Chapter 29 Wrestling
A strong beastman, nearly 2.5 meters tall, roared while holding an axe. Ji Ma confirmed that he was most likely the leader of this beastman war gang.
Perhaps because the dream’s owner was a lowly beastman, the dream depicted the towering beastman as majestic and mighty, exuding a terrifying aura. This nearly 2.5-meter-tall creature looked like it should be the leader of this war gang.
With brown skin covered by a set of steel armor, his goat-like head was wrapped in a helmet secured by leather straps. His mouth was stained red with blood, resembling the beast he was attacking, except for a rare tuft of white fur on his chin.
“Dangerous individual — a tuft of white: tall stature, white tuft on the chin, estimated to possess extraordinary abilities. Cunning and prefers schemes over violence…”
The diligent scout Ji Ma diligently recorded this creature’s information in the system.
For the dream’s owner, it was the most joyful time in the dream. The beastmen eagerly tore off the clothes from the humans, hanging them on trees and walls, fully exposed and ready to be eaten. Some beastmen, unable to contain themselves, began to gnaw directly.
To avoid wasting the roasted meat in her stomach, Ji Ma leaped, flapped her wings, and flew out of the dream.
Returning to a dreamscape composed of gray and white, Ji Ma wasn’t in a hurry to report but instead sat quietly on a branch, deep in thought.
Theoretically, she should report truthfully so that George and the other officers could make decisions. However, what if they decided to delay the journey to Deadwood Mountain?
The conflict zone was expanding; a delay was almost equivalent to an indefinite postponement. She could trust George’s promises, but he hadn’t promised to help her level up in a short time. It might be necessary to wait until after subduing the beastmen before setting out for Deadwood Mountain.
By then, it could be too late; Ji Ma might have figured out how to extract extraordinary abilities from the green dragon herself.
Utilizing the system’s text function, Ji Ma pondered slowly:
“If I report truthfully and say, ‘It takes too long, Deadwood Mountain has lost its value to me,’ I should be able to gain George’s support. But should I report truthfully?”
“No.” Ji Ma shook her head to herself. “The army’s priest could oppose me in the name of righteousness. He would persuade George to have the troops protect the villagers of Sweet Melon Village, as the village simply cannot withstand the beastman war gang until the knight lord sends troops for rescue.”
“What would George do? He might love me, but he loves the public more.”
“Given that, I could ask him for another favor, to take me with him to Deadwood Mountain. But what if Deadwood Mountain is filled with beastmen?”
George could likely fight his way in and out, but there’s a problem; no matter how strong he was, he could only kill them one after another. A large group of lowly beastmen could keep him occupied for quite a while. If there were some horned beasts and minotaurs taking him down while being covered by cannon fodder, he’d find it hard to escape injury and retreat.
Even if George were strong, he wouldn’t escape the fate of getting hurt and fleeing.
Extraordinary beings are powerful, but very few can lead an army single-handedly, which is the very point of the existence of mortal armies.
“What if I underreport?” Ji Ma looked down at the beastman war gang. “Bypassing them and heading straight for Deadwood Mountain. This war gang would then crash into the village, and Sweet Melon Village could be renamed ‘Sweet Melon Meat Store.’ George would be incredibly angry at me; this wouldn’t be easy to cover up.”
“The most advantageous method would be to use Sweet Melon Village as bait to lure the beastmen while the army heads straight for Deadwood Mountain.” Ji Ma spoke of the traditional solution used by the demon race, “Ah, but then George would be furious, our relationship would be ruined, and he might kick me out of the army and I’d never see him again. Ugh, if that were the case, he’d have an excuse to take advantage of me.”
Ji Ma rested her hands behind her head, lying on a thick branch, swinging her legs: “Being friends with people from the good camp is just troublesome.”
After thinking it over, Ji Ma sat up on the branch: “Right, he still owes me a favor… I should just tell him the truth.”
If he wasn’t reliable, then she might as well treat him like a self-moving defense mechanism.
After weighing her options, Ji Ma raised her hand toward the black smoke emanating from George’s “dream seed”, clenched her fingers, and her body floated like a light kite pulled by a string, soaring into the night sky. In the blink of an eye, she arrived beside George’s dream balloon, entering George’s dream.
The surrounding environment was a training ground in the inner city of White City. On neatly arranged patches of sand, a group of little kids were playing with wooden swords and weapons.
Ji Ma immediately spotted little George and his childhood friend — little Jenna.
“I’m the brave hero who wants to slay dragons; you should obediently go watch the horses, how about that?” Little Jenna said, her face flushed, as she pushed little George on the sandy ground, stirring up waves of sand with her little legs.
A group of boys cheered from behind: “Go, big sis! Go, big sis!”
Little George’s face turned red too. At this age, girls were generally stronger than boys. His hair was full of sand from being thrown down multiple times, while little Jenna’s golden hair had not a speck of sand.
But little George refused to admit defeat. He bit his lip, enduring little Jenna’s attempts to throw him down without falling.
Some little boys, anxious, shouted at little George: “Horse boy, what are you stalling for? Why haven’t you fallen yet?”
“Fall already, fall already!”
“I’m going to throw you down!” little Jenna growled, her little arm muscles tense, gradually managing to tilt George’s body.
It was hard to imagine that little Jenna had been a bossy older sister, gathering little followers around her, and now she had turned into a sweet girl. Truly, women change a lot as they grow up.
Ji Ma sneaked up behind little George, imitating a little girl’s voice, and screamed: “Ahhhh, big brother George, so amazing! I’m going to die! Go, big brother George!”
That made little George’s neck stand on end. As he exerted force, twisting his waist, he used little Jenna’s strength to throw her down into the sand, and he didn’t stop there; he pressed down hard on her.
“Thump.”
With a heavy sound, sand erupted, and little Jenna’s face sank into the sand, her golden hair scattered, covered with sand. She lifted her head, face full of sand, blood trickling from her nose, crying out: “Daddy…”
Little George ignored her and dusted off his hands.
“Harsh!” Ji Ma gave him a thumbs-up. “Directly throwing your future wife into the sand; a person like you can still find a wife, truly deserving of being the illegitimate child of the goddess of fate.”
Little George visibly grew, looking at Ji Ma, saying:
“When I first came, because of the smell of horse manure on me, others thought I was a stable boy. She just happened to need one and came looking for me. I wasn’t happy about it, so she wrestled with me.”
“Doesn’t matter; you’re just hitting a girl, bullying her since childhood, you’re so bad.”
“I was the one being attacked; later, her group came over to hit me until each of them was punished with fifty spankings.”
“Why so serious? I was joking.” Ji Ma said, “And then?”
“Later, Jenna couldn’t stand it.” The grown-up George looked at the frozen crowd, “She kept looking for me to wrestle every day to regain her honor, and a week later she couldn’t beat me at all.”
Ji Ma thought of Young Master Is. He, too, could be considered a childhood friend but was the one who got thrown down. No wonder he was completely defeated by George; as a rival in love, George didn’t even know his name.
Women still preferred men who could conquer them.
However, now to mention Is, that would definitely ruin the mood.
Ji Ma said: “So that was your first encounter; I came at the wrong time.”
George said: “No, you came at the right time.”
This guy wouldn’t start talking about how you’re all his wings, would he?
Curious, Ji Ma stared at George, wondering what kind of expression and words this earnest paladin would use to talk about having a harem with her.
George asked: “You must have finished scouting; please report the situation.”
This guy truly was sharp.
“How did you know?”
“I figured the situation was dire, right?”
“Why?”
“You wouldn’t just casually enter my dream if nothing was wrong.”
“You should consider becoming a detective; it would be a huge loss for the detective industry.”
“What’s a detective?”
To George, it was an invented term.
“Let’s talk business.”
“Alright.” George stepped across the sandy area, wandering into the streets of the inner city.
Ji Ma followed closely, reflecting on her previous thoughts and said: “George, are you a man?”
“Of course.”
“Do you remember what I just told you? A showdown between the sexes.”
“But aren’t you female?”
“Ah, just understand the meaning.” Ji Ma said, “Wrestling in bed, you know? I want to wrestle with you once.”
Only then did George realize Ji Ma meant something else entirely.
“Noted.”
“Dear, if there’s anything you’re dissatisfied with, you can tell me. This is a matter for both of us. We need to cooperate to have fun together.”
“What dear? You make it sound like a couple; pfft.” Ji Ma said, “I just want to have a contest of strength.”
“Okay, since you’re happy, I’ll accompany you.”
Tsk tsk, this guy must be feeling quite pleased inside.
Ji Ma followed George, walking around a corner, and then she said: “But you know, my physical conditions aren’t good; I’m so small and young, there’s really no way to exert any strength. Even if you win, it’s just bullying the weak.”
George couldn’t help laughing and said: “Okay, what are you actually planning?”
“So I need to level up; once I level up, my body can develop.” Ji Ma raised her hands, drawing enticing curves, “I’ll definitely grow tall, have meat up front and back, become a big girl, and you won’t have to worry about getting poked by my ribs. That way, it would be fair.”
George said: “The situation at Deadwood Mountain must have become dire, so you’re bringing up all these deceptions. Hurry and tell me.”
Even though George saw through Ji Ma’s motives, so what?
From personal experience, as long as a man gets aroused, his brain works at a noticeable slowdown.
“There are two small beastman war gangs about ten kilometers from here.” Ji Ma said, “Both are a hundred people’s worth of experience packs.”
“But?”
“You’ve already answered, but about fifty kilometers away, there’s a large beastman war gang…”
Ji Ma relayed all the gathered intelligence in detail.
As George listened while walking, his expression grew serious…
“Tricky, very tricky. Although we have the extraordinary power advantage, our numbers are very limited. Rushing into direct confrontation would surely lead to heavy casualties, which would be meaningless.”
“George, don’t forget, you still owe me a favor?” Ji Ma initially wanted to mimic the green tea b*tch from film and television, throwing flirtatious glances or pulling up her skirt to reveal her legs, but her voice was already annoying enough, and she couldn’t keep that up.
“I hope you don’t use that tone again.” George said, “I remember; you’re worried that I’ll break my promise, right?”
“Exactly.”
“I won’t.” George said, “Tomorrow we’ll head straight for Deadwood Mountain.”
Ji Ma was overjoyed, feeling perhaps the army priest was indeed correct.
George had already fallen into her subordinate; in a few days, she would be able to ride on him, pulling on his left ear, making him crawl left, and pulling on his right ear, making him jump right.
Ji Ma couldn’t help but say: “Then this won’t do, we can’t just brute force it, we can use Sweet Melon Village as bait—bang! You dare hit me—bang! Oops, I’m sorry, I was just making a loud mouth.”
George retracted his fist, looking at Ji Ma covering her head, shaking his head: “Why use Sweet Melon Village as bait?”
“How do we deal with the beastman war gang then?”
“You can use your extraordinary abilities to mislead them, can’t we just avoid them?” George said, “This morning upon waking, I already told Sweet Melon Village to hurry and retreat.”
“In that case, aren’t we taking risks?”
“We can’t put others in danger just because of the risk.”
“Alright.” Ji Ma turned and walked away, then suddenly turned back and said: “By the way, let’s forget about wrestling.”
“Hmm?”
Ji Ma stuck out her tongue at him: “Who told you to hit my head so hard? Bye-bye.”
With that, she flew away.
