Chapter 117 Chapter 116 Who is the Hunter and Who is the Prey
To maintain the enchanting image of a succubus and to express her surprise, Jima raised her small face proudly and said to the old maid:
“Please inform the great benefactor of this matter. I have said it before, the hero George will not give up on me.” Jima said, “His analysis sounds very reasonable, but it is of no use.”
The old maid gave her a glare and touched the ruler with her gloved hand as a warning.
“Whatever.” Jima replied, “Don’t think you can scare me.”
“Just wait.” the old maid retorted.
In a few days, I will kill your entire family and make sure there are no survivors.
Jima thought to herself.
The old maid turned her hooked nose toward the Mediterranean mage:
“Could you please repeat that? To completely eliminate the contract within her, it must be replaced with a new one?”
“Yes, that’s right.” The Mediterranean mage said while placing the used glass bottles into a box, “At that time, even if his will is strong, it won’t matter.”
A smile appeared on the old maid’s face as she said to Jima:
“If that lapdog of the Holy Hall dares to come out, he will die painfully. He is all alone and not very strong.”
Stupid. On the surface, my strength, combined with two gold-ranked, far surpasses your two gold-ranked weaklings in Shalin City. After all, I am not an ordinary bronze, and a dead virgin is not an ordinary gold.
Jima’s tail slightly lifted, but she remained silent.
“However, it’s good for young girls to dream a little.” The old maid said, “With hope in your heart, hold on for the next short thirteen days, hehe.”
Jima was already prepared to face various forms of training.
Isn’t it just learning service techniques? I’ve seen the world; I won’t lose a piece of meat over it.
She thought to herself, but did not expect that her first test would not be as simple as she imagined.
Jima was first taken by a few old maids to weigh herself, measure her height, and take her measurements.
“How plain,” the old maid evaluated without hesitation, “As the saying goes, a big one covers a hundred flaws; your small buttocks are quite perky.”
I actually wish those two guys in front were a little flatter.
Jima was not at all bothered and paid it no mind.
However, this rare calm was shattered during lunch. She was assigned to a small room in the manor to eat, ostensibly to avoid disturbing the great benefactor’s granddaughter, which was no big deal.
The problem arose with the food on the dining table.
On a delicate silver plate lay a piece of fish smaller than Jima’s palm, a few olives, and a piece of white bread the size of her palm, spread with a layer of sauce. The amount was so small that just one look made her feel hungry.
“Is that all?”
Jima did not move her knife and fork and said to the old maid beside her.
“This is a nutritious meal tailored by the nutritionist based on your age, weight, and body type.” The old maid said, “You must strictly limit your weight; you cannot gain weight.”
“But I’m still a child, in a growth phase.” Jima instinctively retorted, but saw the old maid’s indifferent expression.
At that moment, she realized that the other party was not George and would not care about her feelings.
Although Jima didn’t need to worry for now that the events from her story would happen to her, the other party only cared about her appearance. If licking ants could make her beautiful, then the great benefactor would order her to lick clean all the anthills in the suburbs.
After figuring this out, Jima began to approach the situation from the standpoint of her appearance’s value and said:
“With this, my chest will never grow.”
“You eat too much, and you’ll just gain fat.”
“Absolutely not.” Jima rebutted, “I’m a succubus; do you see any fat on me right now?”
“What you’re eating right now is just right; it’s a recognized portion that maintains a good figure.” The old maid ignored her, “The young lady sometimes eats even less than you.”
“That’s a group of weak women who stay home all day; if they exercised a little, they’d have pale faces. They choose to diet to maintain a slim figure.” Jima said, “Eating less without exercising until their legs are as thin as a stick, who would like that?”
“Extend your hand.”
“Ah? Why?”
“Your mouth is quite clever, as expected of a succubus.” The old maid said, “You cannot speak too much before meals unless your master speaks; you must remain silent and cannot chatter like an old woman. Also, what you said earlier disrespecting the great benefactor has not yet been counted.”
Jima gritted her teeth and extended her little hand.
“Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!”
Four strikes in total, leaving Jima’s tail twitching painfully.
Now, she was much more silent. She began to eat quietly, but even eating could not be done with peace of mind; although the old maid’s eyes were half-blurry, she was watching carefully, correcting Jima’s various improper habits with a ruler in hand to avoid displeasing her future master.
Jima picked up the bread and took a big bite. The ruler pressed against her cheek, and a stern female voice rang out:
“That bite is too big; are you a lazy child who hasn’t eaten for three days at the port? Eat less; you can only take half of that bite. Next time, if you make the same mistake, you’ll get hit.”
Damn!
Jima felt indignant and, suppressing her hunger, began to eat the white bread in small bites, followed by small sips of the light wine.
Even though she was being careful, the ruler came faster than she had expected and struck her bent back, causing a stinging pain.
Jima’s head shot up; she hated it when someone slapped her back. When she was young, her parents would always slap her back hard, telling her to sit up straight, but it really hurt and was terribly annoying.
“Your posture is wrong. When eating food from a plate far away, your head cannot lean forward; are you a pig?” The old maid’s tone was harsh, “Sit up straight, lean forward, extend your hand, yes, just like that. If you act like a pig again, I will hit your back.”
The entire lunch was excruciating. That tiny amount of food took a full twenty minutes to finish.
Even though the old maid was impolite and had nothing good to say, in the end, as she watched Jima slowly chew, she couldn’t help but nod and say:
“The great benefactor indeed has an eye for talent; just a little teaching, and she resembles a princess.”
For some reason, Jima thought of a phrase—Yangzhou Thin Horse.
After finishing lunch, Jima was blindfolded, held by the hand, and led to a carriage. She felt as if she were back on a small boat. As they twisted and turned in the dark, Jima had time to ponder other things.
There had been too much going on today, preventing her from carefully examining her newfound abilities. Earlier, she had been anxious and only skimmed through her new powers; now she had time and energy to analyze them in detail.
Jima silently chanted a phrase, and a simple personal information panel appeared in the darkness. She directly checked the column for extraordinary abilities.
Under the word “Nightmare,” she found two new abilities.
“Illusion Dream: You can immediately pull the other party’s mind into a dream, causing them to fall into a semi-conscious state. They will only escape the dream if they become aware they are dreaming or are harmed.”
It sounded very much like hypnosis, but it seemed this ability allowed her to distort dreams and deceive enemies even during the day. Furthermore, the other party would not even be aware that they were dreaming.
In an instant, Jima had numerous ideas. For example, when someone rushed towards her, she could use Illusion Dream to make them believe the river beside them was a flat bridge, causing them to run onto the bridge and end up stepping into the river in reality.
She had already thought of her flashy lines.
“How can you be sure you aren’t dreaming?”
“Dream Jump: You can now jump out of someone’s dream and return to reality.”
Jima had previously glanced at this ability and immediately found it appealing. If this ability meant what it said, then escaping would be incredibly simple; all she would need to do is find any dream to flee.
This was also why Jima could tease the great benefactor. As long as she could fall asleep, she could escape.
However, Jima did not intend to run.
She wanted the great benefactor dead. Only with his death, after chaos ensues in Shalin City, would there be no one to effectively organize an excavation team to dig up her treasury.
Jima would then have the chance to secretly transfer all her hard-earned money through a hidden passage.
She couldn’t help but think about how the three remaining demon kings in the demon realm, in their foolishness, were faring in their search for her demon king crown fragments.
Jima recalled the arrangements she made before her death.
She had merely hidden clues about the locations of over a hundred contradictory fragments of the demon king’s crown in various seemingly secret places throughout the demon king palace. All potential hiding spots were in the territories of various demon kings, enough for them to spill blood over.
Not only that, but in front of her thirty-two lovers, she pretended to be drunk and let slip thirty-two different versions of the clues regarding the demon king crown fragments.
Shalin City is far from the demon realm and is not the only city seeking the demon king’s treasury. In a short time, the demon kings must have been too busy panicking to pay attention to this place.
But if the great benefactor hears about the treasury through the demon tribe’s intelligence network, it will definitely attract the attention of the demon kings.
To secure her inheritance, she must act quickly and kill the great benefactor’s entire family.
After being captured by the great benefactor, Jima instead saw a golden opportunity amid the catastrophe—if the threat of succubi to order was as significant as recorded by the Holy Hall.
She thought as she also checked the details of her extraordinary abilities:
“Manipulate Desire: You possess a stronger grasp over desires and can directly manipulate the desires that permeate the air without needing to absorb them first.”
She had tried this before; it could be used to enhance her extraordinary charm or to provoke others’ desires. If the desires were plentiful enough, could she not only influence the desires of a street but rather an entire district or even a city?
As a regular participant in the Rainbow Festival, Jima remembered that each year’s Shalin City Flower had a grand public performance. The goal was to capture the hearts of all men and even women present. This way, the person who purchased the Shalin City Flower would feel particularly proud.
If she excelled enough and there was no shortage of desire, this city would surely be enveloped by the clouds of desire she created. Coupled with the Shadow King Arkanis stirring the pot, killing the great benefactor and his entire family wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
After finishing her thoughts, she added a main task to her empty task list:
“Main Task: Kill the great benefactor’s entire family, protect the treasury, and reclaim my hard-earned money. Communicate with Shadow King Arkanis (if he is not dead) through dreams tonight, and on the day of the Rainbow Festival, perform to tempt desire, working in concert to create chaos.”
A faint smile crept onto Jima’s lips, revealing an undetectable smirk. The hunter and prey are one.
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There will be another update around ten o’clock tonight.
