Chapter 238 Second Two Hundred Thirty-Two Chapter Ji Ma’s Good Day (1)
Ji Ma’s palace construction has begun, chosen on a large expanse of fertile land suitable for growing crops, the place is vast, ensuring that even standing twenty stories high, not a trace of human habitation can be seen.
Ji Ma enjoys seeing large areas of land suitable for planting and grazing, simply becoming a landscape.
The land is a gift from a few wealthy patrons.
The construction team is highly efficient, diligently working on the Demon King’s palace with a bit of magical assistance.
Everything is going smoothly.
Ji Ma stands in her villa on the mountain, often gazing toward the direction of her future palace.
Although the international community is still deeply worried about her existence, fearing that the combination of America and Ji Ma would bring unimaginable disaster to all humanity.
But it can be considered calm, at least Ji Ma thinks so.
“Master, you now have twenty-eight temporary maids and two formal maids,” Lianxi reports from behind Ji Ma, “which does not match your great status.”
Temporary maids, as the name suggests, have not yet been confirmed; once Ji Ma grows tired of them, they can only leave, weeping with severance pay and some extraordinary gifts bestowed by Ji Ma.
“I can’t help it; this broken villa can’t accommodate so many people,” Ji Ma says. “I have to go to the Dream Palace to play with them, really.”
“Master, someone suggested expanding recruitment; we can rent houses for accommodation.”
“Things are not that simple, Xiao Li; you need to learn more about management; you are the only one I am closest to in this world,” Ji Ma says. “Everything has to wait until the palace is completed.
“Only after the palace is built can we have space to establish a training department, and I won’t need to personally train every time. A stable method for selecting maids is also needed, and we need to gradually expand the selection range; in short, take it slow.”
Ji Ma keeps talking, her eyes shining with light; if one didn’t listen to the content, they might think it was a new immigrant dreaming of a beautiful future:
“Therefore, I will first talk about lovers; it’s also a way to boost my popularity, letting humans know that being with me brings benefits, including, but not limited to, regaining youth, having fair skin, a bronzed appearance, and immunity to diseases.”
“And Xiao Li, you still need to practice more.”
“Yes, Master!” Lianxi says excitedly, puffing out her chest.
Ji Ma rests her elbows on the balcony railing, gazing into the distance, murmuring to herself:
“I still need to develop maids who can help you, and those followers bestowed with the rite of desecration. Once the enjoyment is set up, I will slowly pursue obtaining more power—becoming stronger.”
The sunlight falls on her face, on her long, arched eyebrows. Her golden eyes sparkle as she looks toward a beautiful future: “On this path, no one can stop me.”
Those who can stop me are far, far away; even if the disc falls into their hands, they won’t come over—no motivation; that fool still has a world to save.
Thus, Ji Ma carries absolute confidence, feeling joyful.
This joy lasted only a minute before the group of vehicles driving from the town below shattered Ji Ma’s joy.
A massive number of protesters, holding signs, crosses, and idols, angrily crowded the road, surging toward the villa on the mountain.
Ji Ma looked at the increasingly close protest crowd. Goodness, there were thousands.
Perhaps it was one of the hundreds of ominous signs from the previous minute, but Ji Ma is not in the mood to analyze ominous signs right now—ever since she publicly appeared, the ominous signs targeting her have been developing exponentially.
“By the way, Xiao Li,” Ji Ma said, “didn’t you say last time that when you went out to buy things or shop online, others refused to trade with you?”
“Yes, but you resolved it,” Lianxi flipped through her notes and said. “This protest is related to someone calling for a boycott of you online and offline.”
“I understand, I understand.” Ji Ma squints her eyes, looking at the torrent formed by the protest crowd.
Before the protest crowd, police were deployed to block them, but how powerless they were before the tide of people. Moreover, the police had little motivation to serve Ji Ma.
“I remember discussing the destruction of eight million new urban areas with you some time ago,” Ji Ma said. “The higher-ups in America have reached a consensus to yield to me, but more mortals have not, because in their eyes, America just dropped a few bombs, merging with me in filth. Do you know? My nickname is now ‘Mother Lizard Person’; they think I am disguised as a lizard person.”
“Master, please calm down.”
“I am calm,” Ji Ma said. “I have noticed that while curses are hidden and unavoidable, their effects are not shocking enough to create a great impact on the mortal populace, which is why they keep bothering me.”
“Are you planning to destroy the metropolis?”
“Maybe, when I think of a good method.” Ji Ma pulls out a straight branch from her waist, roaring, wanting to suck the blood of mortals.
“Before I come up with a good method, let me slaughter a bit; Blood God, I’m sorry I can’t offer you a head.” Ji Ma’s straight branch transformed into an M2 heavy machine gun, her index finger resting on the trigger: “Because the Lord of Deception would be very angry.”
Ji Ma aimed at the crowd and pulled the trigger.
“Ah ah ah ah ah ah!”
The straight branch turned M2 heavy machine gun roared.
The protest crowd marched forward, completely ignoring it.
Because not a single bullet was fired.
“Ah… it seems I still don’t understand much about firearms principles.”
The straight branch roared: “Coward! Coward! How shamefully you hide far away to attack! Not a drop of blood has been shed.”
“So noisy.” Ji Ma threw down the straight branch, left the balcony, and turned around: “Bring me the assault rifle I bought; I want to practice shooting.”
“As you wish, Master.” Lianxi nodded and went to get it.
But a few maids close to Ji Ma turned pale with fright and said, “Master, are you really going to shoot them?”
“Yes, isn’t there a castle law?” Ji Ma said. “I remember my address hasn’t been made public, right? They’ve found the door, disturbing my peaceful life; killing them for fun should be fine, shouldn’t it?”
“Master, those are lives, and what you’re doing is also illegal.”
“The president has already pardoned me once with his power of clemency,” Ji Ma said coldly. “I hate the word ‘pardon,’ but they told me to endure.”
Lianxi handed over the M4A1, which had many attachments, resembling a Christmas tree.
Ji Ma took the gun and asked, “Xiao Li, what do you think?”
Lianxi said, “The Master’s will is supreme.”
“So you are my head maid and close maid.” Ji Ma rested the M4A1 on her shoulder, aiming at the crowd on the road up the mountain, her ample chest pressing against the gun.
With this gun, she could accurately hit the heads of ten human-shaped targets within a second, and shooting from a distance was also no problem.
Through the scope, the crowd looked like a herd of livestock; some realized she had picked up a gun and were shouting.
Ji Ma’s index finger pressed down on the trigger, her breath habitually stopping. Suddenly, through the scope, she saw a familiar silver figure—George.
She hurriedly withdrew the rifle, inhaling in fear.
“Whoosh, whoosh.”
Unidentified stray bullets flew in, hitting the villa walls.
“Master, what’s wrong?”
Ji Ma’s look of panic quickly collected, saying, “I just thought of a good idea.”
Ji Ma turned off the rifle safety and continued: “Very good, a very good idea.”
A stray bullet whizzed past her skull, hitting the wall several meters behind. Several maids quickly ran into the villa.
The protest crowd became chaotic under the gunfire, some running, some shouting, and some calling for people not to shoot.
“Master, your phone is vibrating.”
“Answer it.”
Lianxi spoke fluent English: “Hello, I am the personal maid of the supreme great demon king Ji Ma.”
“Yes, someone is firing at the Master; she hasn’t killed all the mortals who offended her yet.”
“Just relay the message and translate.”
Lianxi replied, “As you wish, Master.”
“What? They suggest I don’t kill? So that my palace can be completed? To calm the emotions of the masses?” Ji Ma’s tone rose: “Okay, I understand; this is the price of reaching a preliminary cooperation with you mortals.”
Ji Ma snapped her fingers, immediately casting a collective curse on all the protesters, cursing them with physical weakness. The chaos quickly subsided as many chose to sit down and rest.
“I won’t guarantee you anything,” Ji Ma said. “In my eyes, those living in America and those in the third world are the same; they are all mortals. Who knows, next time I might swing an axe into the crowd and slay.”
“Fine, I’m hanging up. Also, you should find someone who understands Chinese next time; there’s no need for you to personally call me to clarify the issue.”
“Master, you—”
Looking at Lianxi’s red cat ears, Ji Ma was still thinking about how to concoct an excuse to cover up her earlier lapse.
“Your method is simply brilliant,” Lianxi said. “They seem unable to climb up.”
“No need to flatter; you know I could have done this long ago.”
“The important thing is that you, Master, have forgiven their offense.”
“I have to cultivate my character to cooperate with ants,” Ji Ma said as she walked down the steps and returned to her room, preparing to start divining for the organizers and throwing some curses.
Ji Ma used water surface divination, casting exceptionally malicious curses of poverty on several organizers and donors.
Then her phone vibrated again.
“Hello, I hope you are someone who can speak Chinese.”
“Hello, there is a protest crowd at the construction site preventing the construction of your palace. Please don’t worry, we will arrange for people to resolve this minor difficulty.”
“How long might the delay take?”
“Three to five days.”
“You’re lying,” Ji Ma said. “I can already see the three excavators are burned.”
The person on the other end spoke Mandarin more fluently than Ji Ma: “Please trust us.”
“I completely understand your helplessness; no matter how loud your name is, you are essentially pathetic mortals. Power comes from other mortals.” Ji Ma said, “While my power comes from myself, I will solve this my way—nuclear bombs.”
“Please, you must remain calm!”
“What do you mean?” Ji Ma proudly puffed out her chest about her just thought-up idea, “I said to use a nuclear bomb on me.”
“Ah?”
“That one said to blow human civilization back to the Stone Age; it will have a golden mushroom cloud and spew white smoke.”
“You…”
“Do you want me to continue describing?” Ji Ma said. “Killing me, won’t you be liberated too? No need to rack your brains to amend laws accepting my status above mortals, hanging up.”
Lianxi asked, “Nuclear bomb?”
“Yes, the cornerstone of mortal peace, the most powerful weapon.” Ji Ma said casually, but her tail rose proudly: “What could be more shocking than a global live broadcast of a nuclear bomb exploding a succubus? I see that the destruction of an eight-million-population metropolis can’t compare because all the beauties among the eight million don’t hold a candle to my beauty.”
Even Lianxi was astonished by Ji Ma’s line of thought.
