Chapter 216 Chapter 211 The Greed of the Hometown People
The house….
Ji Ma did not expect that people who grew up in a peaceful era, kind and weak, could go crazy for a house.
Clearly, at the beginning, she still had to kick him to work, threatening and enticing him.
“Oh God, can you protect me?” said the donkey of the production team. “It seems like I’ve caused quite a stir this time.”
Not just a stir.
Ji Ma cautiously lifted her gaze to the countless protective lines around her. If any divination touched her, these lines would shake.
The lines remained still, very safe.
Only then did Ji Ma use her authoritative voice to echo in his heart: “My chosen one, this is my test for you.”
Having said that, Ji Ma immediately cut off all communication with the “donkey of the production team.”
Ji Ma stretched lazily, and with that stretch, she tossed the “donkey of the production team” out of her mind; he was just cannon fodder, not worth wasting her brain cells on.
Another wave of painful power surged into her body. Ji Ma enjoyed the feeling of her magic power growing. At this moment, she barely remembered that there was someone called “the production team’s” something or other.
Ji Ma glanced at her personal system; her magic power had risen to 43%. She smiled slightly, opened Bilibili, and started to watch her submitted video titled “This Expert Is Here to Slap Your Faces, You Bunch of Noobs!”
She looked at the hot comments.
The first two read: “But I saw that it was clearly using a cheat code….”
“…inflating one’s worth also takes effort…”
This time, she didn’t hold back on her magic power and quickly did a divination, taking note of their real names and phone numbers.
The third comment, asking to lick the hand she used to grab them, was disgusting, and she also noted down their real names and phone numbers.
The fourth and fifth comments… nearly all were cursing her, mocking her, and treating her with disdain.
One thing Ji Ma didn’t quite understand was that there seemed to be many elderly people on Bilibili; one piece of evidence was that they uniformly used the icon of “grandpa” to refer to “me.”
Moreover, although there were many commenters, they spoke in a similar manner. Many people liked to finish their sentences with, “You taste it, savor it.”
Ji Ma took down their IDs and real names one by one.
Now she was sure that everyone just wanted to curse her, and under this emotional dominance, people believed everything she said about cheating, even though the arguments and logic couldn’t hold up to scrutiny.
Only a few who felt something was amiss pointed out the several flaws in the highly-rated comments, but they were soon drowned out by the wave of opposition.
Among these people, more than half thought, since they didn’t like this uploader anyway, why should they speak for her? And they chose to stay silent.
Only a few stubbornly retaliated.
In the end, it turned into a personal attack battle between both sides, filled with subtle sarcasm.
On Ji Ma’s side, wearing the “licker” hat, she faced ten opponents, but they were all in high spirits. However, Ji Ma believed they were just driven by a sense of superiority, being sober among the drunken crowd, and just participating in the verbal spat along with everyone else.
Most of the opposing side hadn’t watched the video either, but were also enjoying the pleasure of bullying the weak with the majority.
She continued to browse the comments.
As expected, some people started to support her—in light of that beautiful hand. Among them, half were noted down as Ji Ma found their comments too disgusting.
Ji Ma didn’t care at all about being cursed.
It wasn’t that she possessed the attitude of a strong person who didn’t care about the insults from ants, nor was her heart as broad as her chest. It was simply because she could slap back at them.
Ji Ma released the real names of those people and posted in the comment section:
“I remember all of you who cursed me, I’m going to give you all a slap!”
But she was worried that this would backfire and attract too much attention, so she deleted “I’m going to give you all a slap!” and replaced it with “You’ll see what’s coming for you!” and posted it, pinning it to the top.
She took another glance at the comment section; someone suggested she download Moss to prove she wasn’t cheating in the background.
But Ji Ma wasn’t worried at all. She replied:
“Your suggestion seems useful, but when others throw mud at me, the best way is to cut it back with a sword. Almost as good is to splash the mud back, and the dumbest way is to prove my innocence. This video is merely to slap your faces, so since your faces are so thick, why shouldn’t I hit back harder?”
After posting.
Ji Ma decided to secretly curse the people on her list, to prevent any things from being revealed or causing attention. The curses would be random and not time-specific.
The curses included, but were not limited to: spraining ankles, guaranteed bleeding while defecating in the next month, guaranteed hitting one’s little finger against table edges or other hard objects, spilling water on electronic devices, and dropping a phone into a toilet.
Ji Ma nodded in satisfaction; in her view, these curses were both malicious and hidden. While lurking, relying on this method to quietly collect suffering was also fine.
Ji Ma closed Bilibili, deciding to go incognito for a while and see what would happen to the “donkey of the production team.”
Before going to bed, she checked her personal system: her magic power had restored to 44%. With feelings of both hope and anxiety for the future, Ji Ma lay in bed, quietly falling asleep under the protection of the divination lines.
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George stood expressionless in front of the terrace railing.
Down below, chaos reigned as the female knights were fighting. Yes! When didn’t they fight? Every day they fought for leaving behind a piece of cloth, ready to kiss the back of his hand or even lick it, resulting in a melee.
But this time, the fight was even fiercer.
The entire street was in a fight, with knights and their followers, along with their soldiers, brawling in the streets.
The entire cause, merely because someone said she was just a worn-out shoe, defiled.
Clearly, the female knights were eager, rushing out like a pair of huskies, ready to tear each other apart, ready to fight.
“Dear Chun Xiao.”
Cardona stepped forward, her tall figure pressing towards him; George could feel her chest rudely colliding with his back.
In this world, that could already count as public sexual harassment.
George dodged, and Cardona placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, seemingly forcing him into a corner.
“I think you have two choices right now. One, my bed is quite big, and I believe our kind-hearted Chun Xiao wouldn’t throw a tantrum. She wouldn’t refuse to cooperate for the success of the agreement because of my good intentions.
“Two, turn around and walk away, I certainly won’t stop you; don’t glare at me with your beautiful eyes, or I’ll be very sad. But you female knights have made such a great mess, you will definitely go to jail, and you can abandon them and walk away.”
George said, “You deliberately sent someone to provoke my knights.”
Cardona’s rosy face merely smiled. She could be called a short-haired beauty, even by the standards of George’s original world.
She gently said, “Little birdie, am I too ugly to make you unhappy?”
Her tone was like that of coaxing a child.
“The law is just a toy in your hands to oppress others.” George said: “You will lock my knights in jail, indefinitely. If I leave, abandoning them, then no one will join my knights’ group in the future.”
“You may be placing too much importance on your little games.” Cardona said: “The world is not as innocent as you think, Chun Xiao. Sometimes you need to be a little flexible.”
“I want to tell you, I have a third option.” George pressed down on his annoyance once again, drawing his sword, turning, and raising it high. The sword emitted a strong flash that instantly attracted everyone’s attention.
George shouted: “Everyone! Stop!”
Cardona looked at George with interest, thinking to herself: if only his voice were a little softer, it would be more beautiful.
“I, George, call for all knights fighting for my honor to stop; I’m now publicly responding to all the doubts about me.”
His voice was loud, filled with an inexplicable authority.
A female knight pulled her longsword out of the body of a female soldier opposite, lifting her faceguard to look at “Chun Xiao” standing on the terrace.
“Yes, I have been raped; I have not had intimate relationships with just one woman, but contrary to the rumors, I have had relationships with three women.” George declared, “I once had three fiancées, I vowed to marry them; one did not publicly acknowledge our relationship due to her status, the other was my childhood friend…
“The last one…” At this point, the usually upright George felt a pain in his back: “She was my fiancée, betrayed me, raped me. I came here to find her, not only for personal matters but also for business reasons.
“As soon as I arrived here, I was bound as a slave; during that time, I was not raped at all and deliberately did not break free, simply to penetrate their ranks, to liberate the slaves—that’s all.”
His words were generally pale and powerless.
But what George said fell on everyone’s heart like an undeniable truth, effortlessly crushing those chaotic rumors into dust.
Cardona shook her head, saying:
“Your knight order will only leave one or two behind; no one will follow you. No matter how strong you are, you cannot make a duchy establish laws banning slavery. Many people followed you feeling that you were still a virgin.”
“Then so be it.” George turned around and said: “I am serious.”
As Cardona said, many of the female knights of Chun Xiao below couldn’t help but cry out. They held back their tears, whether in sorrow or indignation, tearing the Chun Xiao knight order insignia from their necks, tossing it to the ground.
George didn’t look back, heading towards the door, wanting to leave.
“Wait.” Cardona said: “In the name of the Duke, I request to join your knight order.”
“I refuse.” George said decisively, “I cannot tolerate someone who harms my righteous cause in participation in my knight order.”
“I have kidnapped Litise; although she is a knight of a small noble country, she is important to you, right?”
George did not stop his footsteps, for he recognized this as a lie.
“Oh, by the way.” Cardona laughed: “The painting you did last time, I sent someone to look for it, and I found it.”
George stopped his steps, turned around, and looked at Cardona.
The elegantly dressed Cardona merely smiled and said, “Do I have the honor to join your knight order?”
George said: “As long as you vow not to harm my righteous cause again.”
“Okay.”
George nodded: “I agree.”
“You’re quite confident; what a confident man.” Cardona said with mild surprise: “But such a beautiful and powerful man as you surely doesn’t believe anyone would risk your hatred and break their vows.”
Only that the betrayer would be more prone to my harm.
George said: “The paintings I did…”
“Those impressively armored people and the steel eagle?”
“Yes.”
“No.” Cardona said: “I can assure you that these creatures have never appeared in our world.”
