Chapter 333: Chapter 332: Workers
Li Ang had always considered himself a genius child with broad ideas and slick moves. He believed no one could ever leave him completely speechless. However, after witnessing the bizarre behavior of these fairy tale characters and hearing their strange remarks, a strong urge to rant filled Li Ang’s heart. These fairy tale characters were just so damn inexplicable.
Little Red Riding Hood, Grandma, the Big Grey Wolf, and the woodcutter were clearly startled when someone suddenly jumped into the room from the window.
"You!"
After a moment of shock, Little Red Riding Hood’s grandma quickly regained her composure. Her wrinkled face turned red with anger, like a shriveled, wrinkled tomato, and her previously kind and gentle eyes were now filled with a fierce and vicious look. Waving her withered arms and raising her fists, the old woman roared at Li Ang, "You dare to barge into a lady’s room at will! Hah, indeed, this is what men from the Rune Kingdom are like, always treating women as belongings, blatantly oppressing them with male privilege! Men are always like this!" Her eyes flashed, accusing him of objectifying women. "Because I’m wearing a pink nightgown, you assume I’m trying to seduce you? Girls should have the right to wear whatever clothes we want, without being judged by others! It’s as if hell is empty and the devils are here on Earth. Can an eighty-year-old granny even get any peace? My tears just couldn’t stop flowing..."
Perhaps because the large scythe in Li Ang’s hand was quite intimidating, the old woman didn’t charge at him with a flurry of punches. Instead, she stood there, ranting and raving non-stop, saliva flying everywhere.
"Shut up!"
Listening to her incessant babbling and muttering, Li Ang felt his irritation grow, and his killing intent flared. He swung the scythe in his hand fiercely toward the back corner, smashing the fireplace on the wall to pieces.
Rubble flew, and dust filled the air.
With a murderous grip on the scythe, Li Ang glared at the old woman and said ominously, "Arrogant, narrow-minded, rude, and impolite—that’s clearly you. Who are you to assume this person’s gender?"
He pointed his finger at the woodcutter.
The woodcutter wore coarse grey cloth clothes and pants, with a woolen vest over them. His brown hair was messy and fluffy, and through the dry, stiff strands, a pair of small blue eyes could be seen. Clearly, this woodcutter’s life was very hard. He was no more than middle-aged, but his face was lined with wrinkles. Beneath his unkempt sideburns and beard hid numerous scars from razor cuts. His palms were like the surface of deadwood, an unhealthy, dull brownish-grey, with thick calluses on every fingertip.
The woodcutter’s appearance was undoubtedly that of an average middle-aged man with a very low quality of life from the medieval period. But Li Ang pointed at him and scolded the old woman, "I originally thought that someone who could say things like ’become a new-era woman with independent thought and personality’ would possess more wisdom and tolerance than others. I didn’t expect you to be just as superficial. Just by *Their* appearance, you can judge this worker’s gender? Just because *Their* face has distinct features, *Their* skin isn’t pale enough, and *They* even have a bit of stubble, you assume *They are* a man?"
As soon as he said this, not only were Little Red Riding Hood and the old woman stunned, but even the teammates who had climbed in through the window were dumbfounded.
Although Li Ang was now wearing a red fur hood and a bulletproof vest, looking like a dangerous individual, due to the constant effects of the game, his image in the eyes of fairy tale players like Little Red Riding Hood was still relatively normal. He was definitely an ordinary Asian youth—Asians did exist in this Fairy World, albeit in smaller numbers.
Actually, Little Red Riding Hood’s grandma really wanted to ask where this person had jumped out from, but with a talking giant wolf in the wooden house, such a trivial logical issue could be completely overlooked. For Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother, proving that she was a new-age woman with independent thought, profound wisdom, and multicultural inclusivity mattered far more than such a trivial problem as questioning someone’s identity. Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother absolutely could not tolerate anyone questioning her philanthropy, democracy, and freedom.
"Oh, sorry, I mistakenly assumed your gender based on your appearance and recklessly judged you," the old woman stammered nervously, casting a sidelong glance at the bearded woodcutter. She hesitated, then said, "Dear sister. We new-era women of the Rune Kingdom should stand on the same front and fight against societal oppression together."
The woodcutter blinked his blue eyes, which were filled with confusion.
Fortunately, Li Ang spoke for him.
This Fairy World is filled with peculiarities. Everyone who speaks does so with a detestable air of virtue-signaling, vehemently emphasizing their philanthropy, freedom, and tolerance for multiculturalism. The only normal person seems to be this woodcutter, who’s trying to save Little Red Riding Hood from the Big Grey Wolf. Hmm... this Big Grey Wolf’s strength is about on par with an ordinary player of the same level; dealing with it should be relatively easy. But Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother, who could burst out of the wolf’s mouth without a trace of stomach acid corrosion—it’s impossible to gauge the depth of her power. The best method is still to use their virtue-signaling way of thinking and speaking to keep them calm and extract information.
Li Ang thought to himself, took a deep breath, and, like a lawyer in court, continued to speak for the baffled woodcutter.
"Wrong!"
Li Ang waved his hand at the old woman and, pointing to the woodcutter, said, "Actually, this worker is not a woman either. His appearance is just a disguise. Beneath this disguise lies a sensitive soul that should not be defined or divided by gender."
"Huh?" the Big Grey Wolf glanced at the burly woodcutter, whose body hair seemed even more abundant than its own, and couldn’t help but ask, "He’s neither male nor female? Then what exactly is he?"
"Absurd! Narrow-minded!"
Li Ang’s eyes widened in anger. "The traditional biological classification of gender only recognizes male and female, categorizing everything else as ’other.’ This classification is rooted in the most basic reproductive difference between two individuals in the animal kingdom. For beasts, such a gender classification might suffice. But for humans, who pride themselves on being intelligent life forms, gender is not merely a way to categorize species; it should be one of each person’s fundamental self-identities. Gender should not be limited to two or three options; rather, individuals should have the right to choose.
"For example, agender: those who have not developed a gender or do not feel they belong strongly to any gender.
Bigender: those who have mixed characteristics or feel both characteristics strongly.
Cisgender male: born biologically male and identifies as male.
Cisgender female: born biologically female and identifies as female.
Female-to-male: assigned female at birth but has completed or is undergoing a transition to a male self-identity.
Transgender man-man, transgender woman-man, transgender man-woman, transgender woman-woman, transgender man-woman-man, transgender woman-man-woman...
According to professional statistics, there are currently 56 known genders in the world, and this number is still increasing.
"This worker exchanges their sweat and labor for the necessities of life from human society. Due to many societal injustices, *They*, in fact, suffer severe, multiple forms of exploitation. But *They* have not given up *Their* dreams. Instead, as a Guardian of nature, *They* protect this forest, which *They* love most, in *Their* own way. When you question *Their* gender, you must first respect *Their* own thoughts! You cannot define the soul by the body!"