Chapter 221: Chapter 216: Demon King Jima
Sunlight filtered through the stainless steel burglar bars and fell into the room, landing on Jima, dissolving the facade of her appearance in the light.
Her hair melted away, revealing long, backward-curving horns.
The acne scars on her face faded, revealing a smooth, flawless complexion. The dark rings around her bloodshot eyes transformed into bright golden orbs.
Her full, red lips curled up at the corners, and a pair of wings suddenly spread wide, proudly appearing in the sunlight.
At this moment, she had shed all her disguises and felt a sense of lightness, even the sunlight seemed beautiful.
“Wan Ziqi, come out to do housework!”
The door opened, and Wan Yapin walked in. With a casual wave of her hand, Jima froze her in place, unable to move.
Jima, light on her feet, tapped the floor barefoot and flew up into the air, gliding smoothly through the window and stainless steel security bars as if passing through shadows.
She faced the sunlight, flapping her wings a few times before soaring to the clouds, the county town beneath her feet, smaller than her palm. Her wings cast a shadow over the town she had grown up in.
A surge of wild desire broke through her cautious demeanor.
She reached out her hand toward the earth below, gripping tightly, determined to do as she pleased on this planet. If humanity declared war on her, so be it.
What had she been afraid of before? As a demon race, if she couldn’t even risk her life, wouldn’t that mean losing the most precious quality of the demon race?
She thought this and deleted “Revenge” from the task list.
Her thoughts broke free from shackles, and countless ideas flooded her mind.
Although “the donkey of the production team” had been caught, Huaxia boldly made it public. Yet during this time, she hadn’t even felt anyone come to divine her fate.
Just a “donkey of the production team” could bring her so much power through suffering. This shows that the internet could become an exceptional place for her to unleash her potential and harvest the power of suffering to restore her magical energy.
With magical energy, she could afford to wage war against enormous nations and even against all of humanity.
How ridiculous! With such a significant advantage in her hands, she had lived so long in submission and compliance.
As for what to do if she were to die?
Jima had considered that too.
If she died, so be it. She didn’t place much value on her life on the path of ascending as a demon.
Why, now that she had been promoted to diamond and had fragments of a crown on her head, had she become cowardly in character?
She snorted coldly: “Mortal constraints.”
The faint pain from the soul wound in her chest completely vanished, and that healing sensation made Jima want to sing. She sang a song and danced in the air.
Birds were awestruck and fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and shattering upon impact.
After finishing her song, she felt a gaze watching her.
Jima looked down to see a few small figures, like ants, taking out binoculars from their car and looking at her.
“Not yet.”
With a clap of her hands, she sprinkled a curse.
The tiny mortals below immediately collapsed to the ground.
Jima dove down and soon returned to Wan Ziqi’s room.
At the door, Wan Yapin was still frozen, unable to move.
Jima turned around, her golden eyes staring at the sun.
“The sun is so annoying; better to cover it up.” Jima said, “Today is a cloudy day.”
The dark clouds covered the blue sky again, turning it gloomy, but Jima felt that a cloudy day was just right.
She turned her head to look at the nearby freezer. Inside, Wan Ziqi’s corpse was frozen solid, its surface covered with a layer of cold frost, showing no signs of having ever spoken or moved.
Now, in Jima’s eyes, Wan Ziqi’s body was just a corpse, an ordinary corpse.
But a new idea emerged in her mind, a plan to use Wan Ziqi’s corpse to set up a deception.
Earlier, using “Lies Come True” to manipulate the weather had drained her magical energy, leaving her with only 43%.
It was time to store some lying powers and harvest the suffering of mortals.
Jima plopped down on the desk, her peach-shaped backside spread across the surface and forming a semicircle, smoothing out the wrinkles in the fabric with the elasticity of her derriere.
She contemplated, continuously refining her plan’s outline to weave a web of lies to entrap the world.
In the midst of her thinking, she lazily reached out to the bookshelf, taking down a battered magazine titled “Science Fiction World.”
Jima flipped through a few pages, and one story title seemed familiar, prompting her to stop and read it.
The story was about:
A young man rescued an old man, who then rewarded him by granting one wish. The young man wished for money and beautiful women, and from then on, every morning he would find a beautiful woman and a bag full of cash at his bedside.
“He should have wished for violence, then he’d have money, sex, and power all at once.”
Jima murmured as she flipped to the next page.
Meanwhile, many suicide news stories surfaced in society. Poor people’s savings for medical treatment vanished, beautiful fiancées discovered their chastity had inexplicably disappeared, and unable to bear the humiliation, they committed suicide by jumping into rivers.
The young man saw a blonde woman in the news who had committed suicide; she was the same woman he had slept with on a certain night. Shocked, he hurriedly asked the old man where the money and women came from.
The old man revealed his true form—he was an alien, and he informed the young man that the money and women had been taken from others using advanced technology.
Seeing so many people suffering because of him, the young man decided to commit suicide in atonement.
“Another silly story preaching kindness.” Jima murmured, “The author seems to want to say that if the young man had not sought a reward, he wouldn’t have harmed others or ended up committing suicide, right? How ridiculous! If he had a fraction of my darkness in his heart, wouldn’t he have been able to continue enjoying his wealth and beauty without dying?”
At the end of the article, there was a hasty line in Chinese: “Why? If he didn’t regret it, wouldn’t that be fine?”
Jima laughed:
“So I realized at such a young age that this was a scam. Author, you tried to educate readers, deceiving everyone into being kind enough to save others without expecting anything in return. Now I’m going to deceive everyone too; it seems we are in the same business.”
Saying this, Jima returned “Science Fiction World” to its place.
At the doorway, Wan Yapin’s eyes were wide, her eyeballs threatening to pop out. Now she could see the unmasked beauty of the enchanting demon, as well as her own frozen son in the freezer.
“Ah, I forgot about you, Wan Yapin.” Jima said, “I forgot you could still think.”
She jumped down from the desk, unplugged the freezer, and began to pull it away. Wan Ziqi was still useful.
At the door, Wan Yapin was immobilized, blocking the way.
Jima smiled slightly at Wan Yapin and said, “You’re starting to feel that you could always move.”
Wan Yapin suddenly regained her mobility.
Jima said, “Please step aside.”
But Wan Yapin broke free from Jima’s “charm halo.” Instead of stepping aside, she rushed toward the freezer, her hands clawing at it like a tiger, gripping it tightly, shouting at the frozen Wan Ziqi inside:
“Son! Son!”
She even reached out to open the freezer door.
Jima said, “You again feel your body become numb and immobile.”
Wan Yapin’s hand reaching for her son hung in the air.
Jima closed the freezer door and said, “Your son died a long time ago. Sigh, so troublesome. You actually broke free from my ‘charm halo.’ I still need to extract your memories.”
Pulling the freezer, she walked toward the security door without looking back. Behind her, the mother-like ice sculpture wept a single tear.
Jima was confident, her mind already had a plan to return to the “home” in another place, the originally rented house.
However, taking the freezer and flying was quick but also dangerous, and it was genuinely tiring.
If she took a train, she didn’t want to be crammed with a bunch of people.
So Jima leisurely pulled the freezer, walking down the street, her gaze scanning one young woman after another, searching for someone more to her liking.
After half an hour of searching, she raised her hand. A fashionably dressed young woman stopped her car, and the window rolled down. She asked, “Do you need something?”
Jima scanned her up and down: “You’ll do. This county town is truly small; finding someone pretty who can also drive is really difficult.”
“What do you mean?”
With a blink of her eyes, the fashionable young woman suddenly felt she had completely fallen in love with this mysterious beauty. Otherwise, how could she have an impulse to do everything to please her?
“Fill the tank and drive to Tianfu City.”
“Okay.” The fashionable young woman took out her phone to navigate.
Tianfu City was a full day and night away by train.
But the fashionable young woman showed no sign of concern and even helped Jima load the freezer into the vehicle.
