Chapter 71: Jealous of Others, Hating Myself
The master bedroom was tightly sealed by a strong barrier. Theoretically, if a firecracker were lit inside, not a sound would be heard outside.
Ji Ma lay on the large red bed, which could accommodate four people for boxing, sprawled in a star shape.
Thinking about how Eve Frostleaf had found a partner, she couldn’t help but curse, “That punk! If I had been wearing armor back then, I would have definitely won. If I had won, the elf girl would be mine.”
How happy that would have been. To imprison Eve Frostleaf, ruthlessly bullying and humiliating her until she, as a hidden masochist, could no longer escape being my servant.
At that time, I would definitely strip her bare and run to the elven queen to show off.
Thinking about missing out on such a “great opportunity,” she couldn’t help the surge of angry emotions, punching the bed hard.
“It’s all that guy’s fault! Whenever I run into him, nothing good happens; I’m just so unlucky.”
“I clearly had a meticulous plan, with rigorous steps, yet I still failed.” Ji Ma gradually calmed down, “Maybe he’s the chosen one.”
Her clenched fist loosened.
She sighed, the last trace of anger fading away, her tense body relaxing as she hugged herself.
“Is this what it means for evil to defeat justice during transmission?”
“Hah, forget it.” Ji Ma chuckled at herself, “Admit it, some people are just different from others from birth. There are always those who, after flipping through a book, can score a hundred effortlessly, skipping grades, ending up at Tsinghua or Peking University in their teens… And some people just can ascend easily, effortlessly obtaining the beauties that took me two centuries to never acquire.”
At this point, Ji Ma couldn’t help but think of the green dragon, Chilis.
This cunning green dragon, after being captured by her, would rather serve as a human battery, slowly dying to provide energy for her maze than accept the superior position of a close maid. She wouldn’t even allow her body to be touched.
But she begged George for mercy and willingly chose to be his mount.
Another wave of anger surged in her chest, and she forced a smile, comforting herself:
“There are always exceptions.”
“But why not me?! Me?!”
She sat up again, her fists pounding the bed, “I also want to be the mighty dragon; I want to be the chosen one too!”
No need to rack my brain to meet upgrade requirements, no need to worry about making errors while leveling up, just enjoy the divine speed of leveling up comfortably, along with a bunch of beautiful women who are strong and gorgeous, all willing to embrace me.
No matter how much I pounded the bed, I couldn’t relieve my frustration.
Ji Ma snapped her fingers, and George’s image appeared at the foot of the bed. He looked just like George, except his face wore a smug and taunting smile, arrogance radiating from him, his eyes full of contempt as if saying, “I’m just better than you; the girls are better than you, and they come for free.”
“Die!”
A green dragon crescent blade appeared in her hand. With a roar, she leaped up, the blade coming down forcefully, embedding in his handsome face, stuck at the collarbone.
“Die, die, die, die!”
After a series of slashes, the scene was horrific to behold.
Ji Ma panted heavily, dropping the green dragon crescent blade. With another thought, she reshaped George, still retaining that infuriating face, and jumped up with a spinning kick, striking George’s face, knocking him down.
“Whooo… That felt much better, just a bit of pain in my foot.”
Breathing heavily, she sat on the bed, looking at the fallen dummy on the ground, covering her well-developed chest, “My chest hurts from anger.”
The green dragon crescent blade lay on the ground, the blade covered in blood.
Ji Ma, feeling suspicious, wondered, “Is my reaction too strange?”
“If the earlier memories were all implanted by the Demon King Gima… Did he amplify my hatred toward George, allowing him to benefit?”
A chill ran up her spine.
“No, no way. No matter what, I need to draw a line, or I’ll fall into his trap.”
Ji Ma opened the system and used the text function to add a note: “Always unite the power of George; do not act against him; he is trustworthy.”
Only then did Ji Ma relax. Even if she wasn’t Demon King Gima, and even if he had many traps up his sleeve, as long as she didn’t overstep, she would never fall into his trap.
“But my suspicious nature is also influenced by his memories. Did he foresee this? Forget it. If I don’t overstep, no matter how much he predicts, he won’t have a way to deal with me.”
After venting her frustrations, Ji Ma’s mood calmed considerably.
Being jealous is an old habit, and she didn’t feel it necessary to change.
Now that her mind was calm, she thought carefully; although she didn’t burn George’s harem down as she wished, the conspiracy hadn’t been exposed, and she hadn’t lost anything. The initiative was still in her hands. After all, despite George’s glory, at heart, he was still a punching bag for her.
Thinking this way, Ji Ma felt her spirits lift again.
“It’s just a pity, I wanted to see Eve Frostleaf and Jenna in the hall, disregarding their images, shouting at each other. You use Sun Fist, I use Ice Kick, and George stands between the two women, getting hit by both, while I sit on a little stool, petting a cat and eating melon seeds, enjoying the show.”
“Right, hunger breeds lust. What if they’re busy getting it on? Should I go interrupt them? Splash some ice water on them or something? After all, George wouldn’t hit me.”
With that thought, Ji Ma’s face broke into an evil grin, and a basin of ice water appeared in her hands, ice cubes floating inside.
Carrying the basin of ice water, she walked toward the door. As she opened the door, she checked the time.
“Past nine? Is it that late?” Ji Ma mentally counted; she had been gone for two hours, “They must have finished long ago. No, what if George’s interest is piqued, and they’re still at it?”
With a mischievous mindset, Ji Ma concentrated, and the door opened by itself, revealing George, dressed in clean combat gear.
Ji Ma was startled, her hand shaking, almost dropping the basin, “What are you doing here?”
“I happened to have something to find you, and I’m returning your cat.” George raised his arm, and Lianxi Cat was tightly biting his thick sleeve, hanging from his hand, “She’s been biting me the whole time.”
“This cat likes to bite scumbags.” Although if it were me, I would also take a liking to Frostleaf.
George pointed toward the basin of water in Ji Ma’s hand, asking, “Do you have something to do?”
“Uh, I was planning to water the flowers.” Ji Ma threw the basin away in a panic, and it vanished in mid-air.
George frowned slightly; he sensed that it wasn’t true.
Ji Ma felt incredibly guilty, remembering the dummy with the bruised face lying behind her. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Blocking George’s face, Ji Ma’s tail lifted, the tip pointing at the dummy on the floor, and the dummy disappeared.
George responded with a kiss, pressing his soft lips against hers, his tongue attempting to slip inside.
But Ji Ma let go, pushing against his chest, and laughed, “Just kidding, do you want to enjoy a succubus’s kiss? Ha! Scumbags like you don’t get that kind of treatment. Return my cat!”
George lifted his head. Ji Ma took the cat, which hissed a few times at George before rubbing its head against Ji Ma’s fair chest.
“I came here about some things—”
Ji Ma suppressed her hunger and inner desires, interrupting, “If you have something to say, spit it out.”
“I talked with Frostleaf.”
“The scene must have been intense, the iceberg melting, a flood of water everywhere, saving me the trouble of watering.”
“I also talked with Jenna.”
“Wow, that’s great.” Ji Ma said lazily, “Revisiting the happiness of infancy, something that men yearn for.”
“Jenna told me everything.”
Ji Ma’s heart sank; she nervously averted her gaze, “Then what?”
“I always felt something was off, like you were fanning the flames from behind.”
“I suddenly feel so tired; I’m going to sleep first.” Ji Ma shamelessly turned away, but her tail got pulled.
“So, do you admit it?”
“Admit what, that you should let go?”
“Be honest, and I’ll let go.”
“What if I did?!” Ji Ma turned around, acting petulant, “No matter, you can’t spank me; I’m a platinum powerhouse just like you.”
George suddenly asked, “So, are you jealous? That so-called pure physical relationship is just self-deception, right?”
Ji Ma suddenly realized, smiling as she asked:
“Jealous? Is this why you came to interrogate me?”
She looked into George’s azure eyes, genuinely serious, which only made it more humorous, covering her mouth as she laughed:
“By the way, the dream palace has upgraded; you can now discern lies. Listen carefully. Between you and me, it’s merely a pure physical relationship—just for fun, don’t take it too seriously, okay? Got it? Your role is exactly the same as the toys in my cabinet, genius.”
George seemed angry; otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought his face so close.
He asked, “Are you still not reassured?”
“Stop conjecturing.”
“What about that bloodied knife?”
“I like to practice with blades and firearms in the bedroom; the blood is just to make it feel closer to combat.”
“And what about the dummy lying on the ground? Didn’t you take out your jealousy on me?”
“I only envy you for having Frostleaf,” Ji Ma confessed honestly, “I like women too, and I envy because I can’t have it, but you do.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“That’s the truth.”
“Partial truth.”
Ji Ma smiled and said, “You little brat, what virtues do you possess that deserve my jealousy?”
“Ji Ma, sometimes I feel like you’re like Demon King Gima; there’s a familiarity in your palace. When we attacked him, I memorized the layout so well that I’d never forget. The place I was just at with Frostleaf felt particularly familiar….”
Ji Ma felt a shiver down her spine.
She had changed the layout of the palace beforehand, but one’s taste doesn’t change; it’s like a person’s handwriting. The two women hadn’t noticed anything unusual, but George did—his memory was astonishingly good.
Moreover, that tranquil forest had too many “wonderful” memories associated with her, so she had only superficially altered it.
“…You’re also good at cooking like him and love women, equally cold-blooded.”
Her heart sank into an ice pit.
What to do?
Directly drive George and the others out of the dream palace, then leave the cat behind and leap into a different dream.
But she was lying in Eve Frostleaf’s tent. If she woke up and shook her awake, it would be over.
Not to mention, escaping would make all the sacrifices worthless, and directly oppose George, crossing the line she had just set.
If she wasn’t Demon King Gima, wouldn’t that be a free gift to him?
Ji Ma showed signs of panic, stepping backward until her back leaned against the wall. She faced George directly and said awkwardly, “I… I have a part of Demon King Gima’s memory.”
Please, don’t ask if I’m him.
George opened his mouth, but Ji Ma quickly interjected, “I might be him too.”
George was momentarily stunned, staring at her.
Ji Ma closed her eyes, turning her head away, her whole demeanor drooping, her tail limping on the ground as she said, “That’s my secret, brave hero.”
