Chapter 3: The Third Chapter of the Plugin
After being “rescued” by George, Jima silently followed him out of the secret chamber.
There were no blood stains at the entrance of the secret chamber. The corridor in front of the chamber was remarkably clean, devoid of anything but dust.
In Jima’s imagination, the death warriors and George engaged in a fierce battle for a hundred rounds, leaving the entire tunnel filled with the remains of the slain death warriors.
The answer was obvious: betrayal. Even with a contract in place, if another demon lord or some powerful entity intervened at the moment of one’s death, the contract wouldn’t hold.
Although betrayal was the norm for demons.
But she was unwilling to accept it. She had clearly signed a soul contract with several demon lords, intending only to live her remaining days with her maids as a “homebody demon lord.”
Jima opened her mouth, wanting to ask George how he ended up here, but ultimately closed it again. A newly awakened succubus could never know such things.
As they walked out of the burned demon lord’s palace.
Jima and George each rode a horse along a winding path in the black wasteland. Not far away, the ruins of the black demon lord’s palace on the mountain receded further from them.
Time passed much more quickly than Jima had anticipated. According to George, it had been nearly half a year since he defeated the demon lord. This meant that the thirty green hats associated with Jima had gradually arrived.
“The demon lord was a depraved person,” George recalled, “I was understandably furious at his inherent evil, and at a great cost, I killed him with a single sword. After the battle, my power dropped a level, and people often asked me if I regretted it.”
“To be honest, sometimes I do regret it because the demon lord wasn’t as strong as I imagined.”
Jima, pretending to listen, silently clenched her small fists.
A smile appeared on George’s face as he cheerfully said, “But then I think, if I hadn’t given it my all from the start, and the demon lord sensed something was wrong and took the opportunity to escape, how many more women would he have harmed? I would regret that even more.”
Jima’s small face twitched; the desire for revenge in her chest rolled over. She forced a smile and gave him a good person card:
“Master… George is really a good person.”
George smiled and asked, “Jima, what are your plans for the future?”
Jima finally awaited George’s question. She planned to shape the image of a succubus who was striving to overcome her evil nature in George’s mind.
Jima “hesitated” and said, “Actually, George, I’ve had a strange impulse along the way. When I see your back, I want to stab you in the neck, and sometimes I want to trick you.” Especially when you boast about defeating me.
George sensed the truth in her words and nodded, saying, “That’s not your fault; it’s the evil in your blood tempting you. But the fact that you can honestly express it and trust me makes me feel gratified.”
Jima said, “I’m scared, I’m worried. Can you help me?” Be my weapon.
“Jima is actually a good person, with a basic sense of right and wrong,” George said. “Don’t worry, I will become your mentor in goodness and help you overcome your evil nature.”
“Once we return to the cathedral, I will persuade the bishops to give you a chance at redemption. I will take you to find a way to remove the slave contract.”
“Thank you.”
After saying that, Jima saw the “satisfaction of guiding a prostitute to reform” on George’s face, and she sneered internally.
As expected, the holy warriors relied too heavily on their ability to discern lies and were easily convinced by others.
George was too simple and too foolish. Using him as a tool was perfect; her path to revenge was bright ahead.
Just as Jima was feeling delighted, George unexpectedly pulled out a thick book and handed it to her. When Jima took it, she felt its weight; it was really heavy. Looking down, she realized it was the eighth edition of “The Cathedral Sermon.”
“Since there’s nothing to do along the way, Jima can just flip through it,” George smiled.
“Huh?”
“If Jima wants to overcome her evil nature,” George said, “this book is your compass on the path of goodness. When I was young, my father taught me this way. I had to memorize it every day, five pages a day, and for your first night, just memorize twenty pages.”
Jima opened “The Cathedral Sermon,” and the pages were filled with small, cramped text, making her head spin.
Twenty pages, harder than her senior year study!
“I… I… can’t read.”
“You lied, Jima,” George shook his head. “Though kids don’t usually like reading, today I’m going to teach you a lesson: ‘Promise means you must fulfill it.'”
At once, Jima felt like she was lifting a stone to smash her own foot.
“I… I will read it.” At worst, she would just do it half-heartedly.
“Mm.” George nodded in satisfaction. “Before you go to sleep tonight, I will supervise you carefully. If you don’t meet the standard, you’ll have to copy it eight times. But since you’re so small, let’s make it five times.”
Jima’s face darkened. She was now George’s slave; if he told her to copy books, she had no power to resist.
That night, in the withered wood forest.
The campfire blazed, and the former demon lord Jima was frantically copying the book on a stone slab. Her hand holding the pen turned red, and each word she wrote stung. Jima rubbed her fingers and looked at the page count; she had only copied ten pages.
She felt utterly defeated and turned her head, her big eyes reflected the campfire, looking pitifully at George.
George, who was polishing his sword, turned serious and said, “No, you can’t miss a single word. I’m going to check it carefully.”
Just wait until I regain my power; I will chop off your arms and head… Jima turned her head and continued to obediently copy the book.
After finally finishing, Jima felt like her right hand no longer belonged to her. To maintain her persona, she couldn’t afford to lose her temper, so she suppressed her anger and handed the copied sheets to George.
“Mm, very good,” George said as he checked, handing her another good person card. “Jima will certainly be a good person in the future.”
To think he’d just return the good person card like that! Dead virgin!… Jima’s eye twitched, rubbing her right fingers, which still throbbed with pain.
“You missed two pages and didn’t finish copying. Plus, many sections are missing several sentences,” George frowned. “Extend your hand; cutting corners is bad.”
Jima cursed inwardly. She obediently extended her hand, palm up.
George raised his palm. Jima braced herself for a slap but saw him merely cup her palm, gently squeezing her reddened index finger. A warm white glow emanated from his fingertips, dispersing the pain.
Jima paused slightly, withdrew her hand, and pinched it; it didn’t hurt anymore.
Forget it; I’ll just chop off his head later.
George smiled and said, “Because you cut corners, you’ll have to copy it from start to finish again.”
Just wait for the slow death, dead virgin!… Jima picked up the yellowed paper and continued to copy the book, feeling miserable.
An hour and a half later, Jima finally finished copying and lay on the canvas. George knelt by the campfire, meditating and keeping watch.
Before sleeping, Jima asked, “George, what if everyone in the cathedral wants to burn me?”
“They won’t.”
“I mean, what if?”
“I will keep my promise.”
Jima believed the other party was foolish enough to keep his promise and then felt at ease to close her eyes.
Sleepiness washed over Jima as she prepared to sleep.
At this moment, a line of text appeared on her retina.
“Personal system initialization complete.”
Jima felt a surge of energy and almost wanted to cry. The plugin was finally online, and her revenge plan was just around the corner, but after spending a day with George, she wanted to die.
“Data updated. Would you like to open the personal interface?”
Jima silently thought yes.
“Name: Jima”
“Faction: Neutral Evil.”
Attributes… (Jima skipped)
“Charming Aura: As a succubus, attracting the opposite sex is instinctive; your every move can stir the hearts of others.”
“Succubus Special Skill: You possess an astonishing talent for acting and lying. It’s easy for you to learn how to be a qualified green tea bitch.”
Who wants to seduce men? With a plugin, it’s impossible to seduce men in this lifetime.
Jima quickly looked at the extraordinary abilities, which were her main focus.
“Succubus Extraordinary Ability: Lock-On. Due to your lack of consuming the power of lust, you cannot activate your extraordinary abilities. It is recommended that you consume at least 5ML of heather-flavored liquid.”
“…..”
Jima’s expression grew complex, and she secretly glanced at the George who was kneeling by the campfire. His face was not bad, about one-tenth as handsome as before, but asking him for “heather-flavored liquid”…
The very thought of begging her enemy for “heather-flavored liquid” filled Jima with an overwhelming sense of humiliation.
But to regain her strength, she needed the resolve to endure it. After all, the legendary King Goujian of Yue had even consumed excrement from his enemy. Thinking this way, consuming a bit of that liquid didn’t seem so bad.
No, still not possible. She was a big man, after all.
Jima turned over, continuing to view her personal information, hoping to find a more “harmonious” solution.
“Racial Characteristics: As a purebred succubus, your source of food comes from lust. Therefore, heather-flavored liquid is the most common food.”
“Heather-flavored liquid is not the only food.”
Jima breathed a sigh of relief and kept reading.
“Apart from heather-flavored liquid, you can use extraordinary abilities such as ‘Indulgent Dream’ to harvest the lust of others to nourish yourself.” There was nothing more.
If she didn’t want to consume heather-flavored liquid, she needed to use extraordinary abilities, but unlocking extraordinary abilities required consuming heather-flavored liquid…
Jima’s face turned extremely ugly; she checked the system repeatedly, confirming she hadn’t missed anything. She struggled for a long time but couldn’t get past her own mental barrier. Finally, amidst her fatigue, she drifted into a deep sleep.
“It’s all the dead virgin heroes’ fault…” she murmured quietly before sinking into slumber.
