Chapter 167 Chapter 168 Preparations Before War
Fortunately, Jima reacted quickly and securely caught the flying green hat.
George watched Jima warily, while Eve Frostleaves coldly lifted her eyes to look at Jima.
Thank goodness I reacted fast, or I would have been discovered by that scumbag George.
Jima tossed the green hat onto the table and said, “Huh~ Are you really so determined to wear the green hat? This must be what mortals call love.”
After saying this, she stared intently at Eve Frostleaves, still holding onto a bit of fantasy. Maybe Eve was just passing by.
Eve Frostleaves immediately retorted, “A devil actually cares about mortal love? Ridiculous! You must not know what camaraderie is.”
But Jima saw clearly; she noticed the frost on the elf’s face melted for a moment. She was sure Eve was just being a bit proud.
What the hell, how far have George and Eve Frostleaves gotten?
Jima counted in her mind the days since she had met George, adventured together, up until the time they shared the same bed, and came to a shocking conclusion.
Their relationship had probably developed to the extent of engaging in backdoor activities in the wild.
At that moment, George raised his suspicions: “What exactly are you plotting? Maybe I was misled by you from the very beginning, like you are not a devil at all…”
Cold sweat trickled down the back of Jima’s head.
George’s azure gaze was fixated on her, so oppressive. Jima’s mind raced, desperately searching her personal system for contingency plans, but she never anticipated such a situation.
Ah, ah, ah, I can’t continue acting; I’ve lowered the black devil’s aura.
I can’t, I can’t be exposed, or I might get my butt spanked to death on the spot.
At this moment, Jima felt like she was sitting on needles and began to regret wearing the black helmet that concealed her face, hindering her ability to showcase her acting skills.
George changed the subject: “… Or perhaps it’s to lower our guard.”
The imperial march abruptly came to a stop.
“Mortal, this ridiculous joke ends here.” Jima threw the green hat on the ground, where it ignited spontaneously, “You continue to squander your short lifespan aimlessly in the wilderness, and when you are completely desperate, you will beg to trade with me.”
Jima stood up, raised her hands, and the black cloak billowed, sending a gust of wind toward George and Eve Frostleaves.
The storm lifted the table into the air, and George and Eve bowed their heads, bracing against the wind.
The entire palace was shattering, thundering with sound; Greek columns collapsed, and the ground cracked into a long fissure, drowning out Mr. Dongdong’s desperate cries.
Jima’s black cloak flapped in the wind, her voice resonating throughout the palace: “Mortal, go back and continue your pathetic journey.”
With that, she vanished along with the entire crumbling palace.
“Ha!”
Eve Frostleaves suddenly woke up from her dream, sitting up and gasping for breath.
The oppressive force of the black devil in her dream echoed in her heart, and she couldn’t help but start worrying if the black devil would meddle, adding more danger to an already troublesome task.
On the other side, George sat up straight and said, “I think we avoided one of its traps.”
Eve Frostleaves said, “How terrifying, to anger an entity beyond this world; it’s irrational.”
“No, it is all bark and no bite.”
Eve Frostleaves turned to face him, her beautiful green eyes looking at George in disbelief.
Just days ago, George had been analyzing “power armor,” steel war chariots, and the Leviathan floating in the depths of the sky with pen and paper. He had come to a rational yet despairing conclusion: humans, overwhelmed by the swarm, wielded powers far beyond this world, yet they were still destroyed by the black devil.
Eve Frostleaves shook her head and said, “That’s not what you said last time.”
“Analyzing a problem requires focusing on the crux. One fact is that it was stabbed by my sword and was angered by us, yet it took no violent action in retaliation,” George said. “Either it cannot interfere too much in this world, or it’s merely a bluffing little devil.”
Eve Frostleaves thought about the doomsday black dragon known as the Wing of Death and the iron giant bird that descended from the sky, transformed, and blocked the colossal beast, only to be pushed aside like garbage in the end.
Could the city of high elves withstand such an onslaught for ten minutes?
She said, “There are many details; it cannot fabricate them.”
“That’s just nitpicking,” George said. “We don’t need to know how it does it; it might be from another world, and all this is just what it has witnessed. It is also possible it read novels from other worlds and fantasized about those contents. There are many possibilities, but we don’t need to prove anything.”
George paused and said, “We only need to know that it has not taken any substantive retaliatory action from beginning to end. Moreover, its style feels familiar to me.”
“What kind of feeling?”
“The feeling of getting spanked.”
“Ah?”
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On the other side, Jima placed the thin blanket covering her head down, revealing her expressionless face.
“Ah, how annoying!” She suddenly threw the blanket aside and rolled on the bed, “I intended to put on a show, but that scumbag George turned it back on me. How does that guy have such luck with women?”
Her mind flashed with the proud figure of Eve Frostleaves and her long legs. Anger made her tightly grasp the blanket in front of her, twisting it fiercely:
“That guy George must be living the life outside. With long legs licking every day and wild nights together, how is he enjoying himself more than I did in my past life?”
She felt jealous, wishing to dive into George’s dreams tonight, come to reality, cause a scene, and beat up the lovebirds.
The identity of a secret lover was a great angle; when the proud Eve Frostleaves learned she was merely the third party, in the literal sense, with two ahead of her, she would undoubtedly be furious and break up with George.
If I can’t have the beauty, George shouldn’t get her either.
I’ll go tonight!
Rational thought pulled Jima back from her burning jealousy.
Going into George’s dream tonight would be like walking into a trap. He’s not an idiot; if I go, he could easily guess the black devil’s true identity.
Jima took a few deep breaths, her mood calming down, albeit barely.
An enticing but embarrassing thought sprang to mind.
If the proud silver-haired elf accepts the reality of George’s intimate relationships with multiple women, no matter how aloof she is, wouldn’t she have to share a bed with me? A succubus in bed is a natural dominator, and seeing that aloof beauty succumb to desire would be thrilling.
A wave of shameful excitement surged, reddening Jima’s face.
She quickly shook her head, dispelling this embarrassingly outrageous notion:
“No! I was once a demon king; how could I lower myself to being a mere slice of hamburger bun?”
An image formed in her mind of herself tightly hugging the blushing Frostleaves, the warm holy sword freshly drawn from its sheath, mercilessly piercing into her own body.
“Bang!”
Jima slammed her palm against the bed board, “I can never fall to such a shameful degree!”
But it seemed quite thrilling…
“No way!”
After tossing around these thoughts for five minutes, Jima sat on the bed, a faint blush adorning her fair neck. She licked her tail and slowly calmed the stirrings within her heart.
In any case, it’s best not to seek out George in the short term to avoid revealing anything.
At that moment, Jima felt a spark of inspiration and sensed an extraordinary power fluctuation nearby. She looked at her spatial bag, where extraordinary items were restless.
She stepped forward, drank a potion to enhance her magic power, opened the spatial bag, and poured it out.
The blood goat horn cup fell to the ground first; its surface was wet, and the black cup appeared to be afflicted with a form of albinism, a portion already turning white.
“Only sealed the day before yesterday, and the Perfect Necklace has gone out of control to this extent?”
Jima reached into the spatial bag, her fingertips grazing something hot, and pulled it out.
A bag landed on the ground. Undoing the bag, amid the dark herbs suppressing magic, lay the pearly Perfect Necklace. As an evil succubus, Jima gazed at it, feeling as if she were looking at a branding iron, her eyes stinging.
What was even more troublesome were the countless questions echoing in her ears.
“You exploited the fat one’s pursuit of love for your own gain, leading her to be rejected time and again.”
“You deceived and exploited him time and again to grow stronger.”
“Is it all worth it?”
Jima gave the Perfect Necklace the finger. The extraordinary power of this thing had leaked out, and merely looking at it affected her mindset, creating auditory hallucinations.
If she didn’t know the correct sealing method, everything Jima did was just delaying the inevitable loss of control.
“An extraordinary item with such massive side effects; indeed, there’s no such thing as a free lunch. If I were to ask Is, he would probably use this to blackmail me,” Jima muttered to herself. “Have Jenna seal it; she’s a professional. But her mindset isn’t stable; coming into contact with this thing would push her into the fire.”
“Throw it away somewhere? Jenna would definitely hate me for that since it greatly enhances her healing ability, which means I can’t get in her bed.”
“Give it to the Holy Hall? Now that’s a good idea, but it comes with some risk. Carrying an out-of-control extraordinary item across the barrier between dreams and reality would easily lead to trouble.”
After contemplating, Jima could only temporarily seal it and place it into a wooden box previously prepared and crafted by Jenna. The surface was inscribed with various runes, but Jima wasn’t sure how long it would last.
After finishing, Jima stretched.
So far, Master Is hasn’t responded to Jenna’s breach of contract. He invested so much; there’s no reason for him to give up; he must be quietly preparing for a storm.
Jima lay back down on the bed, needing to prepare herself to destroy Is and his family. Even if it was unintended, Jima intended to make him suffer greatly and regret his decisions.
Once again entering the dream, Jima soared over Marin City, examining the rumors that could grant her strength.
Putting aside the number one rumor—”Enlake is a woman”—there was one rumor that was an unexpected delight.
“This rumor has actually spread to Marin City?”
A smile involuntarily appeared on Jima’s face as she looked at a yellow mist of rumor below. In her eyes, that yellow mist hovering over the taverns in the city bore its name—George is a playboy with 84 wives and lovers, a punch-worthy dragon hero.
Initially, Jima had casually mentioned it just to test her abilities and thought it would fade away like countless other rumors eventually.
Jima snapped her fingers, injecting it with magic power, hoping it would bring her more power from lies.
