Chapter 214: Chapter 209: Misfortune Does Not Come Alone
Ji Ma had a brief exchange with Lin Feng, during which Lin Feng expressed a small dissatisfaction—why could the owner of the dog group easily have the ability to slap across IDs and create blue pills?
Ji Ma took a moment to explain what it meant to not question the divine, nearly leaving a psychological shadow on Lin Feng. She also stated that money, as a worldly item, is both important and not important; more crucial is Lin Feng’s devout and extreme pursuit.
As for the specifics, he had to think for himself.
After saying this, she asked Lin Feng for money.
Lin Feng thought for a moment, initially wanting to give fifteen million, but feeling that Ji Ma’s words had a reasonable basis, he ended up transferring only five million to her.
He said that this five million was all earned through his diligent efforts.
Ji Ma was quite pleased, using a bit of magic to grant him a trivial ability.
That night, in the group that was not a bit laborious, over ten members all had nightmares, in which they had to chase down a tall and attractive woman. They worked in the paddy fields like old oxen, diligently toiling away.
Farming was hard and tiring, and the sun was scorching.
The next morning, everyone woke up to find their blankets and mats soaked; everyone was exhausted, and a few university students even took leave.
Good things come in pairs; not only did Lin Feng’s money arrive, but also Fang Shiyun’s money, accompanied by a short message.
Through the text, it seemed one could see the pure and kind Fang Shiyun crying and lamenting in front of them.
How much she missed Wan Ziqi, everything previously was a misunderstanding. She had lost a lot selling her house in Shanghai and was left homeless, but she would support herself and live on with her love for Wan Ziqi.
Over four million arrived in the account.
Having undergone Lin Feng’s large sum, Ji Ma felt a slight joy but more sorrow.
“Look,” Ji Ma held her phone and opened the online banking app to show Wan Ziqi’s corpse the deposit figure: “This is your money, for which you endured countless humiliations, for this you jumped off buildings, Fang Shiyun deceived you in every way for it…”
Wan Ziqi defended herself, “It wasn’t that much initially; with the rise in housing prices, I actually made a profit.”
“Waste, saying that makes you even more worthless,” Ji Ma said, “After working so hard for so long, the money you earned isn’t even as much as Lin Feng can make with one finger. All I had to do was use a little bit of magic.”
Wan Ziqi didn’t respond.
“I know you can talk. You’re not really dead, are you?” Ji Ma said. “Tell me, worthless me, after saying so much money, how do you intend to turn your utterly failed life into success?”
“Just tell my dad and my mom; that would be enough,” Wan Ziqi said. “Be good to them; without them, there would be no me, and I have always owed them.”
“I understand,” Ji Ma said. “From the moment you were born, it was like being a parasite. Tsk, just as I thought, a child is a parasite; I don’t want to give birth to a parasite.”
Wan Ziqi replied, “At least it’s better than giving birth to a pig.”
Related memories surfaced in Ji Ma’s mind; she recalled her biological father scolding her for her poor grades when she was young: “It would be better to have a pig than to have you; raise a pig, and you can kill it to eat, it can eat, poop, and sleep every day.”
Ji Ma remarked, “To be honest, it’s the first time I think he wasn’t wrong.”
Wan Ziqi said, “He still loved me; I grew so tall because he cooked well for me, I wasn’t hungry, and he didn’t force me to eat vegetables, so I wasn’t picky. Whenever I wanted to eat, he would always bring me ribs or meat porridge…”
“Stop it, I nearly developed callouses from hearing those words while taking care of him,” Ji Ma interrupted, imitating her biological father Xu Ziqiang’s voice: “‘When you were that big, I had to wipe your butt every day, whenever you pooped, your mom would pinch her nose and go out, calling me to come…’.”
Wan Ziqi replied, “That’s right.”
Ji Ma continued, “That’s why I always thought having kids was a hard job. Hehe, George has always wanted me to get pregnant; doesn’t he know that a succubus can choose not to have kids? I thought about it, and half of my dislike for having children is thanks to you.”
Wan Ziqi fell silent again, as if he were a frozen corpse.
“Hmph, not saying anything again, huh?” Ji Ma closed the cracked glass door. “I have to send my father back tomorrow; my non-blood-related brother is coming to pick him up. Hehe, it’s time to meet him.”
As she spoke, she habitually took out her phone, tapping away as she walked towards her desk, where a laptop sat next to a newly arrived eye-tracking device that could capture her gaze, and a fixed camera.
Looking at her phone, there was a large number of people tagging her, cursing her for cheating, and mocking her in comments that accused her of not daring to prove herself.
Ji Ma sneered, rolled up her thin sleeves to reveal her arms, her black hair brushing over her rounded shoulders.
After adjusting the camera to ensure her hands were captured well, she looked at the video where her beautiful hand was gripping the mouse. Her fingers were long and distinct, and just this hand could evoke much imagination in many.
Surely, it would delight those mortals.
Ji Ma furrowed her brows slightly, feeling she was being overly sensitive, primarily because she had to rely on Wan Ziqi’s old hand, along with using magic to distort others’ perceptions; this made her unhappy.
Thinking this way, Ji Ma decided to remain silent.
She began to record her screen, carefully ensuring that anything other than her hands was not exposed to the camera.
She pressed the switch, turning on the camera of the recording computer.
Once inside the computer, Ji Ma opened the task manager to showcase the background processes, then opened Notepad and swiftly typed:
“A bunch of rookies, playing eye-straining games themselves while accusing others of cheating. Let your dad teach you how to play big games, and that so-called tech streamer, so bad, better not show up and embarrass themselves.”
After typing, Ji Ma looked at the neat words flashing on the screen, feeling much better. Thanks to the internet, she had many opportunities to practice her typing, allowing her to vent her frustrations smoothly online.
After finishing typing, she placed the Notepad in the center of the screen, moving the mouse around the text for half a minute before opening a shooting game.
No surprise, her account was banned.
But it didn’t matter; Ji Ma had already prepared a new account. Once in, she chose a female hero with a sniper to play ranked, taking five or six minutes to get into a match.
As soon as the game started, after a wait, Ji Ma controlled the female hero, charging out, throwing out a grappling hook, pulling herself up into the sky, rotating 360° in view, spotting the enemy’s head in the frantically moving scene, aiming, charging, and killing in one shot.
The match suddenly turned into a monumental massacre.
The opponents were convinced Ji Ma was cheating, as no one could consistently headshot, fly in the air, or instantly kill a descending enemy swinging their fists.
After playing a few rounds, she lost one match, as the opposing team targeted her completely, coming at her with shields and armor to take her down, while Ji Ma’s teammates thought she was cheating and did not rescue her.
After quitting the game, Ji Ma typed in Notepad: “A bunch of weaklings, unable to comprehend my power. Yet they are stronger than you, because even if you watched the video, you wouldn’t understand.”
After this game, Ji Ma switched to another “simpler brain game,” a game that lacked the flashy skills of the previous one; as long as you scored headshots, you could basically win.
Ji Ma played a few rounds, controlling the character with an AK-47, shooting heads whenever she saw an enemy. Even when ambushed, she managed to gun down the enemies right away, often spinning in place for a 360° view.
It was only when the other side started spinning that she lost, leading to another account ban.
Then, Ji Ma opened League of Legends, selecting the character believed to be the most hated after research—Yasuo. She performed for the video, showcasing parallel hook maneuvers and dodging control skills without visibility.
After finishing, Ji Ma found the games extremely childish, especially Overwatch and League of Legends, where the blood wasn’t even red. Overwatch was a bit better; there were a few female heroes in the game that suited her taste, especially a female hero with wings.
In comparison, editing videos was more interesting than playing games.
Once the video was done, it was already evening, time to shower and enjoy bedtime.
Ji Ma uploaded the video and got into a bathtub sprinkled with rose petals. Although she had to lower herself to sprinkle the petals, Ji Ma inhaled the faint fragrance, reminiscing about that night spent sleeping in the hospital corridor.
Her pores opened up, and she felt incredibly happy.
After her shower, several hours had passed before she painted her nails red.
Ji Ma used an electric hair dryer to dry her waist-length black hair; once dry, she tossed aside the dryer and lazily lay down on the bed, silently wishing herself sweet dreams.
She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering shut.
Three seconds later.
Ji Ma suddenly opened her eyes wide; she sensed something was off.
Very off.
Looking at her personal system panel, she saw her magic power remained at 39%, a full 7% more than the original 32%.
Could it be that her provocative video had successfully backfired, causing great suffering to many?
Ji Ma jumped off the bed in disbelief. From her experience, people online generally had very thick skin; they had to experience pain in reality for her to extract greater suffering power.
So, she had only added a “curse” to the provocative video, intending to spread the curse to those who watched it for future manipulations.
But if it were true, it indicated that gaining magic power was far more efficient and safer than she had imagined.
Which nation’s machinery would care if a gaming video hurt numerous players’ feelings?
Ji Ma practically flew to her computer, awakened it, logged into her video account, and clicked on “submission management,” seeing her provocative video titled “This expert is here to slap the faces of you noobs!”
With a viewing figure of 32,000.
Filled with excitement, Ji Ma clicked to eagerly read the lamentations in the comment section.
The top-rated comment was:
“Hehe, the Five Tiger Generals of the forum are working hard, I’m laughing so hard. The 1:50 mark flew by, but I saw what was definitely an external cheat program…”
The second top comment read:
“Where did the uploader find that girl? Eager to sell, are we? Drumming up hype to raise her market value, hard work indeed.”
Ji Ma squinted her eyes; something was off, the source of the suffering power was not from this video.
Then where did it come from?
