Chapter 6: The Daughter of the Demoness
Ma Zheng complained about the slow pace of the carriage, saying it couldn’t compare to a steam train, and even the steam train couldn’t match the efficiency of a regular transport cart.
George, on the other hand, pondered something, revealing a paternal expression. He wondered what had become of their offspring back on Earth.
“Offspring?” Jima asked. “Do we have children? Is it yours and Jenna’s?”
“No, it’s ours,” George said, holding Jima close. “You’ve even forgotten them.”
“Reminder? On Earth?”
Jima touched her abdomen. “I remember meeting your mother; you said you were carrying my child.”
George sighed deeply, lamenting the fate of their child, as if it were a burden on both him and Jima.
“Oh, her?” Jima said. “She’s a girl, I remember. I left her in the belly of some witch to be my surrogate. She was probably my first chosen one, I don’t remember. You still miss her? Should I make a wish now? I haven’t used a wish from the Demon King’s crown yet.”
“Will it attract the attention of the Four Gods to Terra?” George asked.
“Maybe,” Jima replied. “After all, that crown is filled with mysterious powers in itself.”
“Then I just hope she grows up healthy and strong in Terra.”
“Uh, it seems we are indeed ruthless towards our daughter. I left your tool when she was born for the welfare of all beings, and you didn’t leave anything for her nor return for her.”
When Jima spoke about her daughter, she did so without emotion, as if discussing someone completely unrelated to her. George shook his head, thinking how great it would be if Jima had a bit more kindness and compassion towards children.
“You look so troubled,” he said. “Are you angry at me?”
“You’re right; we are. But I can’t help it. Just give me some time to digest this.”
As they strained to look at each other, Jima suddenly lifted her coarse skirt, revealing her beautifully generous body, her shapely thighs tightly encased in white stockings, contrasting sharply with the rough linen skirt she used for disguise. She laughed and said, “Then let’s have another one. As long as you can use your hands, there’s a chance. Give it a try.”
George tried.
At the same time they dismounted, Jima activated a tranquil hidden barrier, and the figures of the two disappeared from the roadside.
Two innocent horses were left standing by the road, looking around anxiously, while occasionally someone would disappear into a hole, leaving behind the coarse linen cloak and skirt like discarded trash, revealing Jima’s exquisite and generous figure. George’s hands were stroking her long horns, overwhelmed with unrequited affection.
After a while, Jima could take it no longer. Scratching the tree trunk with her claws, she left deep marks as she gasped for breath. “Your appetite is just too much. He has such strong desires in that aspect but lacks the ability to handle it. If this continues, I might really faint and lay eggs.”
Slapping at her chaotic mind, she thought for a moment. “Frostleaf, help me.”
She began to call for Frostleaf and communicated with her through her breaths, explaining that it was for this reason.
Meanwhile, on the Osuan Islands, it was evening. Eve Frostleaf was navigating a court banquet with ease, as she was highly respected for her performance in the Apocalypse War. Moreover, with her outstanding appearance, she attracted many admirers. She gracefully turned down several invitations from emotionless princes with just a glance.
After her routine speech on stage, Eve’s expression slightly changed as she excused herself, claiming she felt a bit unwell, and with her high heels, she stepped out through the door in a swift motion.
…
“I don’t have a son like you.”
Years later, while sitting on her bed in a daze, Lin Feng often recalled her father’s enraged face when she was expelled from the Meng family.
Ever since the Demon King Jima and the hero George returned to their world, humanity had initiated a counterattack against the witches.
As magic faded, various mysterious forces slowly diminished. When the cat-witch wave concluded, the descendants referred to this as the end of the age of mystery. The entire world returned to the mundane and the boring.
However, Lin Feng felt that the mysterious forces hadn’t entirely dissipated. She was a living example, possessing dark skin and golden hair, her appearance still reminiscent of a child, looking like a middle school student, yet with elongated adult legs. Only mysterious powers could create such a miracle.
This was both a blessing and a curse.
Lin Feng could never revert back. The moment the Demon King Jima returned to her world, she lost the ability to change back or even to appear to have changed back.
Not being able to bear her original face meant the riches of that past era were no longer hers. She panicked, seeking the means to transform into a woman, which wasn’t the issue. But if she lost her original wealth, she couldn’t even bear to think about it.
She sought her father, hoping for his help. As expected, he suddenly and unhesitatingly disavowed her as his daughter. She felt foolish; having learned as a child that her words were of no use, she still sought assistance from this man. Her biological mother, who had once been a beauty pageant winner, married her father and bore her. Her father established the Meng family and later retrieved her, while her mother took a sum of money and disappeared.
Lin Feng’s thoughts had scattered since childhood. She felt that her biological mother had never loved her, nor did her biological father. As she grew up, she investigated, and dug up the truth that aligned with her childhood feelings. Therefore, accepting herself was merely because she found out she was his only son.
His divorces and remarriages were due to his mother-in-law’s inability to further support his husband’s career.
As for her biological mother, she probably didn’t want any burdens obstructing her from other rich men. Lin Feng had found out that her mother had been to the Meng family several times in her early years. She recalled her mother often leaving her at home during her childhood while she went out to play, sometimes not returning for a month.
Ironically, she understood that her father, who had a son late in life, had a sharp intuition and was well-informed. He certainly knew that the Demon King Jima had disappeared and that the world would face a wave of counterattacks.
During these times, how could he possibly offer even a shred of help to a witch who had once been his son? Just as Lin Feng thought, Lin Jianye drove her away without providing any assistance, even declaring that Lin Jianye was dead and canceling her household registration. If it weren’t for Lin Feng’s preparations and having saved a little money, she wouldn’t be able to survive in Hong Kong now.
She greatly missed her lavish past life, having a private driver and many female companions. She remembered the TV playing games in front of the panoramic windows of a luxury hotel, with the Oriental Pearl Tower visible outside.
When she met Lin Feng, the female companions were stunned, worried about repaying debts, fearing something had gone wrong.
What could that time mean to her? There was no one to disturb her; everything seemed as if nothing had happened.
But now…
She lived in an empty house surrounded by minimal furniture, having sold off any extras to survive. Originally, she had many investment properties, all under the name Lin Feng (male), which led to her being cast out.
Fortunately, “he” had only given her these remnants of the properties. Lin Feng looked at the old phone in her hand, which described a hair-dyeing agent meant to dye her hair black to avoid being noticed; she cursed her predicament.
She couldn’t afford it and regretted not keeping more of the properties.
“Click.”
The security door opened.
Lin Feng’s face immediately sank further.
A sweet-sounding female voice came from outside. “Mommy, Mommy, I’m back.”
After a moment, a tender yet slightly womanly face peeked from behind the door, showing a naive smile at Lin Feng.
“Don’t call me Mommy! I’ve told you before!” Lin Feng couldn’t control her emotions and didn’t want to hold back. “Your mom is the great demoness, just like your dad.”
The little girl lowered her head. “Mommy…”
“Lin Ni, you better disappear from my sight right now! I don’t want to see your face, which is almost identical to your mom’s! Hurry!”
Lin Ni’s figure vanished behind the door.
Lin Feng was furious, her white hair standing on end.
If it weren’t for that woman, that genuine demon who rendered humanity helpless, forcing even the strongest nations to worship her and win her favor… If it weren’t for her, she wouldn’t have ended up like this.
Not only was she trapped in this body and unable to revert back, losing her wealth, but she was also left with a burden, carrying and giving birth to her daughter.
No one had asked if she agreed. Initially, she thought that being around a demoness mother and doing some hard work would be worth it, considering the tremendous power, and that her daughter would be the future human princess who might share some fortune with her. Instead, the demoness mother took off, leaving everyone running!
The more Lin Feng thought about it, the angrier she became, and the angrier she got, the hungrier she felt, making her stomach growl louder.
Finally, she decided to eat some instant noodles.
Just as she stood up, she heard a ding from the kitchen and went out to investigate.
Lin Ni was wearing asbestos gloves, holding a tray filled with soft omelets, cheerfully saying, “Mom—”
Lin Feng glared back.
“Your stomach must be really hungry now,” Lin Ni smiled, her bright face showing no shadows. “You love omelets the most.”
The omelets were golden and fragrant, and Lin Feng couldn’t resist picking one up, blowing on it, and biting into it. The outside was crispy, while the inside was soft and sweet like egg custard.
As the delightful taste filled her, her simmering anger began to fade. Little Lin Ni tiptoed to place the tray on the kitchen table, then stood on her toes, opened her arms towards Lin Feng, showing her toothy grin as she was losing baby teeth.
Lin Feng subconsciously hugged Lin Ni, her embrace was warm, warmer than the omelets.
“Alright, stop frowning. You’ll get crow’s feet soon.”
Lin Feng released Lin Ni, seeing her smile grow even brighter as she munched on the omelet. Lin Feng, puzzled, asked, “Why are you always so happy?”
“My classmates treat me really well, and the teachers make me laugh every day.” Lin Ni smiled like a blooming flower. “And Mommy seems to be happy too, so I’m happy.”
Lin Feng instantly scowled. “Don’t call me Mommy.”
Lin Ni glanced at her child’s watch on her wrist, exclaiming, “Oh no, the Puppy Special Forces is about to air!”
With that, she dashed out of the kitchen to watch TV.
Here was a daughter of a demoness, who delighted in the pain of others.
Lin Feng thought: Is this all an act or a scam?
The demon mother could easily make others fall in love with her, gaining happiness from those who served her and enslaving them with that happiness. It was said that she had publicly executed her most cherished child, Andar, causing everyone to flee in fear, only to return later, believing that the demon mother was justified and hoping to receive her affection.
When she left, some woke to reality, but many others pleaded desperately for her return, living their lives in a void without the chance to regain such happiness.
The footage and photographs of the demon mother remained, including clips of the nuclear strike against her – she emerged, tattered, from the crater under the rising fireball, for a total of only five seconds. That five-second clip was viewed at least by hundreds of thousands of people continually, staving off their “dissonance.”
The state had attempted to stop and restrict the broadcasts but ultimately failed, leaving everyone free to watch.
Was she trying to imitate her mother, finding happiness in enslaving others? No, just thinking about it was enough to reject that idea.
As Lin Feng pondered, she couldn’t help but take another bite of the omelet.
So delicious.
When she finally snapped back to reality, she realized she had devoured all the omelets.
Feeling regretful, Lin Feng noted that Lin Ni hadn’t even had dinner yet, while she had polished off a whole tray of omelets, unable to cook anything herself.
Lin Feng made some instant noodles, serving them to Lin Ni, who was engrossed in “Puppy Special Forces.”
So delicious.
After finishing, she drank all the soup, leaving not a drop behind. Once the show ended, she even took her bowl to wash, putting it in the sterilizer.
