in the West grew increasingly intense. Any behavior not strictly precise in terminology was deemed racist or sexist.

Whether public figures or the common people, once accused of discrimination in everyday life, they would receive the scorn of society and those around them, as if they had suffered a social death.

Beyond that, the most visible manifestation of the PC atmosphere was Hollywood movies.

Hollywood movies had to feature black characters (like a black Valkyrie from Nordic mythology, a black Little Mermaid); *Moonlight Boy* made history as the first LGBT film to win an award, *Black Panther* received unanimous praise from film critics, and *Shape of Water* won the Oscar for Best Picture...

Whether it was John Joyce, Julia, Smoker, or Bob, they all lived in the Western cultural sphere and were completely familiar with PC. However, according to statistics from some major organizations, the proportion of players who truly believed in PC was extremely low. To be precise, those who genuinely believed in PC were mostly idiots, unable to become players; and if they did, they died easily.

Therefore, people like John Joyce, who only had a cursory understanding of PC, couldn't possibly be as proficient as Li Ang in its ways—Li Ang, who could thrive in this Fairy World.

The 56 new non-traditional genders Li Ang had used to brainwash Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother weren't his original creation but the research results of the well-known gender studies organization GLAAD. The primary application of this study was to allow users to select more non-traditional genders when registering on the social networking site Facebook, which was, in itself, another manifestation of PC.

However, compared to the more primitive PC displayed by Little Red Riding Hood and the others, the 56 new non-traditional genders from the latest research in the United States were clearly more correct, more diverse, and more inclusive.

Those who worshipped PC were always immersed in their own world, completely incapable of being reasoned with using normal logic. Hence, only a higher level of PC could defeat PC. This was Li Ang's greatest understanding of this Fairy World.

"Phew..."

The lumberjack, who had been silent until now, suddenly exhaled sharply and turned to Li Ang, nodding solemnly. "Thank you very much for your help. Without you, I'm afraid that crazy old woman would have chopped off my head by now."

The lumberjack's sudden speech startled John Joyce and the others; they had thought this muscular man was insane.

"You're normal people from outside, aren't you?"

The lumberjack scratched his big beard, picked up his axe from the ground, glanced over the Little Red Riding Hood family of three—who were completely absorbed in their own world—and turned to the players. "Follow me. I'll tell you what's going on here."

With that, the lumberjack turned and pushed the door open, leaving the cabin.

The group of players stood amidst the chaotic cabin, looking at each other. John Joyce and the others now understood that this Fairy World was actually a PC world. Frustrated by their own insufficient PC abilities, they turned their gaze to Li Ang; the recent scene had thoroughly proven that he was the one among them who understood PC the best.

"You there... uh, Brother Dao."

John Joyce came over and asked in a lowered voice, "What do you think we should do?"

"Hmm..."

Li Ang, who had easily avoided a deadly battle with a few words and thus gained command of the team, thought for a moment. "That lumberjack seems to have a clear head. Let's follow him."

Li Ang led the players out of the house and saw the lumberjack waiting on the lawn outside the cabin.

"Let me introduce myself."

The lumberjack straightened his somewhat dirty woolen coat, trying to present himself with as much dignity as possible. "I am Frederick the Third, the former King of the Kingdom of Lipma."

What?

John Joyce and his companions stared in disbelief at the scruffy, unkempt lumberjack. Him, a king? Was he joking?

"A pleasure to meet you."

Li Ang, however, extended his hand with a serious face and shook hands with the lumberjack. "I am the humble monk, Brother Dao, hailing from the Eastern Tang. We have crossed the Heavy Ocean to worship the deity and seek the True Scripture in the West. These are my disciples:

My eldest disciple with a beard like thunder, John;

My strong and dark second disciple, Bob;

My malnourished third disciple, Smoker;

And my young disciple with great ambitions, Julia."

The other players, who had all read *Journey to the West*, were instantly taken aback and began inwardly criticizing his choices. Bob, an older black man now dubbed the 'strong and dark second disciple,' couldn't help but grip his shotgun tighter—Was that some kind of racial discrimination? he thought.

"A monk from the East?"

It was unclear what the background setting of this world was, but the lumberjack who called himself Frederick III just nodded, without further inquiry into the identities of Li Ang and his companions. "If you are here to borrow the True Scripture, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. In this land, faith in the deities of the Aorantheos Divine System has disappeared."

"The deities of the Aorantheos Divine System are gone?" Li Ang raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

The lumberjack gave a wry smile. "You know nothing, yet you dared to cross the Heavy Ocean to come here? Alright, I'll explain it to you."

A jolt went through the players. Indeed, the System hadn't placed them on the forest path to Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother's house without reason.

The System had initially given them two options.

One option was to watch Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother kill the lumberjack and then try to extract information from her (though this was unlikely, given the peculiar mindset of Little Red Riding Hood and her family. More probably, they would learn nothing and have to go to the town to find out about the world's background).

The other was to save the lumberjack and get information from him—a man who appeared useless but was, according to the scenario's design, actually a worker for a king.

In other words, the players had already passed their first test by verbally negotiating with Little Red Riding Hood and her family, thereby avoiding conflict and saving the lumberjack.

John Joyce's mind raced. As he glanced at Li Ang, whose expression was unreadable, he felt both relieved and simultaneously wary. This teammate, Brother Dao, must be some kind of expert strategist, and he's also proficient in the ways of PC, he mused. This mission will undoubtedly be easier with his planning. However, I also have to consider the possibility that he might use the rest of us to gain even greater benefits.

What a pity... why don't I understand PC... Regret flitted through the minds of John Joyce and the others, but their faces showed nothing. They just stood there quietly, waiting for the lumberjack king to tell them about the world's background.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.