Chapter Sixty-Six: A Dark End
After silently mourning for the loyal Taling for a second.
Ji Ma lifted her head and threw it towards Earth. After all, it was just a magical creature created, loyalty was just a setting.
“What a guy, let me see you, kid—hey, where is he?”
The illusion hanging in the air vanished.
Ji Ma waited for almost half an hour, quietly, nothing happened.
It seems that she underestimated that kid; he really could, to some extent, bypass the security system.
In that case, I should hurry up and leave.
Ji Ma turned and walked away. She couldn’t stand staying here for another minute, unable to bear the thought of helping George trap herself, leading her down into the abyss of femininity, without a chance to turn back.
As she walked, Ji Ma suddenly wanted to see the underage George; she couldn’t even remember what young George looked like.
Just a quick look, just a look.
Thinking this, Ji Ma turned back, searching for the direction of the hero team.
The interior of the Demon King’s palace was very large.
There were many paths, and the excellent planning ensured one wouldn’t get lost.
However, the main road was nearly choked with various detection magics.
George and his party had to choose the small road, climbing walls, breaking through, slowly advancing through the maze-like paths.
Of course, they didn’t know the security system was practically incapacitated. In fact, they could have walked on the main road, following the considerate signs, swaggering right up to the dormitory, and could even hear the sounds of the Demon King Ji Ma fighting.
“B8D.” George marked a hole: “Alright, let’s re-plan the route.”
Imo Frostleaf said, “We’re lost.”
Fully armed, with silver threads wrapping her calves under her skirt armor, she spoke to George coldly, lacking the tenderness that was once in her demeanor compared to the future.
George said, “Time is on our side. Miss Wen Leisha just told us that the Demon King is indulging in violating those girls.”
Imo Frostleaf didn’t respond, only letting out a faint snort, seemingly regarding the low intelligence of the monkeys.
But her work didn’t stop; the white wall became as soft as cake. She took three steps back, and George moved six steps forward, holding out his sword, gently breaking through the wall.
Imo Frostleaf drew her bow, and beside her, Jenna tightened her grip on her tower shield.
The hole opened up.
George immediately stepped forward to observe, then took a few steps in.
“Safe.”
Imo Frostleaf and Jenna followed in line.
The air was filled with a milky scent and a suspicious fragrance.
“I didn’t detect any spying magic.”
“What kind of place is this?”
Jenna uneasily said, “A execution ground?”
Several restraint devices were laid out in the room: ropes, straps, and the like that could easily suspend an adult, along with wooden barrels placed in front of the instruments.
They had no idea what these things were for.
But thank heavens, a maid was on the restraint device to show the three how it worked.
A large-breasted maid hung in the air, fully dressed in maid attire, her limbs pulled apart by ropes, a tube stuffed in her mouth, and wearing an eye mask. Two strange covers like octopus suckers were attached to her chest, wriggling, collecting a milky fluid that dripped down into the wooden bucket.
She occasionally shook her head, trying to break free, the bell on her neck jingling.
George frowned: “He treats people like livestock.”
There was a hint of anger in his voice.
Jenna watched and felt a pang in her chest, using the tower shield to protect herself, saying, “So disgusting.”
The device was also considerate, using indescribable methods to handle its waste products.
George speculated that this must be long-term use; a person probably had to suffer on it for at least a day.
Amidst disgust and anger, he secretly warned himself to be careful and give it his all; otherwise, they might end up like this.
Jenna stepped forward, saying, “Quick, release her.”
“Wait, first check for traps.”
Of course, there were none.
George carefully liberated the person from the restraint device.
“Pop! Pop!”
The feeding tube was pulled out.
The large-breasted maid trembled, removing her eye mask, and said, “So soon this time? Huh? Who are you?”
She saw George’s back.
Imo Frostleaf stood in the corner, her peripheral vision stealing glances at the “instruments” and restraint devices on the wall.
Jenna gently said, “Are you alright?”
“Wow, your skin seems to be glowing.” The large-breasted maid said, “Are you a new sister?”
“Can you put your clothes on first?”
“Oh.” The large-breasted maid lifted her wrinkled bodice and skillfully tied it up. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder maid outfit, “Is she an elf? She’s so beautiful. Where did the master snatch you from?”
Imo Frostleaf paid her no mind.
George turned his head, saying seriously:
“Hello, we are the squad dispatched by the Holy Hall to defeat the Demon King and rescue you. I am the current hero, George, she is the holy maiden, Jenna, and this is the high-ranking elf, Imo.”
This is the dark guiding elf Imo Frostleaf. Although her exterior is cold, she has a kind heart.
Imo Frostleaf finally turned her eyes, nodding slightly.
The large-breasted maid, confused, said, “Huh? What are you?”
George repeated himself.
Jenna couldn’t help but grab her hand, saying, “Don’t worry, someone has come to save you.”
“Save, save us.”
“Yes.” Jenna said urgently, “We’re prepared to eliminate the Demon King and purify evil. You won’t have to suffer from his violations anymore, please take us to the Demon King’s dormitory.”
The large-breasted maid slapped Jenna’s hand away, sneering, “Heh, what kind of trick is this?”
“What? I just want to save you.”
“Stop pretending.” The large-breasted maid said, “Last time and the time before that, a group of people said they were heroes, the salvation army, here to save us, and even had us guide them. Thinking back, it’s truly stupid; if they could kill their way to the Demon King’s palace, how could they possibly get lost?”
The lost Jenna actually apologized, saying, “I, I’m sorry.”
“What’s this magic? What’s this illusion?” The large-breasted maid said. “Is it that the magic isn’t enough? Last time there were still dozens of people in the palace.”
George said, “You can trust me, I swear before the divine emblem and the God of Dawn that everything I say is the truth.”
George’s candidness carried an astonishing credibility.
The large-breasted maid looked confused for a moment, but suddenly, as if triggered by some unechoed memory, she shook her head, saying, “No, no, this is all fake. There are no heroes, no knights, and certainly no heroes, it’s all fake.”
George looked at the maid with pity.
That detestable Demon King Ji Ma, who knew how long he had tormented her to make her become this way.
George removed his helmet, revealing his handsome face, and said, “You can trust me; just believe in hope once.”
Ji Ma, through a complex spyglass, peeped at everything.
“What a young kid.”
Ji Ma leaned intently against the spyglass, carefully studying George’s face: “Tsk, tsk, so young and filled with righteous anger. Looking like this, I really want to give you a kick.”
As she spoke, Ji Ma cracked a sunflower seed.
In the milking room.
The large-breasted maid lowered her eyes and said, “Okay, I’ll trust you once.”
“Great.” Jenna said, “Innocent women are waiting to be saved, stand behind me, it’s the safest.”
“Alright.”
The large-breasted maid said, “Walk from here outward, we’ll reach the inner palace in no time.”
They stepped on the stairs, slowly moving up, passing through a hidden door. The large-breasted maid was familiar with the path, her eyes peering through her ample chest, looking at the carpet, her expression complicated.
No one noticed.
Someone was carefully trailing behind, using their knowledge of the terrain, making no sound at all.
They walked outside, passing by a section of palace wall, and Ji Ma’s head popped out from behind it.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, the cold Frostleaf looks quite appealing. Indeed, when she hasn’t fallen yet, she’s always the cutest.” Ji Ma squinted, “Wait, this path isn’t right.”
In front of the hidden door.
The large-breasted maid said, “Almost there, hurry up and go in.”
George took the lead, standing at the door, realizing it was just a little dark room with no windows, only a passage leading underground, and the walls looked impenetrable.
George stopped.
“Wait.”
Jenna asked, “What’s wrong?”
“It seems there’s a problem.” George turned his head but didn’t face the doorway: “Can I ask you a few questions?”
But the large-breasted maid’s hands were trembling: “It’s fake, it’s really fake.”
Her emotions were spiraling out of control.
Jenna observed and said, “George, enough. Your questioning will trigger her mental issues.”
“No, I must confirm; Jenna, you must keep her calm.”
Jenna turned her head to look at George, calmly saying, “For someone severely traumatized, what you’re doing could make her go mad.”
“Why aren’t you going inside?!”
The large-breasted maid suddenly yelled: “Come on, get into the trap, master, did I qualify this time? Yes, I didn’t run away and didn’t act as an insider.”
Saying this, the large-breasted maid suddenly pulled out a signal device from somewhere.
Jenna didn’t react in time.
George stepped forward without hesitation, delivering a punch to her chin, knocking her out.
Jenna came to her senses, feeling a wave of fear.
“George…” Jenna looked at the large-breasted maid slumped on the ground: “This is actually a trap.”
“What she said about taking us to the Demon King doesn’t necessarily mean she was betraying him.” George sighed, “She’s also pitiful.”
“How do you know?”
George’s voice was firm: “I can’t bear the consequences of mistakes.”
Not far away, Ji Ma was spying on them within her barrier.
“They look quite serious.”
“However, what if I cursed you a few times to change your fate? What would happen in the future?”
For some reason, she really wanted to see little George eat dirt.
Dong!
A bell rang distantly, six chimes.
Unknowingly, it was already six in the morning.
Ji Ma was startled, aware that if George and his group continued at this speed, she was afraid that by the time they reached the bedroom door, her past self would have already finished taking a bath.
No way around it, I’ll send the Buddha to the west.
Ji Ma sighed.
She quietly used lies to let a maid who was about to serve Demon King Ji Ma run into the hero squad.
For George and his friends, they happened upon each other just right; after inquiring about the direction and distance.
George hesitated for a moment, made a decision, and directly ambushed, disregarding the need to stealthily go around.
He explained, “If we go around any further, we might miss our chance.”
Jenna said, “I believe you, George.”
Even though it might lead to a desperate end.
The three pressed against the wall, charging directly toward the Demon King’s dormitory.
Ji Ma was on the floor above, her ear pressed against the floor, listening to the approaching footsteps.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
They finally arrived.
The footsteps suddenly stopped.
Very smoothly.
“So smooth, could it be an ambush?”
“Maybe, I feel like someone has been spying on us all the way.” George said.
“Rest and bless here.”
“What?” Jenna asked, “We’re at the doorstep of his bedroom.”
George said:
“It’s been too smooth; if it’s not a conspiracy, then the opponent is much weaker than we imagined. In any case, we have time to bless, hurry, Jenna.”
“Okay.”
Ji Ma’s expression changed upon hearing this.
Oh wow, they’re indeed at someone else’s doorstep.
Even if I’m not smart, I can sense this; this is not a game, there’s no chance to reflect before entering the DOS room.
Do I really want to harm myself like this?
Ji Ma gritted her teeth and set up a “Tranquil Hidden Barrier” on the second floor, enveloping the bedroom.
“George, you’re going to use sacrifice?”
To regress a level to gain a fleeting terrifying power.
“Don’t worry, I’ll level up again.”
“But—”
“There’s no but, Jenna, I can’t afford the consequences of failure.”
A little while later.
“Bang!”
It was the sound of a door kicked open.
Ji Ma closed her eyes, her ears tightly pressed against a small hole in the floor, listening to George’s youthful voice, spiritedly condemning and judging the Demon King.
“Demon King! Accept the punishment of justice.”
“Ah? What are you saying?”
The Demon King Ji Ma asked, “By the way, are you a virgin?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” Ji Ma said sincerely, “You’ve brought two virgins to me, filling in the talent gap in my harem.”
George shouted: “Die!”
Since it had come to this, might as well throw caution to the wind.
She raised her hand, using her medium—the poison of the world from last night—to unleash a powerful curse, forcefully injecting it into the body of the Demon King Ji Ma.
Accompanied by screams and the sound of a heavy body crashing down to the ground.
Ji Ma opened her eyes, recalling the memory of George killing her.
A sword pierced through her chest, falling to the ground in a pool of blood. The maids had come up, coldly looking at her, saying, “Finally dead.”
And all of this was planned and assisted by her own hands.
Ji Ma took a deep breath, sat up, leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and tightly grasped her long hair.
She seemed to hear a final sob of the male version of herself, something completely dying.
Her left eye burned, as if someone was embracing her from behind, the warm voice seeping into her ears, it was the voice of lust:
“Dear, I’ve taken all your feelings, they’re truly delicious.”
“Get lost.”
“What a great love.”
“I want to kill you.”
Below.
George endured the pain of regressing a level, staring in disbelief as the renowned Demon King just died like that.
Then an indescribable joy surged in his heart.
He couldn’t help but gasp, he had done it, made history.
The legendary Demon King Ji Ma had fallen to the ground just like that.
“Frostleaf, splash me with cold water.”
Imo Frostleaf did as instructed, then suddenly said, “It seems like someone’s up there.”
George barely calmed himself: “I think so too.”
He suddenly leaped up, punching through the ceiling and climbing to the second floor.
No one was there, it was completely empty.
“Is it an illusion?”
I did it.
George clenched his fist.
An unprecedented sense of pride surged in his heart; even Imo Frostleaf’s cold water felt warm.
Steam rose from George’s head.
