Chapter 201 Chapter 202 The Tragedy of Losing One’s Mother
It is said that when Young Master Is arrived at the Cool Tower with more than thirty guards, imposing and furious…
From the top of the Cool Tower came a wailing sound, suspected to be a victim of abuse and murder.
Young Master Is looked up, seeing nothing, his heart burning with anxiety. He directly used the “Sound Wave Spear” to blow apart the tightly sealed door. Leading his guards, he rushed in. Upon reaching the second floor, he calmed his mind and listened carefully.
He heard the sound of liquid splashing on a body and dripping on the ground, accompanied by the familiar sounds of a man indulging in desire. Instantly, his face changed, his back teeth grinding together, and he raised his hand to stop his subordinates, scolding, “You all go down! Do not come up without my order!”
After walking a few steps, he felt something was wrong and stopped.
The enemy was indeed ruthless, forcibly creating a scenario where only he could enter.
He clenched a small shield at his waist, summoned his courage, and walked directly toward the stairs leading to the rooftop.
As he opened the door, he saw his mother kneeling in a puddle of milky liquid, like a young mother cat in heat, with her rear end raised. Her magnificent and intricate gown was pulled up to her waist, exposing a white expanse, with a pair of rolled-up panties bunched around her calves.
She turned her head, her beautiful red hair swaying next to her apple-red cheeks, her face flushed with lingering enthusiasm, saying, “Darling, why did you stop? You’re so naughty to splash milk on me.”
Young Master Is was instantly dumbfounded, “Mom, what is going on?”
“Weren’t you going to make our relationship public?”
“That person just now was an imposter, Mom!”
“What?! You don’t want to take responsibility? Just trying to deceive me?!”
“Mom, lower your voice.”
“Lower my voice? You’re the one who said you wouldn’t take it back.”
“He was pretending to be me.”
“Liar! How can you speak to me in that tone?”
“Listen to me explain…”
“I don’t want to hear it!”
Young Master Is’s mother was emotionally charged, her voice loud enough to resemble a shrew scolding on the street.
At that moment, an oblivious succubus quietly sneaked into the Cool Tower’s hall. Hearing the quarrel from above, her heart jolted, thinking:
Young Master Is is quite perverted! He’s even with his own mother at this time and wants to make their relationship public; he must be seeking amusement and thrills—what a weirdo, even more perverted than me!
She couldn’t help but perk up her ears, listening intently to the argument above.
But the argument suddenly ceased.
Using the tip of her tail, she could guess that Young Master Is had sealed the sound with his extraordinary ability, indicating that he cared about his reputation at least. But why would he call people to announce their relationship? Perhaps something went wrong in his pursuit of excitement.
However, Jima wasn’t too concerned about all that. Just thinking about the limitation of “freedom of speech” made her feel obliged to defend the right of over thirty guys above to know the truth.
Of course, more importantly, this could undermine Young Master Is’s mentality. Eliminating an extraordinary opponent physically is one way to defeat them, but psychological destruction is also a common method. Thus, any cautious extraordinary person would do their best to hide their past demons.
Jima stealthily ascended the stairs like a cat, becoming invisible at the second-floor staircase entrance, where she saw more than thirty guards discussing the earlier quarrel.
“Did you hear that? Young Master Is slept with his mother.”
“How is that possible? He just brought us here! There’s no time; someone must have impersonated him.”
“Yeah, Young Master Is doesn’t lack women; how could he be interested in his own mother?”
Seeing the crowd being deceived, Jima’s sense of “justice” surged, especially thinking that what she was about to do would not only satisfy her sense of justice but also benefit her, fueling her passion further.
However, what she was about to do would drain her already limited magical power.
She glanced at her magic, at 9%, a meager amount. But she was still determined to devote herself to this “great cause.” Maintaining her invisibility, she walked a few meters, hid beside the guards, and felt her magic dwindling, losing a precious 1%.
Look how much I’ve sacrificed for the truth.
Jima opened her cherry lips, mimicking the voice of a certain guard, lying, “Young Master Is has slept with many married women. Tired of ordinary wives, he turned to his father’s wife; isn’t that normal?”
Everyone recalled the conflict earlier that day between Young Master Is and many angry husbands, and most believed her words. Only one loyal guard said loudly:
“Who is spreading rumors? Young Master Is is not that kind of person!”
“Then why would he ‘silence the sound’?” Jima threw out an even more absurd but amusing lie, “He called us here precisely to seek thrills. Last month, didn’t he ride with his lover during peak hours on Jinsha Road? I heard the coachman say it himself; the carriage shook for half an hour in the middle of the road, but there was no sound; the passersby just found it strange.”
The crowd erupted in chaos, almost everyone believed Jima.
“What a playboy.”
“I’m so envious.”
“Isn’t he the prince of romance in Marlin City?”
“No, it definitely can’t be like that…” The loyal guard’s rebuttal gradually weakened.
Seeing this, Jima nodded in satisfaction. Now, with her feeble ability to create chaos, she could only manipulate emotions.
The scandalous big sin fell squarely on Young Master Is’s shoulders, inciting public outrage. Although Marlin City was open-minded, it hadn’t reached that degree.
“How could someone do that to their own mother?”
“What kind of person have we pledged loyalty to?”
“Ugh.” One guard vomited on the spot, saying, “That’s disgusting. I heard that those born of incestuous relations also like it; not blessed by Sigma, they seem like normal people on the surface, but are actually perverted and depraved inside!”
Although Young Master Is had keen hearing, he could not freely use this extraordinary ability while chatting or within his sound-free zone.
Jima covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.
Could it get any more explosive?
Her golden eyes sparkled mischievously, then she suddenly mimicked Young Master Is’s panicked voice: “Come help me! Quick!”
Although the source of the sound was off, everyone swiftly believed Jima’s lies, panicking without time to think. They swarmed towards the door to the rooftop.
But the solid wooden door was tightly locked, sturdy in craftsmanship. A stocky guard charged at it with his shoulder, but the door did not budge. The guards, anxious to rescue their master, were like ants on a hot stove, and Jima felt a sense of urgency too; if the sound seal was lifted, Is might hear outside, and they would miss out on the spectacle.
Jima outright canceled her invisibility, using her “lie becomes reality” ability, conjuring a handheld battering ram.
“What are we going to do?”
One loyal soldier was so anxious that he started pacing.
Jima patted his back, grabbing the battering ram and saying, “Big brother, there’s a battering ram here.”
The loyal soldier’s eyes lit up, “This is so timely.”
He lifted the heavy battering ram and shouted, “Everyone, lend a hand!”
“Alright!”
Suddenly, the loyal soldier thought of something and asked, “Who are you? How did you end up here?”
Jima smiled brightly and said, “I came to visit with my godfather, but it’s too chaotic, he told me to hide here.”
“Oh, like that.” The loyal soldier didn’t suspect her bandages and called for people to help lift the battering ram, and four of them charged it fiercely against the wooden door.
The effect was significant; the wooden door collapsed with a loud crash.
The guards rushed inside, only to see Young Master Is’s mother in disarray, on her knees in the milk, and Young Master Is; there were no others.
The scene fell silent, the guards froze in place, thirty pairs of eyes wide open.
Jima tightly covered her mouth with both hands to avoid bursting into laughter, her heart filled with the delight of revenge as she quietly hid away.
The next second, Young Master Is’s furious roar echoed:
“Why did you disobey orders?!”
“I didn’t order you to come in! A bunch of pigs! How did you break the door?!”
“What? A girl with golden eyes! Are you a traitor? She’s a succubus! I’ll kill you!”
A cacophony erupted, followed by pleas for mercy. Young Master Is was even angrier than Jima had expected.
His gritted teeth sounded like he might have broken three of them.
“Someone impersonated me and slept with my mother.”
Jima doubted he had at least bitten off three of his teeth.
“It’s the succubus scheming; she spread the rumors! I didn’t sleep with my mother! You all—”
“Slap!” A loud slap resounded, “You unfilial son!”
Jima quickly stuck her fingers in her mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to escape her throat.
After a bout of commotion, Is’s voice rang out again:
“Remember! It was the succubus scheming! Understand?”
His voice lowered, interspersed with the groans of injured soldiers, “Understood.”
“Louder!”
“Understood!”
“If anyone says anything reckless, I’ll kill them, understood?”
“Understood!”
Young Master Is spent over ten minutes reorganizing the team and calming his out-of-control mother.
In the distance, the intensity of the battle between the Saintess and the Grand Reciter gradually diminished, the thunderous sounds growing quieter, the bright light dimming.
Jima couldn’t help but worry about whether the Saintess could retain her chastity. Anger surged within her as she gazed toward the battlefield, gripping her mace, wishing to rush out and smash the Grand Reciter’s head.
“Signs of losing control, signs of losing control.”
She barely managed to restrain herself. Jima understood her situation; the lower her magic, the easier it was for her mentality to explode. Past demons determined how low her magic could get. If it weren’t for her strong soul and being only at gold rank, an ordinary extraordinary person would have at least gone berserk by now.
“Thud, thud, thud.”
Young Master Is strode down the stairs, the bright red handprint on his left cheek particularly noticeable, no longer exuding his usual elegance and politeness.
Jima immediately gauged his state.
Although his magical situation was much better than hers, under various pressures, his mentality was unstable. Moreover, he hadn’t undergone much extraordinary combat, and his psychological quality wasn’t as high as hers. Optimistically, he might be in worse shape than she was.
Just as Jima was feeling optimistic, when Young Master Is passed in front of her, he suddenly stopped, turned to her direction, and bent down to question, “Who? I heard your voice.”
How did he notice me?
At that moment, Jima realized she had unconsciously gripped her mace tightly, her arm muscles tensed, intent on striking Young Master Is.
A cold sweat broke out suddenly.
Damn! My situation is worse than his; I’m about to be discovered.
But as Jima felt a sense of fear, there was a hint of anticipation at being found out, thinking this way she could at least hit this guy once.
Young Master Is raised his hand, about to launch a sound spear to test when a voice interrupted:
“Young Master Is, it’s bad! The Grand Reciter and the Saintess are at a stalemate, and the rioters outside are about to break in?!”
“What?! Where are my guards?” Young Master Is immediately snapped back, gritting his teeth, “That assassin!”
With time pressing, he jumped out of the window.
Jima breathed a sigh of relief, silently thanking the diligent messenger.
At that moment, outside the window, Young Master Is’s annoyed voice rang out: “Who are you?! You’re not one of mine.”
“I just took pity to tell you the battlefield situation isn’t good, okay?”
Jima’s curiosity sparked as she moved closer, invisibly to the window, and saw a shadow resembling Conan’s little black man, extending a middle finger at Young Master Is.
“You are the assassin colluding with the succubus?”
“Haha, I’m the one who’s screwing your mom.” The shadow laughed heartily and vanished before the incoming sound wave spear.
Jima’s corner of the eye twitched; that guy actually didn’t die—a true scourge to the end of time. Wait, if that’s the case, could it mean that Young Master Is’s mom…
Was she violated twice? No wonder he was so angry.
As Young Master Is’s temples throbbed, his chest heavy with gloom, after a roar of venting, he rushed toward the battlefield, ready to support the Grand Reciter.
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Thank you all for your support and affection; this book has finally reached S-rank. With the S-rank, I can go for a back projection. I budgeted 1,400 for a favored illustrator. The illustrator said that amount could only cover one person and a background. After hesitating, considering how supportive the readers have always been, I couldn’t be stingy and bit the bullet to go for 3,200.
The illustrator will only have time to draw in September, so the artwork may not be released until October.
P.S.: Tomorrow there will be stable updates; I used up all my stored drafts last month.
P.S.: After finishing the second volume, I will take a day off to organize the outline and such.
