Chapter 152 Chapter 151 The Marketing Preparation of the Succubus
“Sure, but you have to owe me a favor.” Jima finished her meat floss pie and wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief.
“They say a mouth that’s full of food can’t speak, why is your mouth so tough?”
“Perhaps because I’m a demon. Either you owe me a favor, or I won’t lift the curse.”
“I can find someone to lift it.”
“Before that, I at least need to stab a voodoo doll’s butt thirteen times.”
“Jima, you really are a vindictive lady.”
“I accept your compliments.”
“As a demon, you ate the witch hunter’s meat floss pie without any defenses, aren’t you afraid I’ll poison it?”
“I’ve always trusted my friends.”
“Well, you’re wrong now.” The maid outfit-wearing Arcanis looked small as she grabbed a meat floss pie with her silver hand, “I’ve put a deadly poison in the pie aimed at demons, I’ll detoxify you if you lift the curse.”
“Go ahead and poison me.” Jima shrugged, pulling out a voodoo doll and a large needle, “How do you know the person standing in front of you is real?”
Arcanis, squatting at the threshold, gave Jima the finger, saying, “Damn, since you owe me a favor, just owe it.”
Jima put away the voodoo doll and needle, snapped her fingers, and the paper in Arcanis’s hand spontaneously combusted, turning to ash.
“By the way, where did you hide my maid?”
“I knocked her out and tossed her onto her bed.”
“I’ll send you a dream if there’s something.”
“O Sigma above, please don’t let me dream of the vindictive lady.”
“I’m leaving; enjoy your meal.” Jima walked toward the distant carriage.
“Hey, aren’t you going to eat some more meat floss pie?” The maid outfit-wearing Arcanis chewed her pie and waved the half-eaten pie at Jima, calling out, “Lady George, aren’t you pregnant? Eat more; it’s good for the baby.”
In an instant, passersby all turned to look at the beautiful dark-skirted succubus.
Jima’s ears flushed slightly as she cursed under her breath and quickly boarded the carriage.
She said to the coachman, “Make sure to clean the carriage later and bring me the branches on it.”
Seeing only Jima, the coachman asked, “Where’s the maid?”
“The maid we went out with is a fake, the real one is still asleep in bed.” Jima placed a straight branch on the carriage, “Alright, you can go back now.”
“What about you?”
“As for me, I’m also fake.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Jima’s form became faint, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a clump of chewed pie on the ground.
The coachman was dumbfounded until a bunch of skinny stray dogs rushed over, fighting over the pie. He regained his senses and shivered all over, perhaps due to the cold weather, recalling various rumors.
It was said that Lady Jima was a powerful magician, working with those in the Magic Academy who often liked to turn people into sheep.
He hurriedly cracked his whip and drove the carriage back home.
Night fell.
It was the time of wickedness.
In the Dream Palace.
In a dark room, only a beam of light fell on the desk, highlighting Jima’s figure, her black horns reflecting light.
A round “ton ton” orange cat lay on Jima’s lace-clad thigh, showing its snow-white soft belly.
Now and then, Jima would drop a hand to rub the soft belly of Lianxi Cat, while the cat narrowed its eyes, emitting a pleasant purring sound.
With her other hand, the succubus held a thick stack of manuscript paper, feeling the heavy weight of it. Jima set the manuscript down, stretched her body, and said:
“After working hard for almost a month, I finally have results.”
The manuscript flew up by itself, sharp iron rods attacked, piercing through two holes, and then ropes flew over to bind them together.
Jima sighed, “This is all my hard work.”
It’s worth mentioning that just now, the overworked Owen Green was curled up under his blanket, having nightmares of late-night manuscript deadlines.
The original manuscript lay on the table, a thick stack.
Jima opened her personal system, accessed the task section, propping her chin up as she looked at the primary task “Legally Raise 10,000 Gold Coins.”
She felt a bit nervous, drumming her fingers on the table, recalling the task and pondering where there were still loopholes.
“The quality of the book should evoke the feeling I had back when I read web novels; that should be acceptable.”
“Promotion is the most crucial. I’ve asked a few suckers through dreams; they are willing to promote my book at a low cost or even for free. I still need to strengthen the rumors.”
“Official backing. I’m considered on the Emperor’s side; no one should come for me… no, once the book becomes popular, there will definitely be people who don’t like it and target me.”
Jima squinted her eyes, recalling the old noblewoman’s wrinkled, old face.
“I’ve already prepared my backups.”
“I even have the surrounding materials ready.”
After thinking for a while, Jima couldn’t come up with any loopholes.
But where did that feeling of tension and unease come from?
A memory of a holy sword stabbing towards her suddenly flashed in Jima’s mind, her body tensed up, and just before she lost consciousness, the last image she saw was of the hero and the holy maiden’s faces.
She shivered all over, a sense of phantom nausea washing over her.
Jima anxiously picked up Lianxi Cat, which was pressing on her leg, and placed it on the table. Lianxi Cat flipped over, looking at Jima, “Meow?”
Jima pulled up her clothes, exposing her lower abdomen, pressed down forcefully with her hand, pressing and pressing. In a moment, her fingertips touched something hard.
Is it an egg?
Jima’s heart jolted, continuing to feel around.
It’s a rib, oh, then there’s nothing to worry about.
Jima let out a long breath, placing her hand on Lianxi Cat’s head, rubbing it messily. Lianxi Cat happily rolled onto its side on the ground, emitting a purring sound.
Now Jima was once again sure that her anxiety stemmed from the matter of laying eggs, rather than from the punishment of failing the task; if that punishment didn’t have side effects, Jima would be very willing to deliberately botch the task.
“Little Lian…”
Jima pinched Lianxi Cat’s face a bit with her hands, easing her own tension, then jumped off the chair and dashed to the window.
The window opened by itself. Jima leaped out, wings spread, with a gentle flap, her body lightly soaring into the night sky. After flying for several minutes, she crossed over the false night sky and crashed into the dream realm made up solely of black and white.
The succubus’s essence was in Adolf, so Adolf appeared beneath her, spreading out into the distance.
Jima had to fly higher to easily overlook the imperial capital of Adolf when she looked down.
Various colors of rumors lay within the city of Adolf. Many rumors, due to having few believers, showed a faint yellow hue, like a wisp of fireworks that would dissipate with a light breeze.
Jima glanced over them, memorizing the contents of the rumors, reflecting on why the rumors she created were not welcomed.
Then, she focused her gaze on a few denser “rumor yellow fogs,” indicating that these “rumor yellow fogs” were more popular.
“Magical sweet potatoes have aphrodisiac effects; the origin of magical sweet potatoes is mentioned in ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure’…”
“The author of ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure’ is a beautiful girl…”
Can this even be considered a rumor?
“The author of ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure’ is a rich person; buying a book will come with a ruby.”
Hehe, such absurd rumors that someone actually believes.
“The Emperor himself has read the original manuscript of ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure,’ directly tosses the book away, commenting that it’s trash literature; whoever reads it is a fool.”
This was a rumor Jima made; she had shown the cultural rubbish ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure’ to the Emperor through her connections, and he replied with a quite tactful letter, probably saying it was a pretty good low-tier novel.
The evaluation was too moderate, lacking any hot topics, so Jima spread a rumor that the Emperor with the butt-chin in the Adolf palace exploded in anger after reading ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure’ and threw the book out of the window, making it sound quite sensational.
Only four “rumor yellow fogs” were vibrant and should be well-nurtured.
Jima extended her hand towards a pile of lifeless “rumor yellow fogs,” and they were immediately drained, invisible winds blowing them away, “lie power” permeating into her body, but only a pitiful little.
Jima looked towards the yellow light in the distant east. Those were a few “rumor yellow fogs” with strong vitality that she had sown, diligently contributing a lot of “lie power” like hardworking cows.
Although their main source was far in the Knight Bartol kingdom, Jima’s gaze could still see their “rumor information.”
“George has 108 lovers…”
“George has a strong desire; he doesn’t reject any woman he has his eye on…”
“George was expelled from the Holy Hall because he slept with the wife of the Holy Hall’s Pope…”
“The evil green dragon attempted to seduce the dragon-slaying George but revealed its true form in bed, afterwards feeling weak; George pulled up his pants, wielded his sword, and successfully slayed the dragon…”
“George has a love child with the succubus Jima…”
All rumors revolving around George. As George became more famous, the rumors about him were increasingly gossiped about.
Since people are going to spread rumors anyway, why not me?
Jima felt no psychological burden as she reached out, directly grasping the “rumor yellow fog” stating “George has a love child with the succubus Jima,” gripping it tightly, like holding a towel fully soaked with water.
“Lie power” surged into her body, filling her up in no time.
Meanwhile, the “love child” rumor yellow fog remained vibrant.
“It seems there are quite a few strong people believing in this rumor; I must squeeze it dry today.”
Although she was now stronger and could control the power of the rumors she spread without easily making them come true, it still required her nod of approval.
But what if luck runs out?
Jima couldn’t help but feel anxious, a wave of nausea washing over her.
She injected all the “lie power” in her body into the “rumor yellow fogs” related to the book; after a few more tries, the “love child” rumor yellow fog dried up, but Jima could still feel its vitality.
Like resilient weeds, this “rumor” couldn’t be extinguished no matter how much she tried.
“Rumor spreaders are truly annoying.” Jima let go of her hand, lowering her head to look at the four “rumor yellow fogs” related to her new book, all of which had reached their limits.
The yellow light in the east dimmed significantly, as this large-scale transfer of “lie power” incurred substantial losses.
“This should definitely yield significant returns.”
Jima had previously calculated her costs and earnings; a book sold for two silver coins and five copper coins, which was already considered cheap. Deducting material costs, printing, and distributor shares, the publishing house was her own, so she didn’t have to split a large share with any publisher.
Thus she could claim a full twenty percent of the profits; it’s known that only bestselling authors can secure a ten percent share.
Jima could earn nearly five copper coins per book.
For 10,000 gold coins, she would need to sell at least 200,000 books.
Within just a little over a month, she needed to sell 200,000 books.
Even Jima couldn’t help but let out a slight sigh, no matter how optimistic.
“I’m already a platinum-level powerhouse.” Jima patted her significantly fuller chest, striving to show a smile, “Making money has to be done with a smile.”
Having just pumped herself up, Jima relaxed, looking down to notice a touch of yellow. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the rumor “Jima is pregnant, and the child’s father is George.”
Small but glaringly yellow.
“Arcanis, that long-tongued woman!” Jima reached out and pinched, forcefully snuffing out this rumor.
