Chapter 175: The Disc
“My wish is very simple.
“Fix it and ensure it allows me to return to my original world.”
The intact disc fell into Ji Ma’s hands. It felt like jade, seamless, with cracks that had long since disappeared. It still held some warmth, feeling nice to the touch.
Ji Ma’s hands trembled a bit. If nothing unexpected happened, she would be able to return to Earth.
How many years had passed on Earth?
Had cars flown into the sky?
What about my ex-girlfriend, that b*tch? Had she turned to dust long ago?
I need to prepare some soul-calling spells. If she’s dead, I can bring her back and torment her properly.
As Ji Ma pondered, she carefully placed the disc back into her dimensional space bag.
Not far away, George, wrapped in bandages, stirred.
A pale yellow light fell upon his face, not only illuminating him but also a pile of medicine jars, a table of dishes, a luxurious blanket, a bathtub, and a bright red feather bed.
There were also several gilded tables and chairs.
Had this been an ordinary cave with stalactites atop, it could rival a grand mansion.
George was mumbling in his sleep, saying: “Frostleaf… Jenna… won…”
“Sweet dreams,” Ji Ma granted him a dream without succubi, listening to him mumble, clearly comfortable.
Suddenly, George frowned and uttered Ji Ma’s name: “Ji Ma… Demon Lord… Ki Ma!”
Cold sweat streamed down his handsome face, and his body shook violently, struggling against the invisible restraints.
Ji Ma got up from the chair, her long legs stepping onto the high-backed chair, stretching lazily and moving her joints while casting a seductive gaze at George.
His struggles grew increasingly intense as he forced out a few words between his teeth: “Ki Ma! Die!”
“How terrifying,” Ji Ma said, pressing her index finger against her fiery red lips, which were plump and soft. “So pitiful. You could have easily enjoyed a full ten hours of sleep without an ounce of fatigue, yet you insist on tormenting yourself. Why not enjoy?”
As she spoke, Ji Ma slowly approached George, dressed in a high-slit fiery red evening dress. With each step, the soft fabric slid down her smooth thighs. She knelt down, kissed George’s forehead, and whispered, “Continue sleeping.”
Just as she left, George suddenly opened his blue eyes, glaring at her with a piercing gaze.
“Ji Ma!”
“Oh dear, you’re awake?” Ji Ma ignored his murderous glare. “Seems like you’re recovering quite well, as expected of you.”
With his hands wrapped in bandages, George pushed himself up, and Ji Ma pressed her hand down on his shoulder, saying, “Patients should lie still.”
“What malicious curse did you cast on me?”
“Just a little curse to suppress your fighting power,” Ji Ma replied. “Now you only possess the strength of an adult man and can’t even wield your sword.”
His gaze fixated on Ji Ma’s head.
A pitch-black crown tooth floated above her, encircled by a half-circle of ethereal royal mantle, with only one crown tooth compelling all obsessive-compulsives to collect crown fragments.
He said, “If only I could strangle you back then.”
“Afraid my blood would dirty your sword? Why not use the handle instead?” Ji Ma smiled, pointing to her crown: “Just strike down with force, crack! You could lead a happy life afterwards.”
“You still have a chance to turn back.”
“You speak as if I’m the one tied up like a mummy on the ground,” Ji Ma extended her sleek tail, lightly touching George’s chest. “Right now, your life is in my hands. What? Not considering begging for mercy a little?”
Suddenly, George threw his head back and bit at Ji Ma’s tail, but Ji Ma quickly dodged, her tail slipping swiftly from between his teeth.
Ji Ma exclaimed, “I know you like tails, but I didn’t expect your taste to be so twisted.”
“Shut up.”
George looked at Ji Ma. She was now a mature woman, her breasts ample and perky, and her height allowed ample space to display her enchanting curves.
He said, “You were once a disgusting, lewd, bald man.”
“Uh huh.”
“Now you’re as alluring as a prostitute. Despicable.”
“How sad. Someone is saying this about his fiancée,” Ji Ma laughed lightly, covering her mouth.
“Stop avoiding it.” George said: “The thought that inside this body I once loved resides the soul of an evil, disgusting man makes me want to jump into the river and scrub this skin off.”
“Do you think that will hurt me?” Ji Ma said. “In over a year, I’ve been a man, and I’ve been knocked down time and again. I’m numb now, and you expect to hurt me with your weak and feeble words?”
As she spoke, Ji Ma couldn’t help but laugh.
“What are you laughing at?”
“You don’t even know what’s coming,” Ji Ma’s hands and tail began to gently caress George’s body.
“What do you want? Get your filthy hands off me!”
“Of course, it’s the things couples love to do,” Ji Ma said, laughing. “Now please remember my original appearance, a bald, broken-lipped guy. For so long, you’ve had me beneath you, and as soon as I dared to fight back, you’d pin me down…
“You jerk, the tables have turned, and now it’s my turn to pin you down.”
“You disgusting succubus, get your hands off me!”
“Your body is very honest,” Ji Ma skillfully continued. “Your body doesn’t obey you. And if you keep talking dirty, I’ll just have to gag your mouth.”
George could only watch helplessly as Ji Ma stood up, parted her legs, and positioned herself on top of him, gripping her high-slit red dress, lifting it…
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The battle was intense.
Ji Ma felt as if she were riding on the back of a raging wild bull.
The bull was muscular, violently twisting its body and stamping its hooves, trying to throw her off.
Ji Ma’s strong legs clamped tightly onto the bull’s back, swaying her body to maintain balance as it bucked hard enough to throw someone off.
This bull was truly ferocious and difficult to tame.
Its strength was immense, and its movements forceful, as it arched its back, almost sending Ji Ma flying into the air. Meanwhile, it kicked its hind legs upward, trying to toss her off.
Thanks to her years of experience and strong physique, Ji Ma managed to stay on the bull’s back.
Finally, the bull exhausted itself, dripping with sweat and feeling the muscles underneath relax.
Ji Ma gasped for breath, sweat dripping from her chin. Her bottom was numb, and as she clamped her legs, the bull no longer tried to throw her off but instead collapsed wearily to the ground, signaling Ji Ma’s victory.
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“I won,” Ji Ma panted, rolling onto her side, legs spread wide, hands planted on the ground.
“You will lose,” George said. “The Eternal Chosen One will not spare you. It’s absolutely impossible for you to collaborate with him. I know you demons.”
“You understand this demon better than I do,” Ji Ma rubbed against George. “Of course, I understand, but unfortunately, I’m done playing with you. The eternal battle between good and evil is truly exhausting.”
“What do you intend to do?”
“Why should I tell you?” Ji Ma said. “Didn’t you just dismiss me? They say exes are enemies, and I’m actually being quite nice to you.”
“You nearly killed me.”
“Yes, because I’m a bad woman,” Ji Ma smiled at George without a hint of guilt, “but it’s fine to tell you. Unless you agree to one thing.”
“I will never agree to anything from you, you filthy liar.”
“Whether you agree or not is up to you,” Ji Ma said. “Just promise me not to spread my darkest secrets everywhere.”
“No, I will report it.”
But Ji Ma was in a good mood. The ‘bull-riding’ contest felt quite nice, and she was warm all over.
“As a price, I’ll tell you why I’m so fearless,” she said, waving her hand as if swatting away a fly. “Ah, that damned Eternal Chosen One has sent his minions to search for me.
“Hehe, let them look in the wrong place a hundred times.”
George replied, “So you’re going to keep running away? I like a saying: you can win a hundred times, but only lose once.”
“If I remember correctly, I was the one who said that when I led a bunch of cavalry against a load of infantry. They were strong and died tragically,” Ji Ma replied. “So do you really think I would expect to use deceptive divination to escape for a lifetime?”
“Then what is your plan?”
“Learn to talk in circles, huh?” Ji Ma smiled. “Remember your promise.”
“I didn’t agree.”
“Simple enough. As long as I escape this damned world and go to another dimension, won’t that suffice?” Ji Ma said. “This world is simply terrible, underpopulated, undeveloped, and embroiled in constant war. Living here is difficult.”
“Impossible,” George said. “According to astronomers, there is no life on the nearby celestial bodies.”
“Your knowledge is broad,” Ji Ma said. “But let’s not go into that. Women, especially beautiful ones, always have a few secrets.”
“You were a man, once.”
“Then remember, I once had my way with you,” Ji Ma declared. “And I really dislike you continually bringing that up. Consider this a little punishment, George. How naïve of you to lose to me.”
As she spoke, Ji Ma’s hand touched George, damp bandages, as the power of the curse surged in, draining his strength.
George gradually felt weak. “What are you doing?”
Ji Ma cradled George’s head, pulling him against her chest and said, “Let’s play house. You’re so lucky, little baby, come here to mommy…”
Unfortunately, George no longer had the strength to speak.
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“I am the envoy of the Lord of Metamorphosis.”
The Weaver of Fate appeared before the Eternal Chosen One, his two blue heads glancing left and right, both blind. Holding a staff, the top of which opened up a thick, yellowed book filled with the words of the Lord of Metamorphosis.
“What scheme is he up to now?” The Eternal Chosen One spoke coldly. “Step aside; I need to find that succubus, your master’s lackey.”
“I have seen the future; you won’t find her,” said the head on the right. “If you keep searching, the destruction army will inevitably collapse due to infighting.”
“This is also your master’s scheme,” the Eternal Chosen One responded. “I warn you one last time.”
“My master hasn’t intervened. Throughout your struggle, he sincerely hopes you will initiate the apocalypse. He has bestowed you blessings, replicating the crown fragments through lies.”
The Weaver of Fate extended his left hand, opening it to reveal a pitch-black crown fragment resting in his palm, identical to Ji Ma’s: “She is my master’s chosen one. Through her, my master replicated the crown fragment.”
“What is the cost?”
“There is no cost, only one tiny flaw,” the Weaver of Fate said. “A fake cannot become real; once the real one confronts the fake, the fake will disappear. Other than that, it is identical to the real thing.”
“Take it away!”
The Weaver of Fate, Carlos, flapped his wings and blinked, teleporting into the sky, showering down blue feathers, saying, “I see the future; you will take this fake crown fragment.”
