Chapter 233 Chapter 227 Confrontation
One month and three days after the demoness descended.
Jima lay with her head resting on a soft bosom, flanked by two beautiful young women, sprawled on the carpet beside the bed, personal belongings scattered haphazardly.
She had been like this for half a month. In the early days after arriving on Earth, she had suppressed herself for too long; the flames within her were almost burning her to ashes.
Once she confirmed that there were no extraordinary beings on Earth, Jima began to recklessly seduce women, embarking on illicit relationships.
However, the desire in her heart, her true yearning, remained unfulfilled.
“You get off the bed too,” Jima said to the large-breasted woman behind her.
“But…”
“Get down, woman.”
“Yes.”
Reluctantly, the large-breasted woman got off the bed.
The butterflies in Jima’s abdomen continued to flutter, still unsatisfied, but looking at the three women, she found no interest now.
“There’s just not enough people, can’t organize anything large-scale,” Jima glanced around.
This was her temporary base, a flat measuring 230 square meters.
“It’s still too small.” Jima raised her hand, pointing to the living room. “In the past, I could organize the maids to dance in pointe shoes here, throwing parties at will.”
But she had no choice but to do so.
Because she couldn’t expose herself, openly build a palace and recruit maids. If she was discovered one day, such a large palace would become a waste.
But Jima believed that her opponent was suffering more; eventually, they would not be able to hold on, and soon, she would be able to escape her life of exile.
“Master, Master, the network is partially open.”
“Ha.” Jima licked her lips, reminiscing about the last time she harvested pain. She lacked no magical power, but if she could have the suffering of a broad audience as a side dish, she would be very happy. “Mortals are so weak.”
Once online, she found that a whitelist system had started, allowing access to only a few websites in China—half of which were forums.
“Seems they have submitted, huh?” Jima perked up.
Since the internet was restricted, her source of painful magical energy had gradually diminished, while the sources abroad had instead increased, surpassing that of China.
However, Jima had no plans to develop abroad for now, as she didn’t understand English, let alone cultural backgrounds.
“Surprisingly, Zhihu is accessible.” Jima looked at the public opinion atmosphere on Zhihu.
It had shifted from initial support for internet restrictions to sarcastic and furious insults.
There was even a self-proclaimed PhD in biology sharing a paper, claiming that America had developed a special medication for curses and was currently conducting double-blind experiments.
This news was everywhere and overshadowed her fame.
Jima was quite displeased, logged into Wan Ziqi’s account, and posted a dynamic message: “Mortals are so weak.”
Three seconds later.
Account banned, dynamic deleted.
Jima could feel that the person who personally undertook this was cursed by her entire gag order package.
A few minutes later, her “conspiracy instinct” alerted her that a trap was unfolding against her.
Jima squinted: “Heh, interesting. The partial lifting of the ban is meant to lure me into a trap, then through the gag order to determine my identity and extinguish the curse medium.”
“Girls.” Jima stood up and said, “Bring me my luggage.”
“Are you leaving?”
“No, no, darling.”
Jima continued, “Whoever brings me my luggage, I’ll give her a farewell kiss.”
In less than a minute, Jima’s suitcase was packed.
Carrying the suitcase, Jima blew a kiss to the three girls, “Goodbye.”
Six seconds later, she vanished in place, traversing through dreams, arriving in a city a thousand kilometers away.
Eight minutes later, special police arrived at the door, only to find nothing.
Jima pulled her compact suitcase and stepped into the real world, the hem of her red skirt landing softly on a plush bed with one foot sinking into it.
On the bed, a blonde girl slowly woke up and, upon seeing Jima, exclaimed in surprise, her arms reaching out like spilled milk as she lunged toward Jima, obsessively hugging her thigh.
Without a word, Jima lifted her foot and kicked the blonde girl’s shoulder, sending her sprawling onto the bed. Jima pointed to her calf and said, “Only here.”
The blonde girl hugged her calf like a dog, rubbing her face against it.
Jima tossed the suitcase aside and pointed, “Do it.” Then pointed to the bathroom and said, “Reward.”
The blonde girl stood up immediately, helping Jima open the suitcase and sort through her clothes, which were all garments.
An hour later, after bathing.
Jima sat in a computer chair, the blonde girl sprawled at her feet like a dog, her flushed cheeks rubbing against Jima’s calf.
Jima typed on the keyboard, accessing the whitelisted website, snorting coldly, “I anticipated this.”
This was her improvised hideout; since discovering that there were no extraordinary beings on Earth, Jima had indulged herself, setting up multiple temporary bases, each with at least one beautiful woman serving her.
In other words, she had prepared for a protracted battle.
“So they’re banning me, huh?” Jima opened a posting machine filled with many pre-prepared accounts and passwords, totaling at least ten megabytes, “Let’s see if you have more people or if my posts are more.”
Jima activated the posting machine, commissioned by some powerful hacker, it used proxies to speak from different IPs.
Jima typed a line of text, “The Demon King is here; if you have the guts, delete my posts!”
She attached her curse to this sentence and pressed the send key.
The posting machine also automatically inserted garbled text into the sentence, preventing all cursed statements from being captured in one fell swoop.
This maximally increased the chance that one cursed statement would result in the banning of a poster.
The posting machine was working.
Jima smiled, leaning back against the chair, withdrawing her long white silk legs from the blonde girl’s embrace. The high-nosed blonde girl looked up, reluctant to part.
Jima crossed her legs, placing her black silk-clad leg on the girl’s forehead. The latter pouted, kissing the rust-black silk, kissing Jima’s soles.
Before long, Jima felt her “gag” curse trigger. One unseen banning officer after another “perished,” being consumed; after their ban, they could no longer operate a computer and could only communicate via stones.
Her soles felt ticklish, and Jima’s smile grew more pronounced as she sensed the frequency of the “gag” curse triggering decrease; eventually, no one managed to ban her posts.
Roughly estimating, she had banned at least a thousand banning officers.
“Is there no one left?”
Jima picked up the ice-cold cola she had prepared long ago, twisted the bottle cap, and with a hiss, the gas escaped.
Suddenly, the frequency of the gag curse triggers shot up, as if swarms of moths were flocking to the fire of the curse, attempting to extinguish the flames spreading on the web.
“A thousand? Two thousand?” Jima wasn’t anxious, slowly sipping her soda.
A country composed of mortals can only appear invincible to mortals themselves. But they often overlook that no matter how big the country is, doing things requires people.
As long as I ban enough, not only the small fry but also up the chain of command, how many more people can you high-ranking individuals find to ban my words? Heh, at that point, it will either be no more internet or surrender.
The posting machine kept posting; it utilized various proxy servers and “cheap housing,” contributed by various hacker overlords, significantly increasing the difficulty of being discovered.
Jima was quite confident in this. She recalled Wan Ziqi’s knowledge of computers and knew about a certain computer big shot who had thrived online for over ten years, with the state unable to locate him.
After fifteen minutes of posting.
Jima looked at the blonde girl below, pondering whether to pick another beauty on the street to have some fun with.
The sound of the security door echoed from outside.
“Get up.” Jima said, “My companions have arrived; let’s have some fun tonight. Heh, I reckon I can play here for half a month.”
The blonde girl didn’t understand the Chinese Jima spoke, but just stood up, her white stockings a bit dirty.
The door opened to reveal several mature and beautiful women who, upon learning of Jima’s arrival, immediately dropped their work and studies to rush over.
Minutes later, Jima was on the bed with them, explaining the rules.
“This is how we play, got it?”
The blonde girl shook her head.
Jima turned to another woman in a suit and said, “Aren’t you working at a foreign company?”
“Master, but I don’t understand the translation.”
Jima patted the corner of her forehead: “So annoying.”
“Master…”
Her voice became softer, “We can learn.”
“Then I’ll say it again.”
After finally explaining the “game rules” once, she had taught them.
“Yes, yes, just like that, don’t just go by feeling when being lewd; you must please me… forget it, this will have to do for the first time.”
Suddenly, the lights in the room went out.
However, after a short while, the lights came back on.
Of course, the computer screen went blank.
“Power outage? The creations of mortals are as fragile as they are.” Jima muttered, while the blonde girl licked the tip of her tail.
Jima slightly closed her eyes, letting the soft fabric slide down her smooth skin: “Yes, just like that—”
Her golden eyes suddenly snapped open as she felt another conspiracy targeting her.
“Damn it!” Jima yanked her tail out of the blonde girl’s mouth, “Quick! Pack up, I’m taking off!”
Under the pleas of the girls, in less than half a minute, Jima disappeared into thin air with her travel suitcase.
A moment later, Jima reappeared in another hideout hundreds of kilometers away.
Jima was extremely annoyed; she had promised that her desires would be fulfilled, yet just as she was about to start having fun with the companions she had chosen, she was forced to flee.
Her desires rolled inside her, disappointed and irritated.
Jima glanced at another female companion, still lazing in bed, wearing hot pants and a loose short-sleeve shirt, her legs long and slender. But thinking about teaching her the game rules, especially since she was still a virgin, Jima temporarily lost interest.
“Why did they find me so quickly?” Jima pondered, leveraging her identity as the Lord of Deception for ten minutes.
“They must be using technical means to pinpoint a few areas, then systematically implementing power outages, specifically targeting residential electricity.”
This was a grand operation; they were likely coordinating power outages across thousands of kilometers…
Jima sensed that the frequency of the gag curse was decreasing. From the start, it had never paused; by her estimation, she had banned at least ten thousand people.
“Why the rush to death? It seems I am too merciful.” Jima raised her hand, an unabashed smile appearing on her face, “Come, let’s see how many people you can get to send!”
With a wave of her hand, Jima cursed those she had silenced once more.
