Chapter 211 Chapter 206 Guilt
“Ah, brothers, someone slapped me.”
The female主播 sat back down, resting her chin on one hand, showcasing the clear five-finger marks on her face to the audience.
“Production Team’s Donkey” felt a burning pain on his face and quickly closed the webpage.
Clearly, he had never met that distant person, so why did he slap her?
He felt unsettled, staring at the computer screen, muscle memory taking over as he browsed the web and clicked on videos, treating the video audio as background noise.
He didn’t know how much time passed.
Summoning his courage, he reopened the live streaming website, intending to find the female主播 and apologize.
But after searching the homepage, he found nothing. “Production Team’s Donkey” had just randomly clicked into a female主播’s room and never remembered the room name, and there were many female broadcasters selling their faces on the live streaming site.
That innocent female主播 who had been slapped vanished into the vast sea of broadcasters.
“Production Team’s Donkey” didn’t give up; he searched “female主播 live slap” on Baidu and came up with a pile of irrelevant results.
Unmotivated to continue searching online, he opened a notepad and saw the threatening words.
What kind of existence could randomly choose him and demand that he slap a hundred people?
Thinking it over, “Production Team’s Donkey” decided to call the police. He picked up his phone, hesitated for a moment, then dialed 110, the first time in his life he called that number.
As the phone emitted a “beep beep beep” before connecting, “Production Team’s Donkey” quickly considered how to prove himself—should he record the screen and find another主播 to slap?
The call connected, and an indistinct male and female voice came from the phone:
“Friendly reminder, if the Chosen One attempts to betray your deity, you shall die a painful death with mushrooms growing on your feet.”
These words felt as if someone was whispering them right into his ear, the cold tone piercing through his ear canal, chilling “Production Team’s Donkey” to the bone.
His hand shook, dropping the phone onto the table.
The phone appeared normal, but for some reason, it switched to speaker mode automatically:
“As a Chosen One, betraying your god will result in a painful death.”
“Production Team’s Donkey” quickly reached out to end the call, only to realize he was drenched in cold sweat.
His heart raced as he saw the group chat where the boss persistently posted replies in a mysterious tone: “This is me.”
Normally, he would have interacted with that.
But now he couldn’t be bothered; he felt that the cheerful daily interactions in the group were far removed from him.
“Production Team’s Donkey” did not dare oppose the unknown existence’s will. He randomly found some people online to slap.
The feeling was not pleasant. He looked at each ID, recalling the female主播 holding her reddened face. He clicked on another ID and stared, a blurry face appearing on his screen as he waved his hand lightly.
An unpleasant sensation shot through his palm. One could imagine another innocent person far away getting slapped on their unsuspecting face.
“Production Team’s Donkey” added a number to the notepad.
He continued searching, and at that moment, he saw a cover on B Battle Video’s homepage featuring a car.
“Production Team’s Donkey” suddenly thought that if the person he slapped was a driver behind the wheel, wouldn’t that be harming someone?
Thinking this, he tried to look for someone who wasn’t driving. He painstakingly checked the other person’s past statements and, after confirming they weren’t driving, he slapped them.
However, after slapping three more people, he felt drained by the online act, and his stomach growled. Looking at the number on the notepad, he felt that the target of a hundred seemed utterly unreachable.
He was tired and didn’t want to see the glowing computer screen for a while.
Stepping outside alone, he went for a meal, thinking a lot along the way. Upon seeing the hundred-mark target, a headache started to bear down on him again.
He hastily updated, finishing fewer than three thousand words, and thought to himself: There’s no deadline, so I might as well take a break today and continue tomorrow.
With that, “Production Team’s Donkey” happily opened a game and played until three in the morning, then took a shower and went to bed.
The next day.
In the morning, with the intention of updating twice, he lingered without putting pen to paper, looking at the hundred target. He glanced outside; it was still bright.
There might be people driving during the day, so he decided to wait.
Thus, “Production Team’s Donkey” procrastinated until evening. After finishing the update, feeling it was too late, he didn’t slap anyone, going to shower and sleep with a restless heart.
On the third day.
“Production Team’s Donkey” saw a news item on Zhihu: “How should one evaluate a female driver in Yizhou who claims someone slapped her?”
He felt an electric shock and clicked on the question, reading the simple description.
In Yizhou, a female driver driving alone suddenly steered onto the sidewalk, injuring four or five people.
“Production Team’s Donkey” felt a wave of guilt wash over him, realizing he had committed a heinous crime. He took a few deep breaths, barely keeping his emotions in check.
He saw that the responses, for the most part, were critiques of the female driver from societal, cultural, scientific, geographical, physical, and mathematical perspectives.
Or they started debating discrimination issues.
Unable to resist, “Production Team’s Donkey” wrote a reply:
“Is it possible? She really did have a slap on her face, but the unscrupulous media is distorting the truth, waiting for a twist later…”
At the mention of “unscrupulous,” “Production Team’s Donkey” felt quite guilty, thinking himself quite shameless.
“I think it’s possible for someone to slap another person through the screen.”
After finishing, he posted his reply.
He was just a nobody, and no one read it.
“Production Team’s Donkey” looked at the target of one hundred on his notepad and felt a headache coming. He was now just praying in his mind that the inexplicable malign god who found him had a very blunt perception of time…
At this very moment.
In a five-star hotel.
Ji Ma was unhappy.
Yesterday, she met her biological father Xu Zhiqiang in the hospital room. With a wave of his hand, two million in treatment fees were transferred at once. After that, she spent almost the entire day in the hospital room, finding nothing to talk about with her biological father Xu Zhiqiang.
She had thought she would make up for the regrets of her past life and heal her soul’s wounds.
But there was nothing, she looked at her biological father Xu Zhiqiang as if he were a stranger, someone randomly picked up from the street. She tried to convince herself and managed to feel a tiny bit of kinship towards her biological father Xu Zhiqiang.
This kind of kinship was already quite foreign to her.
Thinking that since she had already seen him and the treatment fees had been paid, she might as well let things be for now.
Once her biological father Xu Zhiqiang recovered, hmm, she would spend more time with him, making up for the regrets of her past life, and more importantly, healing her soul wounds.
But her biological father Xu Zhiqiang told her he was having surgery tomorrow and needed her to keep him company, and after asking for details,
Ji Ma was unwilling deep down.
Because of that, she not only had to help her biological father Xu Zhiqiang change his urine bag but also had to spend the night on a simple bed in the hallway.
She suggested that she had something to do and wanted to hire someone to replace her.
Her biological father Xu Zhiqiang asked what it was, was it work-related?
Ji Ma didn’t want to lie to her blood relative and answered honestly that she had quit her job a long time ago.
Her biological father Xu Zhiqiang then sarcastically commented, “You just leave me here in bed, and if you don’t look after me, I might die, and then you’ll be off the hook.”
These words struck a chord in Ji Ma, and she immediately agreed to stay with him.
But a thorn formed in her heart.
Now, she was sitting on the icebox in her room.
Under the glass of the icebox lay Wan Ziqi’s frozen body.
She pointed her long fingers at the glass, pointing at the nose of the corpse inside and said:
“You really are a useless thing.”
“Leaving so many messes for me to clean up, it’s so annoying.”
“Wan Ziqi, Wan Ziqi, why was your life such a failure?”
The black-framed glasses on Wan Ziqi’s face tilted to one side, her eyes staring blankly at Ji Ma who sat outside.
After scolding her former self, Ji Ma felt a little better.
Now, to heal the wounds of her soul, according to her understanding, merely taking revenge was not enough; she had to reverse her previous failures and become a successful person.
And to become a successful person, money was crucial. She planned to use a large sum of money to intimidate the stepmother she had yet to meet, directly buying her way to success.
Money like this consumed magical power, and magical power required burdens of pain.
Speaking of burdens of pain, Ji Ma thought of “Production Team’s Donkey.” She remembered that this person who earned her painful powers and tested the boundaries of power hadn’t brought her much painful power.
Ji Ma opened her personal system, glancing at the remaining magical power, which was still 33%.
Goodness, why is her second Chosen One so pathetic?
Ji Ma initially thought that a mere mortal granted such great power would surely be over the moon, slapping people every day.
But Ji Ma blinked and did a divination.
She found that “Production Team’s Donkey” had only slapped twenty-two people in the last three days.
Only twenty-two people?
Not to mention harvesting painful powers, not even a stir in the national machinery. He was truly useless, wasting the power she had given him.
Ji Ma decided to communicate as the “female evil god” with her second Chosen One. She closed her eyes and easily connected with “Production Team’s Donkey” through the “Rite of Profanation.”
“My chosen mortal! Why have you yet to bring suffering to the world?”
“Y-You… who are you?”
“The nobly unrivaled existence that granted you power.”
“Take it away, quickly take it away, I don’t want it!”
“You haven’t shown basic courtesy to your god.” Ji Ma snapped her fingers.
From afar, “Production Team’s Donkey,” who was challenging his updates, suddenly felt weak all over, his body going limp in the chair, as if a python was squeezing his chest, making it hard to breathe.
“I’m… going to die…”
“You are far from death.” Ji Ma replied, “I can torture you for a bit longer.”
“Production Team’s Donkey” found it hard to breathe as he felt his ribs shattering, his life slipping away from him.
“I’m really going to die.”
“Then die. I’ll choose the next one.”
As “Production Team’s Donkey” felt life slipping away from him,
his breathing suddenly became easier, strength returning to his limp body, but the pain from the earlier torment still lingered within him, causing lingering dread.
Ji Ma felt that punishment should come with some driving force.
She checked “Production Team’s Donkey’s” memories through the contact of the “Rite of Profanation,” targeting the right points, and stirred his greed, saying:
“You pity those people, but do you know? You are no longer of the same species as those mortals.”
