Chapter 64: A Gentleman Uses His Words, Not His Fists
“I knew it!”
If I wanted to convince Miss Shirley with mere words, my Persuasion Skill would need to be maxed out, and even then, it probably wouldn’t be enough!
But I had anticipated encountering Miss Shirley. When an unavoidable situation arises, the only option is to… escape!
Defeating her is out of the question entirely.
My victory lies in breaking through this barrier and successfully escaping!
“Xue Qing! Break through head-on!”
Xue Qing, already wielding two swords, assumed a defensive stance against Miss Shirley.
She immediately recognized Miss Shirley as an opponent of a different caliber.
At my command, Xue Qing charged at Miss Shirley, unleashing a Cross Slash with both her swords.
And I… turned 180 degrees and ran!
Break through head-on? How could that be possible!
If Miss Shirley stands in the way, even a hundred of me fleeing wouldn’t be able to cross her Death Line.
So, without hesitation, I decisively moved backward. If the back door is blocked, I’ll just return to the main entrance and escape.
The highest combat power in the Maid Squad, the Head Maid, is behind me. Maid Yan Yang, a combat maid, is already being held back by Xuan’er. The commotion must have already spread throughout the mansion.
Other maids are unlikely to stop me in this situation, so returning to the main entrance to escape is the correct choice!
These were all analyses made during Thought Acceleration, leading to the most correct conclusion.
As a mortal, I may not be the smartest, but with enough time to think, I can find the answer. I’ll compensate for my lack of intelligence with time.
Even facing Miss Shirley, Xue Qing would surely buy me enough time. She’s a genius when it comes to wielding swords.
But the result was unbelievable.
In just one exchange, Xue Qing was completely suppressed by the Head Maid. The blade of her combat dagger was chipped, and her other hand, clutching a short sword, had its wrist captured by the Head Maid.
Miss Shirley, still smiling, commented.
“I see. You’re quite excellent.”
Xue Qing tried to break free, but even with her skills, she was helpless and couldn’t escape.
She was like a carp in a fisherman’s net, or the Monkey King in Buddha’s palm… Was the difference really that huge!
Miss Shirley, unarmed, had completely subdued Xue Qing, who was attacking seriously with two swords…
Overwhelmingly strong!
“Hehehe, at this age, wielding weapons as if they were extensions of your limbs can indeed be called genius.”
“However, genius at six, prodigy at ten, and ordinary at fifteen. Your potential is top-tier, but ultimately, you’re just raw diamond. Without the polish of time, you’re only at this level.”
“Besides, Miss Xue Qing, you were only aiming for my clothes? Oh dear, it’s good that you didn’t intend to hurt me…
Did you think
there was still room for restraint?”
Chilling!
Just a smile could instinctively make one feel “there’s no hope left.”
This wasn’t just a mid-boss level; this was stronger than the Demon King! That made sense. Thinking about it carefully, Miss Shirley is the tutor of Lianbing. She educated Lianbing. Without Miss Shirley, there would be no Lianbing. This isn’t a mid-boss; she’s the teacher of the Demon King!
“Normally, I could practice with Miss Xue Qing. But today, I seem to have to deal with Young Master Jun Cheng first, hehe.”
Miss Shirley, holding a broom in one hand and Xue Qing in the other, slowly walked towards me. She wasn’t moving fast, and even if I were carrying an egg, I could still escape. But my feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to move.
“Young Master Jun Cheng, please stay in your room obediently today.”
“Is it only for today? I suspect once I go in, I’ll never come out. If I become a mindless stud horse only concerned with mating, Miss Shirley, do you think that version of me would still be human?”
“Young Miss desires it so.”
“I don’t believe Ruansui desires that… You know this as well.”
“We are Young Miss’s servants and will not interfere with any of our Master’s decisions. Of course, that applies to you too, Young Master Jun Cheng. If you are dissatisfied with your current life, please voice it, and we will fulfill all your needs.”
“So, it’s not that I’m dissatisfied with… wait.”
“Perhaps it’s because the maids’ uniforms in the mansion are too plain? How about adding cat ears? Or altering the length of the maid skirts? They can even be changed directly into swimsuits according to your preferences. Additionally, some maids in the Maid Squad are skilled in role-playing and can create custom outfits based on your requests. We can even have them made by skilled tailors.”
“Custom maid outfits? That’s… one in a million!”
He’s top-notch. Moreover, this proposal is a terrifying trap that could ensnare almost all men!
But… Xuan’er is more important!
Take her away from here!
Even if I have to give up this life of paradise, I must save Xuan’er!
“…I can accompany you too?”
“Ehhh?!”
Seduction? Miss Shirley herself?
That… that must be a dreamy scene.
Shirley accompanying me… I really, really want to see a shy Miss Shirley.
Conversely, I really want to throw myself into your embrace right now, but it’s impossible.
“…A preliminary statement, it’s not that Miss Shirley lacks charm.
But no.
You see, despite being an utterly ordinary mortal, you can
“Hehehe… Young Master Jun Cheng, you always manage to surprise me.”
fall into a trap of desire that countless geniuses cannot escape.”
A human declared irrecoverable by God herself… Speaking of which,
“Ah, maybe it’s because I’m stupid?”
Stupid? I was once
“Indeed, was the previous proposal a trap?”
A trap, but for you, Young Master Jun Cheng, the entire Maid Squad is ready to dedicate everything to you? Hehehe…
“… [Xue Qing! Come out!]”
“Oh my, then I truly will shed tears of regret.”
And I used my trump card.
As Miss Shirley walked up to me, I uttered these words.
She’s out!
Xue Qing, wearing only a sports bra, rallied and stood between me and Miss Shirley.
Xue Qing then miraculously broke free from Miss Shirley’s restraint.
Miss Shirley was left holding only an outer jacket, while Xue Qing, wearing just a sports bra,
Miss Shirley casually threw the broom in her hand. The broom landed precisely in the tool shed in the courtyard. She then lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her leg bracelets, and shook her hips. From under her skirt tumbled a pile of cold and hot weapons. With these weapons, I felt like I had nothing to fear.
From daggers to rocket launchers, all sorts of weapons were present.
Does Miss Shirley’s skirt connect to a four-dimensional space?
Some rubber bullets, which would only hurt when hitting.
“Don’t worry, these aren’t live rounds. They’re just”
“That’s still terrible!”
Weapons that look so terrifying, how powerful would they be? In the end, would she be a final boss-level maid? She had become a human weapon…
In the face of absolute power, strategy and skill became meaningless.
The power gap was like that between an ordinary Sun Wukong and a God of Destruction. It was no longer a difference that could be compensated for by other means.
“Young Master Jun Cheng, please reflect after being forcefully brought back to the mansion.”
…”Ah… Honestly, no matter how I look at it, it’s despair.”
“Since you already know.”
“However, this is the Spiritual World.”
A remark without beginning or end, without logic.
Miss Shirley couldn’t understand why I suddenly said something so.
The possibility of this world.
But I understood one fact from the previous events: knowing.
Why could Miss. Shirley pull weapons from under her skirt? It was inconceivable.
In essence, Miss Shirley in the Spiritual World should herself have no abilities, right?
Then how did she do it?
“In other words, now that I know this world is the Spiritual World, it’s no different from me having a Lucid Dream.”
“What are you trying to say? Are you stalling for time? This is meaningless.”
Stalling for time?
Far from it, I never do anything meaningless.
“When a person knows they are dreaming, they can control the dream and do whatever they want.”
I’ve read this before. The principle is the same. She obtained authority over this world from Ruansui.
Miss Shirley’s ability to do such unbelievable things is precisely because she uses a different kind of power.
And I have no authority… Although I have no authority, I can still use another power.
Destiny Power. She won’t be able to capture me alone.”
“Miss Shirley, it’s a pity, but you alone can’t capture me.”
“Hehehe, you’re quite jocular.”
“Joking or not, let’s find out.”
What I need to do is actually very simple. Move within the slowed time.
Just like weakening and slowing down Thought Acceleration, allowing me to act.
As long as I don’t overuse Destiny Power each time.
If overusing Destiny Power at once consumes lifespan, then control the output and reduce the flow of water.
If we use a faucet as an analogy, it’s like pressing the switch down a little,
So, what can a small amount of Destiny Power do?
Perhaps in reality, there are few things it can accomplish, but in this… I didn’t even have the thought to dodge…
Miss Shirley picked up an M416 and prepared to shoot me. Starting from the Magic Circle, my style was already decided: linguistic coercion, ventriloquism, these magical abilities are all activated through ‘language’. The new power called Destiny Power has been elevated to the level of causality.
‘Language’ is my weapon, and at this moment, I gained the
I pointed at the gun in Miss Shirley’s hand and issued a “declaration.”
“[It will explode.]”
And so, Miss Shirley’s gun exploded.
It wasn’t a coincidence, but an “inevitable” result.
“It’s just a slightly cheating ability. Please understand a little.”
Although directly calling it ‘bad luck’ might be more intuitive, it sounds better to give it a more sophisticated name… ‘Calamity from the Mouth.’
But as the Master of the Four Calamities, I must give this ability a name that reflects reality.
This is the first time I have consciously used Destiny Power, determining what will happen next.
At this moment, I may not fully understand what I have grasped.
This is my tenth step onto the path of Fate. “…Miss Shirley, you can’t catch me anymore.]”
“Heh, a gentleman uses his words, not his fists… So, [Miss Shirley,”
