Chapter Sixty-One: Enemies Meet
Ji Ma is skilled in disguise.
Coincidentally, the high elves are also adept at
superficial appearances.
Under a guise,
the high-level elven archmage
rides a horse. Using teleportation magic,
they arrive at the White Tower with Ji Ma two
days later, successfully gaining the trust of the White
Tower mages before leaving.
An amount equivalent to two hundred thousand tons of “local
specialties” towers among the high-level elven
mages.
With enthusiasm, Ji Ma introduces
the power of this thing, bringing along
a laptop computer with nuclear
explosion videos, prepared in advance by George.
The high-level elven archmages look at each other,
whispering and debating this thing that lacks any
magic, discussing how to
modify it.
They hold this
secret weapon in utter disdain.
To accommodate their innate
vanity, Ji Ma deceives them, claiming
this thing is from the depths of the
demonic realm, originally
the Lord of Transformation, meant to annihilate the Eternal
Chosen as a backup.
For the sake of secrecy,
Ji Ma again deceives them, stating that their
beauty obtained in exchange will be left in its place.
To prevent leaks, she takes
extra strict confidentiality measures.
The high-level elven archmages
are skeptical, believing this is likely
a scheme of the Lord of Transformation. After all,
the people present are not fools or
weaklings; they sense something different
from Ji Ma.
So Ji Ma implies that this is
part of a grand scheme by a
high-ranking elf; only a high elf could
be clever enough to deceive the Lord of Transformation.
As for herself? She merely made a deal
with the prominent figure.
This suggestion is very appealing to the high-level elven
archmages; they believe that
high elves are the most superior race.
At the same time, though, she secretly cooperates
with the demon race for transactions, but this is merely more discreet.
A few days later.
After the last few suspicious
archmages secretly confirm with the Osuans,
the process of enchanting the local specialties
officially begins.
They use various spells,
detecting the internal structure without
harming the “local specialties,” arriving at
a conclusion.
They simply cannot understand what
this thing is meant for.
“Anyway, it just explodes, a huge
explosion,” Ji Ma chews, saying: “Let’s just go with it;
for now, we have something extra.”
“Then we can only enchant the shell,
infusing the explosion with some gifts from Asur.”
“Whatever,” Ji Ma says.
“I’m more concerned about the prophecy,
wanting to know if this thing can actually
explode.”
“To the observatory,”
under the guidance of Archmage Safurui.
Ji Ma arrives at the observatory.
It’s large; the metal bridge
has no columns, connecting to the central
disk, which is wide enough for a person to run
around. In the center of the disk, a huge
armillary sphere hovers, made of golden metal,
extremely well-crafted.
Inside the armillary sphere, several celestial bodies
float and revolve, the backdrop a
gleaming starry sky.
Ji Ma passes the spear-wielding guards,
accompanied by Archmage Safurui,
steps onto the metal bridge, and looks at the
background on the right of the armillary sphere; that
huge projection depicts the entire
world map, with land and sea.
Gazing at the map is like
overlooking planets from space.
“Wow,” Ji Ma exclaims.
Beside her, Archmage Safurui puffs up with pride, saying: “This
is just one of many wonders of my race.”
Ji Ma continues, “The special effects
are surprisingly close to the level of
earthly civilization in cosmology, truly incredible.”
“What unknown civilization is
earthly civilization from?”
Ji Ma points to a planet:
“In another world, a few years ago, they
had a fire, equivalent to running from my
feet to the point I’m pointing at. Don’t
be disheartened; you still have hope.”
These words darken the faces of the two
female Safurui mages present.
Ji Ma unfolds a tranquil secret
barrier.
Under the armillary sphere, after waiting a while, Archmage Safurui finally speaks:
“Through the movements of the stars—I
don’t need to say it; anyway, you wouldn’t understand its profound mysteries.
Your deep involvement with the Lord of Transformation; I can only see the storm.”
“Involvement? The Lord of Transformation?”
“You might think we cannot see the black
corner above your head, nor can we see your left eye.”
“No, I’m just lamenting that the
Lord of Transformation is really going insane; he
is forcibly pulling me into this.” Ji Ma
says: “I can sense you have more to say; go ahead.”
Safurui’s archmage raises an eyebrow and says:
“Your situation is very unique.”
“Wait, it seems you guessed something wrong.” Ji Ma says: “You
mentioned the fate of the ‘upper edition’.”
“Are you talking about the metal conical object that looks like an alchemist’s tool?”
Safurui’s archmage says: “Its fate is closely intertwined with yours; in the
future, you will personally hold it.”
Undoubtedly a prophecy. Ji
Ma thinks, I was going to hold it
and smash it against the Eternal Chosen’s head.
“So?”
“But the problem is, your past is uncertain.”
Ji Ma looks up, shaping her hand to assist its
appearance, touching her own face.
Safurui’s archmage doesn’t blink.
Ji Ma says: “What do you mean?
I am still me; why
is my past uncertain?”
“Don’t know,” Safurui’s archmage says: “Right now, you are like
a bubble, also like an inverted
tower; the tower’s tip is your past.
If the tower’s tip disappears, then everything
about you will collapse.”
I will disappear—
it’s uncertain; if life
is a journey. Safurui’s archmage
says: “And your past is like
the first fork in the road, where no choice was made.”
“Wait, does that mean I didn’t choose a path at my
first fork, but it has led to the result today? Then how
did I get to this point?”
“No. It is your past ‘choices’ that were unresolved, so your
‘results’ today are also unresolved.”
“Reversed causality?” Ji Ma
feels a bit dizzy.
“Perhaps,” Safurui’s archmage says, “I suspect
it may relate to the dragon egg.”
Ji Ma’s expression darkens.
This is almost equivalent to saying this
thing can’t be solved. She prays to the
great god; can time really flow backward? If it could, she would
directly kill the Eternal Chosen, Marus, and change history.
Ji Ma asks: “What
other solutions do I have?”
“At the divination pool in Aisha, pray to Aisha,” Safurui’s
archmage says, “I saw a dragon egg; I believe this is key to your
fate.”
The Lord of Transformation, the past, time and space, the dragon egg—what do all these have to do with each other?
Ji Ma has thought of others but
doesn’t know whom to turn to.
“Okay, do you know what that dragon egg looks like? A picture would be best.”
“I have already used my race’s superior
magic techniques to replicate what I saw
onto paper.” Safurui’s archmage takes out a scroll
and hands it to Ji Ma.
Ji Ma accepts it, thanks him, and unfolds it.
The more she looks, the more familiar it becomes, yet she can’t
recall it immediately.
She says: “Thank you very much;
I have something to attend to.”
“Wait, there’s a question.”
“What question?”
Safurui’s archmage raises a hand,
pointing at Ji Ma’s black hand, asking: “Where
did you buy your gloves?”
After exchanging some nail art insights,
Ji Ma returns to her temporary residence, laying the drawing on
the table and unfolding it.
She finally remembers what this dragon egg is.
It is her backup.
To be precise, it is the backup she prepared when she was still
the Demon King, Ji Ma.
Back then, thinking about all the effort she spent raising others for so many years, enjoying a little herself, what wrong was that?
Disbanding the army, signing contracts,
hiding in the back yard, creating a demon king’s
residence to play maid.
At the same time, she prepared a backup, buying
a dragon egg as a reincarnation offering.
As a result, ha ha, she became a succubus, met George, and started a
karmic connection.
A succubus egg is cheaper than a dragon egg; it’s likely that the
crooked dealer used some
magic tricks to disguise it.
Thinking that she actually fell for a
crooked merchant, Ji Ma angrily slammed
her hand on the table.
With a “bang!” sound.
Ji Ma’s mood improved, and she began the divination ritual, using this drawing to divine.
Initially, she didn’t hold out much
hope.
But the divination results surprised her;
this drawing of the egg turned out to be a
strongly linked medium.
Ji Ma hurriedly took this drawing
to a dedicated divination site, using valuable
divination materials, and threw the drawing into the pool.
Half an hour, roasted beast bones,
internal organs, two hours later,
in the divination basin covered with a layer of black ash, the black ash automatically spread to
the sides, revealing the danger of the elves.
Upon seeing this pale-faced figure, Ji Ma
gritted her teeth; this was precisely the
black-hearted merchant who sold her the egg.
This pale-faced elf, dressed like a
high elf, appeared gentle and elegant; he simply
encircled a group of elves, seemingly singing
in a cave.
Ji Ma picked up her smart wristband,
recording this scene, then turned and left the
dream palace.
Although the mages
held a certain resistance
towards her as an outsider,
under Ji Ma’s exceptional charm,
she successfully disturbed
the archmages.
Coincidentally, it was the Safurui
archmage who had claimed previously that he couldn’t foresee.
The smart wristband projected the footage
onto the wall.
Safurui’s archmage nodded slightly: “Indeed, a good magic; this
foreign magic holds some reference value.”
“This is my divination result;
do you know what they’re doing?”
“They are calling upon our giant
dragon allies,” Safurui’s archmage says, “since the birth of my race,
the dragons have spent most of their long lives sleeping;
if they need to be awakened, dragon tamers must sing for days
to rouse them.”
“I finally understand how the dark elves’ dragons come into play.”
“What do you mean?”
“Bloodsucking; this pale-faced man
sells dragon eggs.”
At that time, in order to prevent the middlemen from making a profit, Ji Ma
personally sneaked into Ohuan to buy the dragon egg.
Safurui’s archmage’s expression changed immediately: “It must be Duruchi’s spy!”
In an instant, the high elves’
expressions of hatred vanished.
Within minutes, several Hoss
magic swordsmen approached, wielding giant swords forged from
starmetal, ready to join Ji
Ma in capturing the spy.
At the same time, two giant eagles were
allocated to them as mounts.
The capture process was very smooth.
Three days later,
they caught the pale-faced elf in the dragon lair in the mountains.
The capture process was extremely easy,
as he had just finished singing,
having been awake for three days straight, unable to even
stand, the Hoss magic swordsmen dragged him into a small dark room.
Before the leading Hoss magic swordsman could interrogate him, Ji Ma stepped forward, landing a
punch that made him see stars; she scolded: “Die!
Crooked merchant!”
