Chapter Sixty-Five: The Insider
My three-person clan, you dispatched four legions?
The Dragon King Marsha, tall and mature
Over two meters high, dressed in a black gown
Tightly hugging her long legs
In a strange tone, she asks the Eternal Guardian Mapus.
Yes, are you curious?
But didn’t you say she was not a threat?
Mapus said:
I look down on her from the bottom of my heart
She is fundamentally a weakling, merely propping up the god
To deal with my puppets.
She does not dare to defy the Four Gods.
For forty-nine days, she came to see me
After such a long time, I didn’t even dare to meet her, much less approach
A fake crown fragment.
But you ordered—
Yes, the elite four legions.
Mapus said:
I assess her strength and nature
But I should slightly respect her status.
She is of the third class, despite being just
A shameless single soldier, the true double-role worth
is only a small corpse of an opponent.
Internally assessed, it is believed that at most
Two legions can subdue the army and
Destroy the Vanguard City.
But Mapus sent a full four.
Mapus’s tone was cheerful:
I understand, master, this is to give her a final bit of dignity, ah, it is said that she
Does not need dignity from me, just
To vigilantly guard against the enemy.
Of course, Mapus said:
The Holy Maiden of the Empire is one of the few
Adversaries worth noticing in this battle.
Ji Ma glanced at the wall without speaking; her delicate leather coat
Left directly.
The Dragon Palace was built on the mountain, the interior magnificently exquisite, with corridors carved with statues of various women. Half-naked, fully clothed, tall, short, male, female mages, female knights, goddesses, angels, etc., the statues stood or sat, their eyes made of carved gemstones.
In the hands of the statues were various toys.
A sense of familiarity surged from deep within her mind; Ji Ma admired these statues, looking at them one by one until she stopped in front of the fifth statue.
The statue Lan Qilian, dressed in Greek attire, seemed to be holding something with both hands.
Ji Ma reached out, lowered the left cheek of the statue, filled it with her calculated power, concealing the outcome, and strolled down the corridor to her destination.
Not far away in the garden, several beautiful maids hurriedly left, heads lowered and skirts lifted; Ji Ma admired their necks, a wave of nostalgia filling her heart.
This used to be her own palace, secretive and beautiful. In times of indulgence, it could be compared to unrestrained romance; when passion was needed, she could take to the hunt.
But through all this, you have forgotten how to distance yourself from yourself.
Sensing the familiar yet strange spirits in the air.
Ji Ma turned her head, her gaze fixed ahead, fearful of wavering once more.
Two maids dressed in low-cut outfits, adorned with bells, rushed towards her, one white-haired maid complained:
That guy, the master, wants to come again today.
The other blonde maid lamented:
Another round of ruin for him.
Looks like it was the day before I was murdered.
Ji Ma made way for the two maids, the sound of their bell jingling gradually fading away.
Entering the palace, she turned left, walked a few steps, and finally arrived at a storage room filled with jars and containers, from which dust had settled; one of the ceramic pots was labeled—this is the gemstone I used.
Ji Ma took a deep breath, placed the gemstone in a hole in the floor, opened the tunnel, and descended.
The tunnel felt increasingly familiar, leading her all the way to the end, to a secret room where a dragon egg was safely kept.
Silver scenery bloomed.
She remembered the feeling of George’s hand pulling her out of the egg.
Since that time, our fates have been intertwined; no one could separate us.
She thought, opening the panel, skillfully entering three passwords; of course, she didn’t remember the passwords, but the operating panel had Chinese prompts.
Unlocking the screen, tilting the egg, Ji Ma silently walked to the room’s door, unable to resist looking back at her own masterpiece.
Embarrassed, she forced a smile, her eye sockets brimming with tears, sparkling.
The feelings here were extremely complex. There was affection, restraint, bitterness; to toy with one’s own hands felt ominous.
She sensed the lustful gift within her begin to sprout under this complex emotion.
The lust must be very pleased.
The former blood god-level demon of the divine race had personally set up the trap to shape itself.
But thankfully, she could hold on.
She turned to leave, a snakeskin bag with the dragon egg in tow.
Now, she just wanted to quickly leave this place, return to the present, and lift her feet with force.
Back in the illusion, the time was still the same.
“Ah Ming, ah Ming,” and the calls of women, a coarse male voice sounded:
“Enough strength! Enough strength! Haha.”
“Run already! Haha.”
Laugh all you want, your good days are over.
Accompanying this was the sound of fabric tearing.
A damp, filthy language lingered in the air, with a hint of ambiguity.
Ji Ma couldn’t help but raise her brows; mostly, they were playing gambling games back then, and she had no abilities to make others like her, though she did resort to violence.
“Disgusting,” Ji Ma murmured. “I didn’t expect that I used to be so disgusting.”
Regarding how to return, Ji Ma was unsure, so she planned to hold a ritual to ask the time-space changer.
At this moment, laughter rang out, the laughter of women.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry.”
Ji Ma paused, listening attentively, memories from eighteen years ago surged to the forefront.
Oh, she remembered. It seemed that night she had smiled, laughing with the maids to comfort them; Ji Ma didn’t continue living, deciding to sleep well.
She lay in wait there, contemplating how to wash; lurking meant she lay in wait for a few hours. The Demon King Kijali had a complex and subtle female tribal governance that could detect outsiders. But unfortunately, these rules were entirely ineffective against Ji Ma.
Ji Ma sat in the kitchen, casually stealing a piece of cloth.
In the kitchen, two cooks dressed only in aprons were discussing.
“Have you heard? The master was put off tonight by Liang Rou, and may not come again.”
“The master still dotes on them.”
“What to do tonight?”
“Don’t know, he will likely pick two or three among us.”
“I really want to go home.”
“He can’t see through it; have you heard? Aya Xueya seems to have found a way back.”
“It must be a murder plot arranged by the master, I’ve seen enough of those sisters who run away; run and run, and now they’ve returned… accept fate, no one will save me.”
Ji Ma watched as they chatted and stirred the soup.
“Hey,” Ji Ma suddenly said, “the timing is off.”
“Hey? Who are you again?”
With tails pointing at her, the petite maids questioned.
“Are you one of us, holy maids? Hello, sister, you’re so beautiful.”
“Who I am is not important.”
Ji Ma’s tail swished and hung in the air, smiling at them: “But do you want to help me?”
The charm emanating from Ji Ma was moving.
They only thought about how they could use their meager strength to bring more smiles to Ji Ma’s face.
In unison: “Help.”
“Okay, I’ll add a little seasoning to this soup; it will taste delightful.”
Amidst the watchful eyes of the three cooking maids.
Ji Ma cooked healthily, boldly pouring several bottles of suspicious-looking potions into the soup.
Ji Ma tasted the dish and said, “The flavor may not be lawful, but it would surely taste great on white rice.”
Since everyone liked to eat, then the past self surely also liked to eat.
After preparing the meal, the stepmother maids were dizzy, covering the pot and serving it on the table.
The Demon King Kijali had a robust appetite; a few of them quickly devoured all the salted white rice served on the table.
Ji Ma watched as a circle of maids surrounded the table; at that moment, she transformed, her hands couldn’t compete, and she made fifteen people dizzy.
She prepared the remaining ones to stand by, readying various supplies, ensuring logistics.
Back in the sleeping palace, prepared to play all night.
The remaining fifteen maids moved like they were in a bloodbath, hugging and kissing each other.
This should be okay now.
Listening to their complaints, Ji Ma sat on a chair, brazenly stealing green shoots.
She realized she had wasted too much energy and strength on the maids’ bellies throughout the night. George! This king has repaired your wrongs!
Ji Ma thought, biting down hard on a green shoot.
She stood up, intending to walk but worried something might happen midway.
“Forget it,” Ji Ma said. “Since it’s hard to come back, staying a few more days is better than nothing.”
She initially wanted to reminisce with the maids, but she didn’t like the overwhelming scent they carried, so she let the maids tidy up the bowls she left behind.
Walking, she inexplicably found herself at the control center.
Since she was here, why not take a look?
Ji Ma’s thoughts flickered.
A figure appeared in the air.
“Who is it?”
The air before her revealed a blue gemstone-like figure.
“Didn’t recognize me?” Ji Ma used her linguistic power, cloaked in the skin of the Demon King Kijali: “I am your master.”
“Master?” The tower spirit leaned forward, carefully inspecting Ji Ma: “You don’t seem like it?”
At that moment, a gem behind the tower spirit emitted a red glow.
A 3D hologram of George’s squad appeared.
They were actually digging a hole in the wall; Yves Luye had her hands covering the wall, asking: “What’s this?”
George said: “Yes, this makes it convenient for our retreat.”
“Hmph,” the tower spirit said: “I am your master, I command you not to sound the alarm.”
The tower spirit, with her big eyes, gazed at Ji Ma: “Why?”
As one of the three, I knew, so I commanded: “You examine my soul and see if I am your master.”
The tower spirit’s red eyes gradually turned green, finally shaking her head: “You are the master.”
Good, let’s treat this as if nothing happened at all.
“Master?” The tower spirit reported: “It seems something is behind you…”
“What?” Ji Ma turned her head.
She quickly pounced on the gem floating in the air; the alarm signal blared, her hand struck the same red gem, firmly suspending the alarm.
But the curse power seeped into the tower spirit’s body; her beautiful feminine soul became rotten, the headscarf trembling: “You… are not him…”
Ji Ma personally extinguished the red gem, coldly saying: “Take your place.”
Under the tower spirit’s astonished gaze, Ji Ma placed her hand on the crystal ball, passing the soul verification.
That’s impossible.
Your duty is over.
Ji Ma said: “You have been removed.”
“No! You, you, who are you really?”
The tower spirit’s body began to become faded, her face pale; this loyal demon king’s main soul had turned into a pile of nothingness.
Ji Ma lowered her head: “I’m sorry.”
Damn it, this time there shouldn’t be any surprises.
