Chapter 15: Ji Ma is Too Bad
“At that time, I had this thought,” George said, “but I won’t stand in your way.”
“I really want to complain a bit,” Ji Ma said, “I feel like a little woman who married the wrong person.”
“I am worthy of your lifelong trust.”
“…” Ji Ma laughed, staring at the serious George in front of her, “You really don’t mince words. It sounds quite arrogant, but being a straight man of the Holy Hall, I can understand… I can clearly tell you that no one is worth my lifelong trust; I only entrust my life to myself.”
George did not continue to make promises to please her, nor did he explain. He just nodded, indicating that he had heard her. He seemed quite self-confident.
“I want to ask, how do you view the Holy Hall’s neglect of you?” Ji Ma asked. “Do you think the Holy Hall is justified and just accept it? Or do you want to achieve something?”
“I understand the Holy Hall’s handling.”
“Then the Holy Sword may never return to your hands,” Ji Ma asked. “Aren’t you worried?”
“Not worried.”
“You can accept someone else waving the Holy Sword, being granted the title of hero, dancing freely on the stage of the times, while you are just a ‘short-lived’ hero who barely touched the stage, and no one will remember you. In the future, only experts studying history will see your name in the scant words of ancient history books.”
“That won’t happen,” George said lightly. “No matter where I go, gold will shine. Eventually, the Holy Hall will realize that I am the most suitable owner of the Holy Sword.”
“Young people always overestimate their abilities and underestimate the help provided by the platform,” Ji Ma said. “Are you sure you won’t blend in with the crowd?”
“Absolutely,” George said. “By the end of this year at the latest, I will return to Diamond.”
“That’s easy to say.”
Ji Ma remembered that it took her thirty years to advance from Platinum to Diamond, during which she had aged and experienced the fear of aging, living in constant anxiety. There was nothing she could do; the rituals were too complicated, and it was a process of qualitative change in life forms.
“It’s not easy, but it’s not impossible either.”
“Alright then, will you give your all to complete the task and retrieve the Demon King’s extraordinary material from the dark elves?”
George said, “I won’t hinder my comrades by placing my personal gains above the larger picture.”
“What do you mean?”
“If there’s a choice to either retrieve the Demon King’s extraordinary material myself but with a low success rate, or cover my allies so that a more suitable ally can retrieve it,” George said, “I would choose the latter, even if it means my contributions may not be so remarkable. The most important thing is to reclaim the Demon King’s extraordinary material, not my personal achievements.”
“I have a question: Did you take what I just said as motivation for you?” Ji Ma said. “Motivation for you to put personal interests above public good.”
George answered directly: “Yes.”
“Darn, I thought you would at least be a bit reserved. Acting like this won’t get you more wives.”
“However, the one most suitable to reclaim the Demon King’s extraordinary material will most likely be me.”
“Ah?” Ji Ma became cheerful. “Are you confident?”
“With no infighting, I’m very confident.”
“Why? I’m not questioning you personally; I just don’t feel at ease. I lack motivation to work.”
“No reason,” George said. “Experience proves that before the raid on the Demon King Ji Ma, many people said it was impossible, and Gregory advised me to be careful, worried I was being overly optimistic. Yet the reality proved I was wrong; things went too smoothly.”
Ji Ma restrained her impulse to kick him and said, “I’ll be going now, goodbye.”
After saying that, she spread her wings, flapped them hard, turned, and left. The gust of wind from her wings ruffled George’s hair.
George looked at Ji Ma’s back and commented curiously, “Why does she look unhappy again? It’s really strange.”
Ji Ma did not return to her own body but slipped into the Dream Palace.
She lay on a reclining throne of the Demon King, crossed her legs, and lifted a hand.
A maid dressed in an open-breasted maid outfit promptly offered her a glass of ice-cold cola.
Ji Ma took the cola, sucked hard on the straw, and drank deeply to soothe the sorrow in her heart.
Damn, humiliated again; she couldn’t go on living like this.
She burped, handed the empty glass back to the dazed-looking, doll-like maid, and stretched lazily.
“No matter what, following George still gives me hope of getting back my half of the extraordinary material,” Ji Ma said to herself. “That self-important genius… is still worth investing in.”
The side profile of the maid stirred Ji Ma’s desires.
She licked her lips and beckoned the doll-like maid over. The blonde maid bent down, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, obedient like a Siamese cat.
Ji Ma reached out, caressed her, and the maid’s green eyes stared blankly at her. With a thought, the maid’s face showed a mix of shame and resistance.
Yet Ji Ma let go.
“It’s pointless; I have to initiate every action and reaction myself. How is this different from self-satisfaction?” Ji Ma complained. “I really miss the busty and brainless saintess. She’s been busy lately; I need to find a good excuse to lure her to the Dream Palace. Just say I want to see her? I miss her?”
“No way.” Ji Ma rested her hands behind her head. “At most, just taking a bath together, maybe a hug.”
“I’ve got it! Use George as an excuse.” Ji Ma clapped her hands. “Tell her the Dream Palace has remote dating, then trick her into thinking George wants to do something naughty, and I can use that as a reason to provide her with intimate guidance on bed skills.”
“Great idea! Since it’s one-on-one personal teaching, I must play the role of the male side as the teacher.” Ji Ma couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Jenna studying so earnestly. “As long as I keep shaking my head and telling Jenna that her moves aren’t up to par, doesn’t that mean I can keep getting free enjoyment?”
Ji Ma jumped up from the lounge chair, “It’s settled!”
She opened her personal system and added a task called “Get Saintess Jenna into Bed,” quickly jotting down several lines of her general ideas.
Ji Ma glanced at the main task and placed “Get Saintess Jenna into Bed” under the main task: “It should be categorized as a secondary task; my current main task is still ‘Promote to Platinum!’”
As for Eve Frostleaf, she also had ideas about this proud elf. However, she felt greedy and that she didn’t know enough about Eve yet.
But she wasn’t too worried.
As long as she dug diligently at the corners, she would eventually succeed. Moreover, she had a big trump card in hand; the curse preventing Eve from using a bow was cast before she died. To untangle the curse, Ji Ma had a natural advantage.
Of course, Ji Ma believed she could also turn the curse into other strange things.
After taking a bath in the Dream Palace, she ran to the vegetable garden to take a look.
The seeds in the soil had sprouted, but the leaves turned white and had all died.
Ji Ma recorded:
“The third batch of seeds has died; I speculate that: using real soil along with real water allows the seeds to sprout, but the sunlight is fake, so they all died.”
Ji Ma returned to the real world.
Li Anxi Cat was curled up beside her feet, and Ji Ma pretended to accidentally roll over and kick her awake, then contentedly fell into a deep sleep.
Li Anxi Cat woke up, nudged Ji Ma’s calf, closed her eyes, and fell back asleep.
