Chapter 79: The Ultimate Move
“My dearest Qiao, you are really here.” A surprised female voice came from outside. “You must be the prince sent by heaven to me. This dream is real, and I… I will never let you leave again.”
To George, this voice sounded like a death knell. He was completely stunned, unable to comprehend that someone could persist in pursuing him even after reading the letter he left behind.
“She… hasn’t given up.” George said, “I made it so clear that I didn’t want her.”
“This must be the legendary true love.”
“I don’t want this true love.”
As George spoke, he unconsciously leaned against the door.
A deep, rich voice came from behind the door:
“Oh yeah, Qiao. I bought this tavern. Remember to join me for breakfast later.”
Footsteps retreated, the clearest being the heavy steps.
George shivered and said, “God of Dawn help us, we must escape to a more hidden place this time.”
Jima said nothing, scratching at the mosquito bites on her arm, looking at George pitifully.
“Alright, I can’t let you suffer anymore.” George straightened his back. “The best way to eliminate fear is to face it. I need to talk to her.”
“Good luck.”
George placed his hand on the latch of the door, turned his head, and asked:
“Jima, do you have any suggestions? What can I say to make her give up?”
“I don’t know,” Jima replied, “I’m still just a young succubus less than a month old.”
George persisted, saying, “Don’t you have any inherited memories?”
Jima looked away, her face slightly flushed, hesitatingly saying:
“I only remember one ultimate move, which should not be used until the moment of utmost despair.”
Though this wasn’t an inherited memory, it could be considered the truth.
George spread his fingers over his heart, bowed his head, and quietly prayed, then felt filled with courage and strength. He opened the door and stepped outside resolutely.
Jima set down her backpack, sat on the bed, and checked her personal information panel for her nightmare upgrade information.
“DM: You have taken a small step forward on the road to mastering the power of nightmares.”
As expected, most of the experience came from successfully implementing her own plans, rather than manipulating others.
She tapped her fingers and silently counted the time. When she reached three hundred sixty-four seconds, the door opened, and George walked into the room, looking haggard.
If he had left looking like a valiant dragon-slaying warrior, now he resembled a defeated soldier who had been bullied by a dragon countless times.
Without waiting for the concerned Jima to speak, George said:
“I… lost.”
Then he vented rapidly:
“I’ve never encountered such a stubborn person. No matter how many truths I tell her, how many times I say I don’t like her, and rationally analyze that this situation is bad for both of us, she doesn’t listen at all. She just waits for me to finish and asks, ‘Dear, how about we name our first child Qiao Lili?’ By the God of Dawn, I honestly told her that I have a shallow aesthetic and hope my wife is a beautiful and slender woman. Aside from my vow to my God, that’s the most sincere thing I’ve ever said. Yet she replied, ‘It’s okay; I believe my sincerity will move you.’ I was so foolish. I worried she might not accept my rejection, but now I realize I’m on the verge of collapse. Even the Demon King isn’t that terrifying.”
Jima almost laughed out loud, but as a succubus, she had a talent for controlling her facial muscles, maintaining a sympathetic expression as she said:
“Then why not contact her parents and let her family apply some pressure?”
“Let’s not even mention her father would probably throw me to the sea for the sharks.” George said, “I’ve already mentioned it. She said she has been a widow for over ten years, and her father is very eager for her to remarry, even if it’s a beggar on the street; her father would agree.”
Jima rested her chin on her hand, falling into thought:
“Then just ignore her. Maybe she’s just infatuated for three days.”
“She’s already bought the entire tavern and is staying right across from us.” George said, “She said that for the next year, she will stay by my side every day until I agree.”
“What a touching love story.”
“Jima! Don’t lie.”
“Actually, I have an idea.”
George’s blue eyes brightened: “What?”
“Do you mind leaving little George behind?” Before she finished, Jima couldn’t help but laugh.
“Jima! This is a serious question.” George said, “With her watching us, we’d easily get exposed.”
“That’s simple.” Jima said, “Find the Shadow King Acanis and hire someone to kill her.”
“Jima.” George said seriously: “She’s just temporarily confused, and I hope you won’t have such evil thoughts all the time.”
Jima spread her small hands and said:
“Then there’s no way.”
George plopped down in a chair, straightened his back as usual, and thought hard. After a while, he was almost pulling his hair out. With no fruitful ideas, he took out the symbol of the Sun God and pressed it to his forehead, hoping for insight from the God of Dawn.
However, the God of Dawn was oblivious to such matters.
In despair, George put down the emblem, feeling like one abandoned by the gods.
Jima, meanwhile, was bored playing with her tail. She lowered her head and patted her smooth, light golden tail back and forth with her palm.
“Jima.”
Jima raised her head, nearly startled by George being so close. He looked like a drowning person grasping at a lifeline.
“I remember you have another method. I really need your help.” George held Jima’s hand tightly, pleadingly.
There was no sign of the hero’s spirit, just a sense of relief.
Jima secretly chuckled, but a faint blush crept onto her face. She shyly turned away, struggling to say:
“There… is, but…”
“Please, this is really important to me.”
“Behavioral score of fifty points.”
“No, that doesn’t comply with the rules.”
“Then I’m very sorry.” Jima said, “That doesn’t comply with my rules either.”
“One free pass?”
“Okay, deal.”
Jima bashfully said: “It’s simple, just find a woman to act as your girlfriend so she will give up, right?”
George’s eyes lit up again, “Good idea, but who to find?”
Jima leaned on the edge of the bed, awkwardly turning her head away.
“Jima, I’m sorry to inconvenience you, but can you?”
Yes, just like that, a hapless virgin got caught.
But Jima still pretended to be reluctant, saying:
“Well, as a succubus, I should be happy, but there’s no doubt I will be viewed as an eyesore by that four-hundred-pound woman.”
“You’re right.” George sighed, “I still want to think of another way.”
Why don’t you follow the script?
Jima quickly changed her tune: “But I’ve had your help so many times; it wouldn’t hurt to be a little inconvenienced.”
“But.”
“George, just protect me. I trust you.” As she spoke, Jima looked into George’s blue eyes, tilted her head, and smiled, revealing her white little tiger teeth.
This smile, even the steadfast George, couldn’t help but have his heart tremble slightly.
“Thank you.”
“I should be the one thanking you.” Jima jumped off the bed, put on her little shoes, stretched out her small hand, suppressing her disgust, and smiled, “Hello, dear George.”
As George raised his hand to shake hers, he paused.
Jima’s heart raced, fearing George had seen through her and quickly recalled whether she had lied.
George simply took off his funnel iron glove and held Jima’s small hand with his calloused hand, saying: “Hello, dear Jima.”
“Yes, use this tone.” Jima said, “We need to agree first; I’m your childhood friend, and we’ve played together since we were little. When I was twelve, you asked me if I liked you. I shyly said no, but then I realized you took it seriously, so I hurriedly said I did like you—”
“Wait a minute, isn’t this my story with Jenna?”
“Don’t you think it’s convenient for memory? You just need to modify your childhood story with Jenna.” Mainly because it makes me happy to give you a green hat.
“That makes sense.”
As long as it’s true, you believe it, fool.
“We have a great relationship, but our families have been feuding for generations. When my father found out we were secretly meeting, he was furious and insisted I marry a gluttonous scoundrel. I fled to your house, the scoundrel was enraged and dueled with you. You agreed and defeated him in a few sword strikes, but unexpectedly, it was a trap; he ambushed three hundred assassins trying to kill you. You, furious, fought your way out, but when you saw me being kidnapped, you fell off a cliff, presumed dead.”
“Wait a minute, since the lie states our families have been feuding for generations, how could we be childhood friends?”
“It’s simple, just say we snuck out to play.”
“But as a noble lady, you would surely have many servants around you.”
“Contradictor.” Jima murmured, “Then let’s just say our families recently formed a new enmity. Alright? Can we continue?”
“Mhm.”
“Then you survived a near-death experience and were saved by a village girl. Hearing that I was going to marry the scoundrel, you stormed into the castle during the wedding and condemned his actions. He, humiliated and furious, commanded his family’s guards to kill you; you were forced to defend yourself, creating a bloody wedding. The gods, seeing the bloodshed, decreed that you could only speak one hundred and forty words a day.”
George’s mind became a bit muddled as he sighed: “Lying is really taxing.”
“You will travel the world seeking the goddess’s grace to lift the curse, while I’ll follow you.” Jima said, “Remember, you must have real feelings; otherwise, if she doesn’t believe you, you’ll never shake her off.”
“O God of Dawn.” George spread his fingers over his heart, “Please forgive my sins.”
“You didn’t violate the oath of honesty.”
“But I violated its spirit.”
“Then will you marry the four-hundred-pound woman or act with me?”
“Act with you.”
“Then good.” Jima tossed her dark hair over her shoulder, “My dear fiancé George, are you ready?”
