Chapter One Hundred Thirteen The Last Breakfast
Meow!!!
Lianxi cried out alone, scratching the door with her claws, her voice sorrowful until her throat was hoarse.
“Is this really a good idea?”
Since it was already promised, there was no choice but to do so, remembering the teachings of the deity.
Lianxi knocked on the door all night long, shouting until morning, and as the first light of dawn appeared, she still hoarsely called out for Jima.
She couldn’t dare to believe, nor did she want to, that Jima had abandoned her; she believed this was a mission,
that all along, she had been forsaken by the people of the hall.
The next day,
in the dream palace,
Jima had a good night’s sleep.
After last night’s revelry,
the troubles and fatigue of the past week
vanished without a trace.
The person in her arms stirred,
Jima felt a push against her chest,
she slowly opened her eyes,
and saw the saintly Jenna, her skin white and glowing faintly, still draped with a few pieces of white cloth—what Jima had worn, which had been caught in a brawl yesterday.
But why was she holding Jenna?
Is it morning?
Jenna gently pushed Jima away and got up, propping herself up with her elbows,
realizing they were lying on the carpet together.
“Don’t be in a hurry.” Jima blocked Jenna and gave her a kiss.
“But we have morning prayers—”
“It might be the last time.”
Jenna was quite self-disciplined,
and had maintained a certain distance from Jima. But now she was convinced, kissing Jima as a sort of good morning kiss.
The four of them got up,
and after washing up, they sat down for breakfast,
having agreed that, at least before breakfast, no one was allowed to mention fighting or the business of saving the world.
Having satisfied her desires, Jima appeared lazy, unlike the neatly dressed George. She wore only a loose short-sleeved shirt, hanging loosely on her,
barely hidden by a pair of mountains at the edge of the table.
In comparison, Frostleaf
was dressed similarly, clad in a convenient nightgown.
George asked, “What about Lianxi?”
“Who?”
“Your head maid.”
“Oh, Little Li.”
Jima said, “Last time, through your connections, I negotiated with the hall, and she was freed, but the safety in the city…”
“George,” Jenna interjected, “we agreed not to talk about those things.”
“I’ll pay attention.”
Aside from the apocalypse,
there wasn’t much to talk about among the four of them;
after all, in this spiritual world, even dog poop by the roadside was related to the end of the world,
because who knows, it might have been left there by that demon battle dog?
Fortunately, with Eve Frostleaf around, she accurately brought up several topics that got everyone talking.
“Last night, it really was nothing George could do about it,” Jima said. “I just lay there and changed.”
Jenna said, “Jima was really cute as a child,
if I had a daughter, I would hope she would be half as cute as Little Jima.”
Jima asked, “George, don’t you admit you have a tendency towards pedophilia?”
George replied, “By definition, pedophilia is an interest in all young opposite sexes. I don’t have that,
I only have feelings for your childhood form, so I’m not a pedophile.”
Eve Frostleaf asked,
“Jima, what’s it like to lead the army of the evil colors?”
“A bunch of perverts.”
Jima said as she finished the last piece of fruit: “From our relationship, I advise you not to walk the path of lust.”
“I—”
She said, shoving a spoonful of devil chili into her mouth, her ice-white cheeks showing a hint of redness, breaking out in fine sweat.
Jima’s mouth became slightly stiff.
“Okay, breakfast is over.” Jima, after finishing her meal, placed the chopsticks and fork on the porcelain white dishes.
The relaxed atmosphere that everyone had maintained shattered in an instant.
George had a serious expression, Jenna returned to her holy image, praying to the deity at any moment, as for Eve Frostleaf? She still wore that cold face, only changing her expression when she couldn’t help herself last night. She had told Jima that it was like wearing a mask for too long in childhood, making it hard to take it off when grown.
Eve Frostleaf asked, “Have you written your last words?”
Jenna said, “My family hasn’t been affected; they’re safe for now. I’ve already had someone deliver my last words to Marlin Fortress.”
George said, “I don’t think my family would want to receive my last words. If I die in battle, you all have the first claim to my inheritance.”
“Well, you don’t have much personal estate,” Jima remarked dismissively. “As for relatives? I don’t have any, I’m all alone, carefree.”
George suddenly said, “Jima, I’m sorry.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Your family is all in another world. If it weren’t for me, you would never be able to return.”
Jima recalled, realizing that to avoid the transformation master demon’s major magic, she had taken the disc away, resulting in its destruction. Basically, it had completely severed Jima’s path home.
“What about that?” Jima said. “Family means nothing to me—it’s just a phrase for me, a concept where you give them over ten thousand dollars a year. If you feel guilty, I just can’t accept it.”
George thought for a moment: “Okay. If we can survive to the end.”
The atmosphere grew heavier.
If they could survive,
escaping marriage would be the best choice.
But Jima realized that this time, running away was not an option. Too many reasons, like chains of war, locked her to the apocalypse, Adolf’s war; there was no way to break free.
Jima continued, “Then of course, that would be the best.”
After saying that, she looked at Jenna’s oval face, then glanced at the ovoid-faced Eve, and remembered the time they spent together, sincerely saying, “I’m really happy to have met you all.”
Jenna said, “Me too.”
Eve simply nodded.
Jima asked, “George, why are you still sulking and silent?”
If there were an option, a chosen one, to save the whole world, how would you choose?
Jima felt her scalp go soft; this moral choice had been debated to death. For someone like her, who enjoyed harvesting souls online, the answer came immediately: “Are there really many options?”
Only sacrifice or no sacrifice.
Since so many have died, who can’t die? Jima felt agitated, her speaking speed quickened, still in English: “More importantly, countless people worldwide would fall onto my shoulders, the world would end, almost certainly landing on some unlucky person’s head. If others are unwilling to die, I must die, so others must die.
“If it falls on me, then the world is done for, even if I die, all the people in the world accompanying me to their graves would still be quite pleasing.” She said as the fragments of the demon king’s crown floating above her head glimmered: “So, George, why are you suddenly asking such boring and unrealistic questions?
“When I come across this kind of question online, I immediately sell blue pills. Taking one seems to yield pretty good sales, often allowing others to make videos thanking me.”
Jenna could understand Chinese, but unfortunately, she didn’t understand English. She was a bit anxious, but that was all. She had already accepted Jima beside her, who had long horns and commanded the demon army, and felt her subtle position among the four.
George said, “I heard that to become the everlasting chosen one, one must experience trials of life and death.
Who told you that?
Jima thought for a moment: “It was the Demon Dragon Mama. After all, throughout history, only five positions have been chosen as the everlasting chosen one, and she happened to be part of one.”
Yes, she was right, wasn’t she?
Of course, she was correct.
Jima said, “It seems quite difficult to become one of the four chosen ones and become the everlasting chosen one. Of course, I have confidence in holding on, but Narco really hates me. Even if my Jima is angry, he only says that Narco would agree to the emergence of a new four chosen ones.
Let’s clarify that he hasn’t designated anyone, choosing instead to play ambiguous word games to avoid discussion.
If I become one of the four chosen ones, supporting me to become the new everlasting chosen one, I will definitely shove a bunch of magic into me to mutate into a monster, in which case I’d almost be as good as dead.
You can rest assured, I am not sacrificing myself to save the world.
Jima shrugged and smiled at George: “If there is someone else who is that unlucky one, just let me know. Regardless of whether he wants to or not, I will chop off his legs to prevent him from running away, and then throw him on the altar.
George nodded:
It wasn’t necessary.
If I hadn’t, if I became the everlasting chosen one with a complete demon king crown atop my head.
Jima said excitedly at this point: “Then my power and influence will be incredibly strong. Just think of why the everlasting chosen Marus looks like he’s going to chop the four gods; they still have to make him the grand marshal of the fire world.
Irreplaceable.
Let’s put it this way.
When the crown is intact, he can issue commands to the demon armies around the world, coordinating attacks. That’s one of its functions. To lead the four god armies, the everlasting chosen one is absolutely necessary.
Theoretically speaking, if I become the everlasting chosen one and possess the power of the everlasting chosen one, I can casually give orders to the demon armies worldwide to fight, which is almost equivalent to directly saving the world.
And if I have powerful human strength, that would be simply marvelous.
Jima stared at George, observing his expression.
Great, this orderly, benevolent man had accepted her. In front of George, she could say whatever she wanted.
She said, “Of course, that won’t happen because I won’t risk my life to become the everlasting chosen one. Only those, like Zhu Pingping, think I’m genuinely competing to be the everlasting god. What a grand killing feast; I laugh even when I talk about it.
I just want Marus to die.
George said, “I understand.
Good.” Jima switched to a universal language: “Sisters, I’m sorry for communicating with George in a foreign language again, but I worry my words might hurt our close sisterly relationship.
Let’s talk about military matters.
George said, “The emperor himself has withdrawn the infantry and is advancing towards Adolf with the cavalry; they will soon provide support, but Adolf’s situation is not optimistic.
You might run into the enemy army that destroyed Calon Fortress.
Jima said: The everlasting chosen one leads a particularly large army, the demon winds of the Rike territory are almost insufficient to maintain the demons’ bodies, and there’s the Klingelbeck territory in the west, where a minotaur chief named Copper Bull leads a whole bunch of beastmen.
Have you heard about the military support from the Knight Nation of Bartow?
Among the civilized realms, they are the only ones who responded.
I seem to have heard of it.
Jima said, “Does anyone want to eat something?
Jima paused and said:
This might be the last breakfast.
