Chapter 208 Chapter 203 Blood-red Dawn (Part Two)
Amid the cries of hundreds of widowers, George’s reputation spread swiftly like the wind, carried by ships, vehicles, and airships.
Everyone was vividly recounting the deeds of “Blood-red Dawn” (George’s nickname).
Some said he was a prince of an ancient empire, who unfortunately fell victim to betrayal by his lover who poisoned him, descending into slavery and losing his chastity. In his rage, he killed thousands, and the cries of the widowers were at one point louder than the waves of the sea.
Now he was rescuing men enslaved like himself while searching for that heartless person.
In the transmission of this tale, the rumors quickly twisted.
The part about losing his chastity, after several iterations of embellishment, turned into a story where George was captured and brutally violated, thus changing his character drastically. He swore to crush the heartless person named “Jima.”
After further revisions, it became that even the entire military camp’s female soldiers had defiled him. Even the most lowly of servants could defile his beautiful body, and slaving marks were carved on him, marking him as a debauched man.
Listeners marveled, their imaginations running wild, and sighed that this man truly had a tumultuous fate.
Meanwhile, George’s miraculous ability to kill fifty men in a single move quickly grew in exaggeration.
Many claimed they had personally witnessed George scattering flowers upon the treacherous female soldiers who broke their promises, turning them into arrows and killing many of the stationed soldiers. The bodies were carted away in wagonloads.
A wandering bard, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but sigh:
“He must be a beauty-loving man; to commit murder with flowers surely means he despises the sight of ugly bloodshed. What a pity that such a kind-hearted, beautiful man has been betrayed…”
Inspired, she began to sing.
Within her song, she sculpted George into a noble and powerful knight. He was rich in chivalric spirit; despite being defiled, whenever the enemy surrendered, he would not kill, only setting free those who promised to confess their sins.
However, the ugly and malicious people exploited his goodness, taking hostages, forcing him to comply, and left multiple wounds on him.
Even so, in the face of those who broke promises, George scattered petals and took their lives.
As the tale continued to evolve, a beloved character of beauty, strength, and tragedy sprang to life on the pages, infused with more enjoyable elements of violence and sensuality.
Everyone began to wonder who that heartless person named “Jima” really was. She must be tall and strong, with a handsome appearance that belied her wicked heart, capable of deceiving the naive, innocent, and good-hearted “Blood-red Dawn.”
The rumors reached the royal court deep in the forest.
The noble Duke Cardona lay in bed, patting his cousin Renji’s shoulder from afar, asking, “Do you know about Blood-red Dawn?”
“My dear cousin, even the stones in your courtyard are aware.”
“Good, let’s see who can kiss the lips of ‘Blood-red Dawn’ first,” she said. “He should do it willingly, but if not, that works too.”
“Cousin, are you humiliating yourself again?” Renji smoothed her golden hair, her skin a lovely shade of wheat, with a “handsome” face. “Last time we negotiated, you lost terribly; you couldn’t handle the fourth dark-skinned man, tsk tsk tsk.”
“You did that on purpose. You must have drugged me!”
Last time in negotiations, the two sides reached a stalemate, and Duke Cardona proposed a bet, gathering ten well-trained Black slaves. They had undergone rigorous training, throwing away male morals to become men focused solely on physicality.
The conditions of the bet were simple: they would compete to see who was more skilled in that area, with the two women lying on the table, commanding the slaves to serve them, facing off to see who could last longer.
In the end, Duke Cardona lost and was unable to lift her head in front of Renji, secretly looking for an opportunity to regain her standing and prove herself.
“Cousin, you really are inexplicable.”
“Seeing my recent breakthroughs, are you scared? I can handle ten men now,” Cardona said, patting her firm abdomen. “So, do you dare to bet with me?”
“I just happen to be interested in Blood-red Dawn too,” Renji said, squinting her large eyes. “What an interesting woman.”
“Woman?”
“I’m talking about Jima,” Renji said. “I want to know which scoundrel could enchant the mind of Blood-red Dawn.”
“You reminded me,” Cardona said, clapping her hands. “If we can find Jima, maybe Blood-red Dawn would spend an unforgettable night with me.”
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“I now suspect that Jima isn’t in this world.”
George said to Litith, “Although the people here aren’t as strong as in my original world, I haven’t seen any traces left by Jima, and I’m starting to doubt if she’s your fellow countrywoman.”
“She definitely is,” Litith said. “She’s a great liar, always hiding things from me.”
“Then why is she thinking of coming back?” George asked. “She only likes women.”
Litith shrugged. “Maybe she thinks women in your world are too masculine and wants to play big—what a terrifying lesbian.”
George frowned, thinking that Jima was originally a man. Hmm, in this world, men could be seen as women.
Had she been hurt by the women of this world before? So after crossing over, she sought to mistreat women?
But the more he thought, the more confused he became. On the one hand, he had to remind himself of which world the men belonged to; on the other hand, he had to reconstruct Jima’s emotional journey.
“Hey, George. You absolutely have to find Jima,” Litith said. “If your world is destroyed, that would be truly terrible.”
“Don’t you miss your hometown?”
Litith said:
“Hometown? I don’t want to go home. Do you know? Ever since I returned home, I’ve received at least thirteen challenges, and I’ve been hit in the face five times! Just because I’m now your personal aide, so many women want to fight for this position!
“If I were in your world, I could just wiggle my fingers and a bunch of men would start fighting each other just to kiss me.”
George shook his head, indicating he didn’t understand.
At this moment, a commotion erupted outside, voices clamoring loudly, shouting praises like, “Praise, let Anna!” and so on.
“Who is it?”
George opened the tent flap, and behind him, the flag with the dawn symbol was waving, marking his temporary knight order.
By the tent entrance, a deep-featured, long-legged, armored knight, utterly unsoiled, said: “It must be some rogue with ill intentions towards you, my lord.”
Not far away, amidst a group of about ten cavalrymen, a female knight, broad-shouldered with wheat-colored skin, tall and mounted on a warhorse, upon seeing George, tossed a prisoner off her horse right in front of him, declaring,
“Beautiful and noble gentleman, this shameless knight has slandered your purity and virtue and has been taught a lesson by me.”
The prisoner rolled a few times on the ground, the deformed helmet falling off, revealing a bloodied head.
“I sincerely apologize for startling you.” The well-endowed female knight jumped down from her steed and approached George, saying, “Please allow me to follow you and fight for you. You’re headed to the Kingdom of Catine, right? Coincidentally, several dukes are my relatives.”
George felt a bit complicated. Before he could speak,
A metal glove smashed down onto the well-endowed female knight’s helmet.
Another female knight approached, similarly well-endowed—almost all the female knights showed off the two peaks of their armor.
She fumed, “Ha! You just grab any rogue, and you think you can covet the ‘Dawn’ gentleman? I see you have ill intentions and are not qualified to join the ‘Dawn’s Blade Knight Order.’”
George sighed and helplessly corrected her: “It’s the Dawn Knight Order.”
Unfortunately, no one listened to him.
The two knights immediately started quarreling, vying to prove themselves in front of George, and quickly began to duel.
Mounted on warhorses, with lances drawn, neither was weak—certainly, they were the type George couldn’t separate by sheer strength.
It quickly descended into spoils of “female competition,” leaving George feeling complicated. In the end, he had to intervene with force to stop the duel—they almost killed each other.
George had no choice but to agree to let them both join the knight order and extend his hand for the local customs.
“From now on, I will fight for your honor.” The first female knight half-knelt before him, kissing his right hand.
The second female knight also half-knelt, leaning forward slightly to intentionally reveal a hint of her cleavage, seemingly showcasing that her chest was real, unlike many whose armor was merely empty.
She kissed George’s left hand and stealthily licked it with her tongue: “I will surely teach that despicable woman a good lesson.”
George withdrew both hands and turned to Litith, saying: “I really want to go back.”
Even after living in this other world for months, the mismatch of identities still made it hard for George to accept.
He couldn’t help but wonder if when Kima transformed into Jima, she felt the same way.
Litith looked at the two new female knights and said, “George, is the standard for joining the knight order that one must be beautiful?”
“Hey! Who are you referring to?” The new female knight was angry. “Who are you calling beautiful? You old man.”
“Sorry, I meant you’re handsome.”
“You think Dawn—”
“Call me George, thanks.”
“Can I call you Joe?”
“No, I already have a fiancée.”
“I have no intention of ruining your sacred engagement.” The new female knight didn’t mind at all, “I believe George is not a shallow person who only cares about looks, because only handsome knights have the courage to join the Dawn Knight Order.”
It must be related to those rumors.
George couldn’t help but mutter: “Who framed me as a man who only looks at appearances and gets fooled by beauty…”
While George was still worried about finding Jima,
Jima pushed a wheeled ice chest out of the airport.
The ice chest was a generous “donation” from the convenience store owner.
The glass was polished clean; everyone’s eyes could see through the glass at what was inside.
But nobody could see the corpse of Wan Ziqi inside the ice chest, and no one felt that Jima was particularly strange.
Jima made a phone call to Wan Ziqi’s superior:
“Hello, is it Ani? How are things going? How’s the investigation into the poisoning case?”
Ani, Jima, poured out the water from his cup, deceiving him that there was poison in the water, so to repay a life-saving kindness, Ani immediately fired Jima with lightning speed.
“No clues? Can you give me the police’s phone number? Um… thank you.”
Jima called the number of the police officer in charge of the poisoning case, telling a small lie that she only found out that it had been filed and there were absolutely no leads. She then said thank you and hung up.
In her personal system, she noted: “The poisoning case and the wealthy man haven’t noticed anything extraordinary.”
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End of update 6/6
I still need at least one more chapter as a reward update this month.
