Chapter 53 Celebration
After finishing her bite, Jima used her fork to shove another piece of beef into her mouth, chewing as if nothing was amiss. Jenna was at a loss for words, her mouth opened without knowing what to say, looking as if she was on the verge of tears.
George looked deeply at Jima and felt the irony of fate. The person he was trying to protect didn’t understand him. His childhood friend understood, but didn’t empathize.
Only this former nemesis, innately evil and beyond redemption, empathized with him.
Beside them, Jenna lowered her head slightly and said, “I’m sorry.”
“But I, I’m not like this… I’m…”
Jenna was moving her hands, seemingly trying to construct her thoughts in the air.
“It’s okay,” George pressed down on Jenna’s hand. “I don’t mind.”
Jenna turned her head to look at him, softly repeating his name, “George…”
“Jima,” George said, “At least Jenna is speaking up for you.”
“Kid, you think I’m speaking up for you?” Jima raised her eyes and glanced at George. “Our matters are settled, there’s no need to debate who’s right or correct. Is it worth having such trivial matters discussed? Besides, I don’t need pity.”
Jenna’s eyes were blind.
George said, “She didn’t say it because she was lacking protection and got hurt. If you hadn’t betrayed us then…”
Jima said, “Sorry, Jenna, I was too harsh.”
The implication being that it was just a matter of tone.
Jenna nodded, “It’s also my fault, it doesn’t matter.”
Yet her mood was visibly low.
As a third party, Ifriya viewed this as a harem rivalry.
Jenna always envisioned herself in the role of the main wife, but her gentle nature made her no match for Jima.
Jima wasn’t into maintaining the harem or the intrigue.
The harem was George’s; if it needed maintaining, it was up to him. She just wanted to enjoy herself. After all, losing one person wasn’t a big deal, though it was still best to have more.
As they continued eating, Jenna complimented several times, saying Jima’s stinky tofu was very flavorful, even asking her for the recipe, and the atmosphere gradually eased.
After dinner was finished.
Jima took the opportunity to point to a bowl and said to George, “George, I cooked the food and bought the dishes, so you and Lianxi can wash up together, that’s fine, right?”
George replied, “Okay.”
Jenna also stood up and said, “I’ll join too.”
“Jenna, you’re blind, you should probably sit this one out.”
“Alright.”
As for Shuangye, the political animal, she keenly sensed the hidden meaning in Jima’s words. Silently, she sat still in her seat, her feet rubbing against Jima’s tail.
After Lianxi, who was looking flushed, and George pushed the cart with the dishes and left the dining room for the kitchen.
Jima showed a sorrowful expression, saying, “Actually, George stayed in another world for several years; he went through many things.”
Jenna asked, “What kind of things?”
“I… I didn’t want to say, he only just told me with great difficulty.”
Jima continued, “But between sisters, how can we hide secrets? That would lead to misunderstandings later; how awkward. Although I think this way, George told me to keep the secret.”
Although Shuangye didn’t say a word, her ears perked up. She knew that if Jima was saying this, she intended to reveal something.
Though Jenna felt a pang in her heart, she still said, “If you promised to keep it a secret, it’s best not to say anything.”
“That’s true, but Jenna, you know I’m cold-hearted and evil, I really don’t know how to comfort people.” Jima feigned a sigh. “Sigh, maybe I shouldn’t say anything.”
Jenna changed her tone, “If it’s for George’s sake, then you should say it, although encouraging others to break a promise is very unethical.”
“Good thing I didn’t make any promises.”
Jima said mysteriously, “Do you all know what the ultimate insult is?”
“The ultimate insult?”
“Yes, George faced the ultimate insult. When I escaped that day, I left a labyrinth spell in the space-time tunnel, misleading George and Litis to the wrong world — specifically, Litis’s world.”
“In that world, women hold the power, and men struggle to gain extraordinary abilities. It can be seen as a gender reversal.
As soon as George arrived in that world, he was injured and fainted. The captors grabbed him and sold him in an auction, and when he woke up, he naturally spoke out for justice, rescuing various slaves.
The city sent a group of women soldiers to suppress the rebellion.
George killed them all; the survivors cried out, calling him the Blood Dawn, and from then on, he became famous.
However, among the rescued slaves was a traitor who betrayed George, causing him to be recaptured after a fierce battle.
To tame him and punish him, Jima’s eyes shimmered with tears as her voice choked: that evil nemesis sent four gay men known as the Four Kings to torment and humiliate him.
Each one had a unique skill, and each had their own strengths.
To George, those four were more terrifying than hundreds of demon lords; they were far more frightening.
Jima spoke vividly, gesturing with her hands, lifting them up as if mimicking the act of smelling under an armpit: “Like this, one of them sniffed and said: ‘This smell is strong and powerful, strong and powerful…’”
Jenna bit her finger; although she couldn’t see, Jima’s tone was already perverse enough. “Oh, disgusting. George, he…”
He was tortured for three months. Jima sighed and choked, “What a tremendous psychological burden it must have been for someone so proud.”
Jenna looked at her with pity, feeling self-reproach. “I’m sorry; I didn’t know about this, I… How could I have been so harsh on George?”
He must never find out.
Jima said, “He feels dirty, so he… doesn’t know what to say.”
Jenna, beneath the black cloth covering her eyes, shed tears. “He… is really foolish; who would dislike him over something like this? Why is he so dumb? He really is a fool.”
Listening in, Ifri Shuangye began to feel something intensely, imagining her lover being humiliated, her legs squeezing together and slowly rubbing.
“Shuangye,” Jima suddenly asked, “What do you think?”
Ifri Shuangye appeared cold on the surface and said, “Act as if it didn’t happen.”
She believed that Jima likely made this up because the story was so sensational, which had the style of Jima’s tall tales, but she didn’t call her out on it.
In the gathering, only Jenna shed genuine tears, while Jima also pretended to weep.
Thus, I haven’t cared at all about George wanting to kill me; I owe him that. Jima said, “Today, how about we make George happy?”
Jenna nodded, “Mm.”
Shuangye agreed too.
Just in time, I have a recording that captures his entire journey to becoming a master of the extraordinary, which was very difficult.
Jima said, “When he returns, we can play it for him, and we can all say together, congratulations on becoming a master of Aeonia, how about that?”
“Aeonia is?”
A spiritually infused place.
Jenna didn’t think much and readily agreed.
Ifri Shuangye was also curious.
Jima immediately began preparing for the video presentation.
After George finished washing the dishes and strode into the dining room, he saw a screen on the wall, showing gameplay footage.
It showed a dog’s head being killed by a crocodile and a spider for the third time while trying to scale a tower.
Jima was on the side explaining, “George, unyielding, hid in the grass, sniffing the scent of the minions that had died; this will help him level up and become stronger. Oh, George’s here?”
“You, what are you watching?”
“Take a closer look; isn’t this a recording of your journey to becoming a master of Aeonia?”
It was indeed.
The three ladies stood up simultaneously, looking at him with Jenna’s face full of pity while Jima couldn’t suppress her wicked smile. They shouted in unison:
Congratulations to George for becoming a master of Aeonia!
Puh.
They also popped the tubes in their hands, spewing out colorful confetti.
On the screen, a beautifully decorated image appeared, showcasing George’s master rank badge from Aeonia.
George stood there dumbfounded, asking, “What… what’s going on?”
