Chapter Fifty-Four
Jima said seriously, “Congratulations on reaching the Extraordinary Master. You’ve endured humiliation and borne the weight, getting captured three times, without abandoning or giving up, and ultimately winning the match.”
As soon as the words fell,
Behind Jima, a curtain displayed a stack of 700-layer Q’s dog head, which struck a crane fish rolling through the air, knocking it down and breaking its legs.
“Enduring humiliation and bearing the weight.”
Jenna pondered the unfamiliar phrase, feeling it was incredibly apt to describe the situation. Tears nearly fell from her eyes, but she was afraid of giving herself away.
For George, allowing the woman he loved to know he had faced the ultimate humiliation was the real ultimate insult.
Therefore, Jenna, understanding, held back her tears, but she ultimately was not like Jima, skilled in acting, and her tone carried a hint of choked emotion as she said, “George… congr… congratulations.”
“What exactly happened?” George asked. “Why are you about to cry?”
“N-no… it’s nothing. I’m truly happy for you.”
“Yes, yes,” Jima said. “Being an Extraordinary Master is really impressive. Jiye, don’t you think so?”
Yves Frostleaf nodded gently. “Mm.”
“I think I know what happened.”
Jenna immediately said, “No!”
George sighed, “It’s likely Jima spreading rumors and talking nonsense again. Let me explain—this is a video game, a popular form of entertainment on Earth, essentially the same as playing chess. Jima, bringing me the video to congratulate me is like congratulating me for placing in the top ten in chess.”
“This is different.”
Jima said, “The opponent is a crocodile and a spider, just like losing a piece of your brain and trying to play chess.”
“I’m sure Jima, you are spreading rumors about me behind my back.”
George said, “Jenna, Frostleaf, trust me, did Jima say anything before?”
George, let the past be the past. Jima walked up to him and patted his shoulder. “You and I both have dark pasts. Look at me now, mentally healthy, lively and lovely.”
George tapped her head and turned to Jenna, asking, “Jenna, you can trust me.”
Jenna, filled with sympathy, approached and hugged him, patted George’s back, and even kissed him. Frostleaf also stepped up and embraced him voluntarily.
In those cold green eyes, there was a mix of compassion and joy.
Seeing this made George feel uncomfortable; he turned his head and said sharply, “Jima!”
But the more she did this, the more Jenna felt George had suffered the ultimate humiliation; otherwise, why would he be so irritable?
Jenna said, “Jima is a good person, a good wife; she hasn’t done anything wrong.”
Jima nodded from the side. “Jenna is right!”
“Let me explain.” George said, noticing everyone had a look of deep sympathy, and sighed deeply, his gaze like a holy sword directed at Jima. Jima understood the meaning behind his gaze, implying that he would get her back today.
Jima wrapped her arms around Jenna’s waist, proudly raising her head, as if to say, “I’m not afraid of you, and, hey, I’m going to hug your wife right in front of you, hee hee.”
George now really wanted to hurry to the bed for a physical confrontation, using his superb horsemanship and lancing skills to teach Jima a lesson. It had only been a short time since he had that kind of relationship with Jima, and now she could turn things upside down on him.
However, no matter how impatient George was, he had to restrain himself. He said, “Now let’s talk about serious matters, related to ending the apocalypse.”
Jima let go of Jenna and said, “Do we need to use Earth’s specialties?”
“Yes.”
Jenna asked, “Specialties?”
George said, “Its power is so great that it has kept several major countries on Earth from daring to openly clash for almost a century.”
“You seem to have mentioned it before,” Jenna said. “You brought it with you?”
“Yes.” George said, “Let’s sit down and discuss it.”
The four of them sat around the round table. Jima sent away Lianxi, who came to serve, to avoid leaking information; she was too fragile.
Everyone became serious, and the sympathetic looks disappeared, making George feel relieved.
Jima brought a nuclear weapon from the Amurikkan arsenal, with a yield of three hundred thousand tons; explaining that number is complicated, but you just need to know that if it lands on the rooftop, the four of us would hardly survive. It is humanity’s most powerful weapon.
Jima nodded and said, “That’s right. At that time, to conquer Amurika and avoid turning a city of eight million into ruins, I lied to them that I could withstand a nuclear bomb without any issue. They believed it, and the strongest country in humanity was willing to accept me as queen.”
George wanted to point out that rather than saying you are a queen, it’s more accurate to say you are a parasite, but that was off-topic, so he didn’t bother.
“Now there are a few problems,” George said. “The weapons made by humanity have no magical power; they can shoot cement warheads at three times the speed of sound to shatter human bodies. But they can’t even penetrate Jima’s skin.
Let alone the Eternal Chosen Marus, who is not a divine artifact and can hardly be harmed by it. So we wanted to attempt to add some magic to the specialties.”
Jenna asked, “Can it really kill the Eternal Chosen directly?”
George shook his head, “Not necessarily, because the worlds are different; I don’t even know if it will work normally. However, I believe the risk is acceptable. If it detonates, even if it can’t kill the Eternal Chosen Marus, it can severely damage his army.”
“I don’t think it will necessarily kill Marus.” Jima said, “Even for me, even if humanity knows I can’t withstand a nuclear bomb, I’m not afraid of it. Avoiding death from a nuclear bomb is very simple: not being attacked, not being discovered, not being hit, and not being killed.
I can’t achieve ‘not being killed,’ but I can manage the first three. I believe the Eternal Chosen Marus has ways to evade the nuclear bomb’s lethality; there are many ways.
So I propose that if we do this, we have to do it right. It’s best to gather his army, so if the nuclear bomb explodes normally, we can wipe them all out at once.”
George pointed out the key issue: “Normal explosion.”
“Yes.” Jima said, turning her gaze towards the always silent Yves Frostleaf. “So, I hope to get Frostleaf’s help.”
“Help?”
Frostleaf asked, “What kind of help?”
“High elves control magic.” Jima said, “I want to leverage your connections to ask elven mages to add magic to the nuclear bomb and seek their wisdom to find a way to determine whether the bomb can explode.”
“Sure.” Yves Frostleaf said, “But you might not want to get your hopes too high.”
Because Yves Frostleaf didn’t want to see her parents.
George said, “Just in time, you could also meet your parents and let them know you’re safe.”
“No need.” Frostleaf said. “I already died on the cold altar.”
George advised, “Perhaps your father needs you.”
“I have no father.”
Jima just informed me that the Osuan guards are heading north to pull the Sword of Cain.” George said, “I have learned about the relevant legends; only in desperate times would your father choose this path. I believe your death news is one of his factors of despair, just like how the first elf king felt when he heard about his wife’s death.”
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