Chapter 209 Chapter 204 Do We Need to Make a Big News
The trunk door of the taxi was wide open, filled with a freezer. Ji Ma was sitting in the back seat, leaning against the backrest, inhaling the fragrant air from the car’s air freshener, while watching the approaching road outside the window.
Just thinking about being closer to her father on the sickbed made Ji Ma quite nervous. She felt anxious and restless inside; how was she supposed to face her biological father from her previous life? She couldn’t even clearly remember what he looked like.
So, she decided to find an inn to stay at today and would go see him tomorrow.
After making the decision, Ji Ma patted the driver’s shoulder in front and said, “Driver, change the destination, take me directly to the best inn in the city.”
“Inn?” The taxi driver found the way this passenger spoke a bit strange.
“I mean a place to stay, I want the best.” Ji Ma said, “Remember, it’s called a hotel.”
“Got it, aren’t you a local?”
“My family is from a county under Long City.” Ji Ma said, “But I haven’t been back to my hometown for a long time.”
After postponing for a day, Ji Ma felt a little less anxious inside.
She leaned back against the seat, her horn bumping against the back seat, making her straighten up, which was quite uncomfortable.
Ji Ma silently vowed that she would definitely have a spacious big vehicle one day.
It should be bigger than this narrow little car, capable of carrying at least a dozen maids of different styles and ages to serve her in turns.
Having momentarily calmed her inner greed with this fantasy.
Ji Ma opened her personal system and looked at her remaining magical power: 37%.
After deducting the current soul injury warning line, she had 25% left, which was one quarter.
Unconsciously, she had used up so much precious magic power.
Ji Ma couldn’t help but open her phone again, her two thumbs alternating as she swiftly criticized others online. She was no longer attacking those related to cold weapons and combat since the audience there was too small.
She switched to the gaming sector to criticize others, rating their shooting skills as terrible, not even reaching one percent of hers and criticizing their reaction times as slow, not even reaching one thousandth of hers.
This successfully provoked widespread anger, facing numerous challenges of “If you’re so good, why don’t you do it?”
Ji Ma uploaded her gaming video, shooting games. In Ji Ma’s view, these games were simple to the point of being idiotic, just aim at the opponent’s head and fire twice, and the opponent would die without even needing to engage the brain.
Naturally, mortals could not comprehend the reaction speed of extraordinary beings, and ten out of ten accused her of cheating.
Now, Ji Ma was fueling the fire, saying she would post clap gifs and recorded clips later to slap them in the face one by one.
She had just sent out the comment when she felt a faint pain energy; this bit of pain energy barely allowed her to use her ID for divination. Thinking of this, Ji Ma immediately lost interest and tossed her phone aside.
She muttered to herself, “I’m just using tactical diligence to cover up strategic laziness.”
Now that she had tested the boundaries of power, wider than she had imagined, how could she just play at small games?
A face-slapping video, at most, would only be viewed by fifty or sixty thousand people.
Even though online, I used verbal attacks on a bunch of people, letting that group of mortals feel a bit of discomfort, but what did this kind of pain really count for? Not even a hair was hurt, not a drop of blood was shed.
Could it be that I can only sell my body?
Ji Ma was confident that by selling her body and with a bit of supernatural ability, she could quickly become a million-level streamer. At the same time, it was also very discreet, for the internet was never short of soft porn female streamers.
But thinking about how she had risked her life and fought hard in another world for so many years, to come back and rely on entertaining others to survive, Ji Ma felt quite displeased.
Did that group of mortals also deserve to be enchanted by me?
Recalling the brazen and lewd comments in her stream’s bullet chat, Ji Ma felt even more unhappy.
Pain—only inflicting suffering that could truly affect another’s real self would allow her to gain real pain energy and restore her magic power.
There was only one way to do that: to spread curses.
But this would inevitably attract the attention of state machinery.
Imagine, hundreds of thousands of people across the country being cursed at the same time.
Compared to that, the previous poisoning incidents and tricking Lin Feng were like a speck of dust landing on a calm lake.
If a small stone were thrown in, who knows what might rise up from the depths of the lake, a dragon perhaps.
She needed to test this time with a small stone.
Ji Ma pondered but knew she couldn’t throw it herself.
The first person she thought of was her first “chosen one”—Lin Feng.
Now, as a diamond-level female evil god, she could grant someone a “Defilement Gift,” sharing part of her powers with someone. In exchange, she could better control her chosen one, knowing his whereabouts, understanding his thoughts, or even using the “Defilement Gift” for counter-curse punishment with some strange effects.
These had all been verified with Lin Feng.
But then, Ji Ma shook her head.
If Lin Feng attracted the attention of the state machinery, they would be able to trace it back to her through transaction records.
No matter what could be traced, if it could avoid state scrutiny, she would keep it out of sight.
She still needed to find a scapegoat, to be her proxy.
But who to choose?
As Ji Ma thought while messing around with her phone, she accidentally opened QQ and saw the group she joined a few days ago, named “Not a Hard Worker Group,” had 99+ unread messages.
This group was initially added for understanding Lin Feng; he certainly had no idea that a mysterious entity would share the same group with him and even downloaded a few of the pictures he sent.
Noticing that the group had over four hundred members, Ji Ma thought of a good idea.
Why not just pick a lucky winner from there? That way, no one would trace it back to her.
Ji Ma browsed through the group members list, her gaze landing on the group leader.
The group leader was undoubtedly the one with the most authority among the four hundred members, so she would go for her.
Ji Ma thought, winking at the group leader’s ID “Donkey of Production Team,” and instantly received detailed information about her.
“Monthly income only 3,100 yuan? Profession is a writer, barely counts as a peer. With such an oily face and acne, and a really poor sense of style.”
After critiquing him, Ji Ma intended to switch to someone else.
At least pick a beauty, someone pleasing to the eye.
But then Ji Ma thought, “I’ve already divined.”
She pointed her finger, sending a special curse directly to the group leader “Donkey of Production Team.”
“Donkey of Production Team” is not literally a donkey but describes someone who is diligent. As the saying goes, the more one lacks something, the more they like to say it.
“Donkey of Production Team” wasn’t exactly a diligent writer.
He relied on being a writer of niche genres about transformations and marriage, banking on reader tolerance and affection, constantly slacking off. Just yesterday, he firmly declared he would update twice, but even after getting up early, it was already noon, and he hadn’t written even a single word.
“Donkey of Production Team,” who was in a rental room that was quite cheap and spacious, had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a balcony.
The most expensive item in the entire room was his computer, and the second most expensive was the ergonomic chair he was sitting on, with every other part of the room cut to the bone.
Comfortably leaning back in his chair, he browsed the web, occasionally tapping the keyboard to contribute his meager efforts to the online world.
He glanced at the lower right corner and saw that it was already one in the afternoon.
It was so late; he originally planned to write a chapter in the morning… “Donkey of Production Team” thought, feeling acutely short on time.
To save time, he picked up his phone and ordered takeout.
While waiting for the food, he decided to watch a short video, then check out some game background stories, browsing through forums.
Damn, this idiot is talking nonsense?
“Donkey of Production Team” leaned forward, hands pounding on the keyboard noisily.
The door chimed, only once.
“Donkey of Production Team” sprang up like Pavlov’s dog at the sound of the bell, mouth watering and yelled, “Coming, coming!”
Opening the door, it was indeed the takeout.
This writer, who worked less than two hours a day, sympathetically told the delivery guy, “Thanks for your hard work,” then eagerly shut the door, eating the takeout while venting his frustrations.
He hadn’t vented yet because he had been blocked.
“If only I could slap that dumbass through the screen…” he mumbled through his food, “I’d be invincible.”
At that moment, a pop-up window appeared on his computer screen: “Do you want to understand the meaning of life?”
