Chapter 230 Chapter 224 The Scheme (5)
At this moment, over sixty million people in Huaxia were at a loss for words.
Many of them, having merely seen Ji Ma’s remarks, found themselves cursed.
The number was still on the rise.
The entire society was engulfed in confusion, panic, and haste.
The national machinery at various levels temporarily malfunctioned, and no one knew what to do or how to respond. They were facing the first large-scale outbreak of curses in human history.
In fact, some areas of Huaxia had descended into a state of anarchy, but there were no “zero-yuan purchase” activities taking place.
Many returned home, and some leaders in various regions had the courage to announce the suspension of work and classes. Anxious and uneasy, people looked out their windows, waiting anxiously and in fear for notifications or judgments.
The arrival of the new era brutally whipped at everyone’s soul with enormous power.
When the rumors online leapt out of the screens and grasped at people’s throats, no one treated the soft whispers as mere background noise anymore.
Online, Ji Ma continued to speak.
Her videos were being streamed on various platforms, including Zhihu.
She liked Zhihu because she felt the atmosphere suited her, with similar values to her own, and found it comfortable to express herself there. At the same time, she believed that most users on Zhihu were spiritually weak people, much like her own lost and powerless self.
Behind the screen, she winked her right eye and said:
“Here’s a warm reminder from your king, I can make you mute, and I can also make your hearts stop beating. How about we play a game? Everyone who displeases me…”
The servers became overloaded, and one particular platform’s server crashed. Many couldn’t help but lick the screens, but more were anxious, unable to tear their gaze away.
She raised her hand, fingers grasping at the air: “How about stopping your hearts for ten minutes?”
After saying this, her red-nailed hand tightened slightly.
A certain “kuso” creator suddenly pressed against his chest in front of his computer, his head raised, his face twisted, his legs kicking. He felt as if a hand was clutching his heart.
Various trolls on Weibo, Tieba, Zhihu, Bilibili, and others, whether students or parents with children, all clutched their chests, their faces turning pale. Their only commonality was that they had insulted Ji Ma, albeit in different ways.
Ji Ma only held her grip for five or six seconds before letting go.
Perhaps considering that living beings could provide the power of suffering, or fearing that once George arrived—though extremely unlikely—she could not escape death. Or perhaps out of rationality, realizing that she really didn’t need to take lives.
In a peaceful era, people greatly value life, but if many are killed, they will gradually belittle life, necessitating harsher methods to extract suffering.
Clearly, this was logical and had nothing to do with a so-called righteous knight who killed even mothers.
Ji Ma convinced herself, nodding in satisfaction as she continued:
“Don’t you all love to call yourselves beasts, commoners, or slaves? Now, I tell you, you are going to return to your position and serve me. To have the fortune of serving such a beautiful demon king as I am is your happiness amid suffering.
“But I know you only speak with your mouths; in essence, you are like crying children demanding more treats. When it comes to being beasts or servants, you will all be quick to stomp your feet.
Ji Ma licked her lips: “So, let the ants rally together to fight me, and see how many of my feet you can withstand.”
As these words sank in, countless remaining fantasies shattered in people’s hearts. They had previously imagined Ji Ma’s inner self was as beautiful as her outward appearance, merely appearing evil due to some unspeakable inner sorrow.
But clearly, her horns, wings, and tail weren’t just for looks; she was a demon by nature, inherently evil.
Some couldn’t help but open their mouths, letting out silent screams. Others wept bitterly. At a certain university, the playground was filled with crying students, a scene of chaos, absurd emotions infecting everyone.
“Bang!”
A small car crashed violently into the entrance of the community.
This jolted Meng He awake from the unbearable reality. She turned her head, looking at the deformed community gate, gazing at the blood-red sun, and couldn’t help but mutter to herself:
“This is the end of humanity.”
When the leader of the working group came to after a bout of shoving, he thought he was dreaming.
Especially after viewing reports and recordings, he was even more convinced he was dreaming.
The screen displayed a video of the interrogation of “Wan Ziqi,” and if he hadn’t seen the original video, he wouldn’t have known they were interrogating Wan Ziqi.
Because in the small dark room, there was no one sitting in the chair, just air.
But the interrogator was earnestly interrogating the air in the chair, and after the questioning concluded, two police officers even helped the air up and led it away.
As if a person were actually sitting in the chair.
However, apart from that, everything else matched exactly with what the leader of the working group remembered from the video.
After nearly twenty minutes, the leader of the working group had to accept the fact that they had all fallen for an illusion.
From grassroots police officers to him, no one had realized this was merely a scam.
Not a single person detected that Wan Ziqi was just a puff of air.
The leader of the working group decided promptly: “Censor her! Immediately censor her!”
But the efficiency was shockingly low. In the midst of the chaotic situation, the national machinery, composed of individuals, had become sluggish. No matter how large the national machinery was, it was still made up of individual people.
The demoness appeared. She had been spouting her outrageous remarks online for over half an hour before being banned.
Relevant departments urgently sought out those who dared to censor Ji Ma, barging into the company to banish and suppress the demoness.
But it was too late, far too late.
Ji Ma indiscriminately spread her words, and her statements were terrifying. She even patiently interacted with countless netizens. Ji Ma only cursed people mute but did not strip them of their ability to voice their suffering online.
After all, if that were the case, how would those netizens share their pain?
Some directly insulted and cursed Ji Ma, thousands of them flooding the barrage. Ji Ma merely smiled slightly: “Li Qi, Wang Hong—over sixteen thousand people, are now all enjoying the random curse package.”
Some peed themselves, some got slapped in the face, and some collapsed paralyzed on their beds.
“Demon sister, we can talk. As long as you cooperate with us, we will provide you with anything you desire.”
“I don’t work,” Ji Ma said with a charming smile. “The law only binds those who can’t or dare not break it. Since I possess great power, why should I earn a meager living?”
In any case, when the entire internet could no longer see Ji Ma, her statements were enough to make even the most optimistic person feel disappointment and pick up sign language.
At the same time, masses of people listening to her remarks felt despair and pain.
Ji Ma closed her laptop and waved her hand, entering the void of “dreams,” a place that wasn’t yet a dream.
Countless pains surged from all directions. Ji Ma raised her hands, transforming pain into magic, and magic into light in her hands, illuminating the void. Under this light, the black-and-white dreamscape rapidly spread…
