Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Serious Harm to Physical and Mental Health
As Jima grasped the dream, she moved her hand, attempting to change Litith’s dream to let her dream about her origins.
But Litith’s dream was “too heavy” to control, and Jima’s hand “slipped,” causing her to lose her grip on Litith’s dream. In the blink of an eye, the surrounding environment changed, transforming into another dream.
A dream that Jima did not want to see.
The surroundings became an exotic palace. The white walls were adorned with paintings made of golden metal stripes, and large red magical stones floated atop the white spires.
Jima stood on a balcony, and the sound of neighing horses echoed from inside.
She instinctively sensed that something was off but couldn’t resist her curiosity and quietly peeked her head through the door frame to take a look inside.
A woman and a horse—Jima recognized the horse, all white, it was George’s horse that loved to report her.
Jima was struck with a powerful impact, quickly covering her eyes as nausea welled up, nearly making her vomit.
At that moment, a scream from Litith echoed.
Jima’s mind uncontrollably flashed back to the scene she just witnessed. Unable to bear it any longer, she turned and ran, shouting as she did, “Mother! More perverse than I am.”
But that voice wouldn’t let her go.
Jima immediately used her ability to distort dreams to forcefully halt the dream.
Such a rough alteration of the dream naturally awakened its owner, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding environment became blurry. The tall tower, white walls, and red magical stones vanished without a trace.
Now, Jima seemed to be engulfed in a thick fog. The tall Litith stood in front of her, surprisingly dressed in an outfit that exposed only her forearms and neck.
She smiled and said:
“Jima? Long time no see, I guess you’re the real deal, right?”
“No, you guessed wrong,” Jima said, reluctantly lowering her hands, “Actually, I am just a puppet conjured by your dream.”
Ignoring her, Litith looked around and asked, “This environment isn’t good, it’s certainly not a fitting place to receive guests, at the very least, there should be a high-backed chair.”
Jima snapped her fingers. In the blink of an eye, they “arrived” on the balcony of a benevolent master, two rocking chairs appeared behind them, and a table beside them held grapes, honey wine, and a coconut with a straw. From the balcony, they could overlook the entire Salin City.
“It’s a nice place,” Litith said as she reclined in the rocking chair, “So, bring in a benevolent master, and Arcanis. Chamberlain can be excluded, ugly. Bring in a couple of prettier men, and hmm, a war—”
“Stop!” Jima said, “Don’t fantasize about harming my physical and mental health.”
Litith’s excitement suddenly waned, and she said, “What do you want with me?”
“Nothing, I was just passing by,” Jima said. “By the way, where is your hometown? If I’m not mistaken, you’re not a dark elf.”
Litith looked at Jima with amusement in her red eyes and asked, “Would you believe me if I said I’m a high elf or a wood elf?”
“I saw your two dreams earlier, the female knight and the palace; neither the armor style nor the details of the palace I’ve ever seen,” Jima made a bold guess, “If I’m not wrong, you’re not from this world.”
“Hahahaha.” Litith laughed, saying, “Jima, I didn’t expect your imagination to be so rich, really. You could go write novels! I recently read a book called ‘The Chronicles of the Fallen Elven Queen,’ which was very imaginative. With your rich imagination, not writing a similar book would truly be a loss.”
“That book’s author is me.”
Litith’s smile faded as she looked at Jima in surprise, with a hint of admiration in her red eyes, saying, “I should have realized it, a white-haired one, a white-haired one. The opposite of white is black; your hair is black. Well then, what do you want with me, esteemed author?”
“I heard a rumor,” Jima said, “that the elven queen is disguised and travels around spreading love and blessings.”
“That’s me,” Litith said, “and I have to thank your book. So many people, after reading your book, became so foolish that they genuinely believe I am the elven queen. One by one, they come to serve me diligently; I haven’t had such a joyful journey in a long time.”
Poor elven queen. If the rumors affect her negatively, please find me first.
Jima shifted the conversation, “So, could you introduce me to your hometown?”
Litith’s smile vanished as she asked, “There’s a saying that cats always die from their curiosity.”
“I just died once a moment ago; luckily, I still have eight lives left,” Jima said, “I won’t harm you.”
“That’s hard to say.”
“So, I can take it that you admit you’re not a native of this world?”
“No, I’m just surprised by you,” Litith said. “As expected of the succubus that could write ‘The Chronicles of the Fallen Elven Queen.’”
Jima suddenly had a bold guess. Suppressing her expression, she put on a confident look, picked up the coconut, and took a strong sip, saying:
“I also know that your world is a matriarchal world where women are warriors and rulers.”
“How do you know…” Litith’s expression changed, but she quickly recovered and said, “Is it because I was in armor in my dream before? This world has plenty of female supers; there are more women keeping a bunch of husbands than four-legged dogs.”
Jima was already eighty percent confident; she crossed her fingers under her chin, looking at Litith as she lied:
“Because I have keen observation skills. When you first taught me bedroom skills, I noticed your limbs were strong, and your footsteps are different from ordinary people—they’re the mark of a warrior who has experienced life-and-death battles. I think you’ve made it this far and still enjoy chasing excitement; you must have some martial prowess to survive.”
Litith said, “Impressive, impressive.”
Of course, I’m just spouting nonsense.
“Of course, there’s also your lewdness, which makes you come off more like a flirtatious man than a loose woman,” Jima said. “Your behavior is like when a man suddenly arrives in a matriarchal world; as long as he dares to take off his pants, a swarm of women will rush at him.”
“Oh?” Litith said, “I guess that’s not the main reason, right?”
Of course, it is because I’m also guessing.
Jima said, “Indeed. Long before you realized it, I quietly entered your dream and saw your hometown; it was quite surprising.”
Litith grabbed her hair, saying, “Your dream-infiltration ability is really impressive. What do you want to know?”
She actually admitted it.
Jima’s heart stirred and said, “I want to know how you came to this world.”
“A tool, originally I thought it could transport people between worlds, but I thought someone was just boasting,” Litith said, “But I didn’t expect it to be real.”
Jima could never have imagined that the method she had desperately sought to return to her original world was right in front of her.
She couldn’t help but blurt out, “Where is that tool?”
“What’s it to you?” Litith crossed her arms and asked. “Are you from another world?”
“I’m just trying to survive,” Jima lied. “If I need to escape in the future, honestly, running to another world is the safest option.”
Going home, going home…
Jima’s heart was racing.
If she could return to modern society, that woman would be worse than dead, and my dad’s illness would be curable. Even if the timing of my return is not right, in a world without extraordinary powers, wouldn’t I be living the dream?
Just thinking of the possibility of returning to modern society for revenge, Jima could only rely on her talent for performing as a succubus to barely maintain a facade of calm.
“Escape?” Litith looked at Jima oddly, “Don’t you have George to protect you? I really envy you for having a beautiful man protecting you; you could end up in bed later.”
“You must promise not to talk to anyone about this. If it weren’t for my need to cooperate with you, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“I promise, go ahead.”
“We’ll fall out sooner or later,” Jima said. “He saved me and is good to me purely out of his integrity and kindness. In the future, if he discovers I’m a big bad guy, he will definitely stab his sword into my chest.”
“If you don’t do bad things and don’t fall out, I think he wouldn’t strike without reason, right?”
“A person cannot suppress their true nature.”
“Have you slept together?”
“No, I’m still a virgin.”
“Don’t lie. When I was in Salin City, I personally witnessed over a thousand maidens lose their virginity.” Litith said, “I can tell you’re no longer a virgin from your walking and sitting posture.”
“Is that so impressive?” Jima was taken aback, “You’re right, can you teach me sometime?”
“Not possible.”
“Why not?”
“Because I was just lying to you earlier.”
Jima:…
She didn’t expect that the master of deception would also be deceived by someone.
“Right, we have slept together.”
“Then what are you afraid of? Did you forget what I taught you? As long as you tie the man down in bed, whatever you think, he won’t go all out against you, right?” Litith said, “Want me to give you some extra lessons? You also know I come from a woman-respecting world; seeing a woman’s body makes me feel nauseous. As compensation, you can let Arcanis serve me.”
Jima shook her head and said, “George would definitely be the type to go all out.”
“You don’t understand men, nor do you understand love.”
“You don’t understand George.”
“Fine, who asked me to only have a few encounters with him,” Litith said, “About that tool that brought me to this world.”
“What happened to it?”
“I don’t know where I dropped it.” Litith said, “It’s not too hard to find if I want to, it’s just a hassle.”
“How could you lose something so important? Didn’t you think about going back?”
“Home? Don’t joke around,” Litith said, “My world isn’t as good as this one. When men get on, they also get money; I don’t want to go back.”
“Can you think of a way to find it?”
Litith said, “I can, but don’t hold out too much hope; even if I find it, crossing worlds is not an easy thing to do.”
“Having hope is better than having none.”
Litith extended her hand, “Reward?”
Jima said, “A little gratitude would be good, right? Don’t forget, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have such a lively sexual adventure, would you?”
“Thank you,” Litith said, “Reward?”
Finally, Jima and Litith talked for a long time and reached a long-term agreement. Jima had to pay Litith one hundred gold coins as a deposit.
Jima only had one hundred and fifty-three gold coins left; she originally didn’t want to pay, but thinking about how well her books were selling, she figured she would be a rich person in the future, so she gritted her teeth and agreed. She planned to send a dream to Mr. Dongdong, asking him to give one hundred gold coins to Litith from what she was owed.
After the deal was finalized.
Jima said, “I have another deal.”
“Go on.”
Jima said, “Bring me a goblin, a female one, alive.”
“I think it won’t be that simple.”
“Yes, she must be the queen of a goblin tribe,” Jima said. “Whether she claims it herself or other goblins refer to her as such, she must be a queen.”
“What a strange request.” Litith extended her hand, “Fine, gold coins.”
