Chapter 239: Ji Ma’s Good Days (2) 4500
George only felt a force violently throw him into the real world. He lost his balance, and the blue light before him suddenly vanished, revealing a white ground that came rushing towards his face.
He quickly turned around, dropped to one knee, bracing himself against the ground with one hand while holding up his great sword with the other.
“Thud!”
A muffled sound echoed, and cracks appeared on the gray-white rocky surface beneath George.
Immediately, he sensed the strangeness of this world.
With not a trace of magic power, it made him uncomfortable, like an Earthling tossed into airless space.
George slowly stood up, noticing that the red wax securing two strips of fabric inscribed with sacred sayings hung down from his silver breastplate. He looked around from inside his Shairell helmet.
People around him turned to look at George, some with pink rabbit ears, others dressed provocatively, or wearing various strange armors. There were also three rows of women grouped together, seemingly engaged in something, all turning their heads to look at him; curiously, they wore identical outfits.
All in black skirts, black veils over their eyes, and long stockings.
Some people wore extravagant armor, wielding weapons that seemed larger and heavier than his own. Are these people all incredibly powerful supers?
George scrutinized a blonde man; he noticed that the weapon in his hand seemed light. Upon closer inspection, the apparent shine of the armor was clearly not metal.
Looking inward, the structure was spacious, larger than many luxurious buildings he had seen. However, it lacked decorations such as precious metals and gems, and extravagant interiors.
Therefore, he concluded that this was a civilian building where people were participating in some collective activity akin to a masquerade ball—there was no uniformity in attire, and he saw many young girls wearing identical clothing.
This suggested that they were likely dressing up as some character, and merchants had produced identical outfits in bulk to satisfy them.
Moreover, the locals must have a high standard of living, demonstrating a decent level of civilization. There were few dwarfs, no signs of famine, and in densely populated areas, there were no implements of torture or severed heads.
George’s deductions were accurate.
Tianfu City had a good atmosphere for subculture; he had just stumbled into a large-scale comic expo.
People were chattering away.
“Did you see that guy? His armor is so cool.”
“He seems to have appeared out of nowhere?”
“Standard heroic appearance.”
George couldn’t understand their words. He lifted his face guard to reveal his face, attempting to show goodwill. He calmly nodded to everyone while shouldering his sword, intending to take a look around.
In the crowd, he spotted a glimmer of metallic color; his gaze instinctively locked on a knight clad in full plate armor, well-crafted, with blue and white feathers protruding from his helmet.
The design was quite similar to George’s.
For a moment, George nearly thought the man was a knight until he noticed that the sword he wielded was made of some non-metallic material—it wasn’t a real sword, and there were no spurs on his heels or lance rests on his breastplate.
Could he be a walking knight?
But his gorget was fixed to the breastplate like his own, restricting head movement. Generally, only mounted knights would wear such gorgets—George wore one because he didn’t need to turn his head.
The fully armored knight approached George, lifted his face guard joyfully, and said, “Bro, didn’t expect to see someone in high gothic at a comic expo? Who did you order this armor from?”
George looked at him, unable to comprehend his words, but sensed a friendly tone. A bit excited, he waved his hand and pointed at his mouth, saying a universal phrase:
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“Are you a foreigner?” The fully armored knight’s gaze fell on George’s holy sword. “It even glows. Which smith made it? Can you introduce me?”
George shook his head again and walked away while shouldering the great sword.
The fully armored knight said to his friend dressed like a squire nearby, “I’m so envious. My Czech armor is nowhere near as nice. Not only does it look good, but I had it made to look old, see how pockmarked it is? Can you tell which smith made it?”
“Definitely not an Ah San armor.” The squire-like person raised his hand, pointing at George’s breastplate. “That’s not historical.”
“Huh?”
“Look, his breastplate is too short, sitting too high above his waist.” The squire-like individual said, “This is not practical for bearing the weight of armor on the waist. He could curl into a shrimp like a lobster, but it’s just fictitious armor with many cryptic runes on it.”
“I say, there’s no need for you to call the police now.”
George’s expression turned serious, not because he heard someone discussing his precious armor, but because he felt a faint evil power within the bodies of four or five out of the ten people present.
With malicious intent.
He had a vague idea but continued to stroll around, gathering quite a bit of information.
This world’s civilization resembled that of dwarves, showcasing immense expertise in machinery, with steel everywhere. Entrance and exit points had people-moving vehicles made entirely of steel.
After observing for half a minute, George learned how to use them.
The elevator doors opened, and George stepped inside. As soon as he entered, the elevator alarmed about being overloaded. Inside, there were only three other people alongside him, and they looked at the alarming elevator in confusion before glancing at George.
Feeling self-conscious, George exited the elevator and wandered around again, eventually following the flow of people out of the expo center. Tall buildings came into view.
George paused.
He recalled how, previously, before he and Ji Ma had confirmed their relationship, she had looked like a playful and adorable girl to him.
She attempted to deceive everyone with an illusion, making them believe she was a powerful dark sorceress. In the illusion, there was a Zerg invasion, steel birds of war soaring through the skies, with the buildings below resembling those in the present.
This indicated that the source of the illusion was indeed this world.
Ji Ma, I found you. Is this your hometown? Or your hunting ground?
A dull pain crept into George’s heart as he gripped the sword’s hilt and walked through the city.
The city was clean and orderly. Red lights meant stop, green meant go; of course, there were occasional red-light runners, but they were few. Iron carriages drawn by animals crowded the streets, outnumbering the horse-drawn carriages of his homeland.
Lush trees were planted along the roadside, with little dung or trash on the ground.
It resembled a white city, rich in order and well-organized.
As George walked, he curiously observed and appreciated the tidy scenery. Thus, while shouldering his great sword, he walked through the streets under the peculiar gazes of people for over an hour.
He didn’t see skulls, implements of torture, or hanging corpses.
This indicated that the city had enjoyed a period of peace, with the rulers disinclined to terrorize through murder. He had rarely seen hungry people.
Indeed, it was a wonderful human world.
If only the curse lurking within the bodies of the people didn’t exist. It seemed as though it could destroy this beautiful world at any moment.
George furrowed his brows; he was certain it was Ji Ma. She must have arrived in this world years before him and had presumably been hiding ever since.
After an hour of walking, George realized the city was quite large. He manipulated light to change his perspective to a third-person view, rising higher and higher, like an eagle surveying the land below.
What a vast, bustling city! The buildings were spread out like stars, each exuding a beauty of order; only order could gather strength and create such a beautiful city.
Exiting the aerial view, George sensed his magic power had not yet recovered.
Among the throngs of people, curses rampaged unchecked. In George’s eyes, on the bustling streets, three or four out of ten individuals glowed with a faint red light, like fleas clinging to their bodies.
Though weak, considering this was a magic-less world, a mere thought from Ji Ma could mean death or injury for those cursed.
He believed it was necessary to prevent this from happening, plus he needed to restore his magic power. By establishing a benevolent order and helping others, he could recover his magic.
Thus, George decided to demonstrate his extraordinary powers. He scouted several locations but found the roadside unsuitable, as it might disturb the iron carriages, while the pedestrian streets were too crowded, potentially leading to a stampede.
It couldn’t be too public either, as it might startle Ji Ma.
Finally, George found a sparsely populated place—the library.
Upon entering, in front of the astonished gaze of the librarian, he created a sphere of light that floated above his head, with specks of white light falling like a descent of a saint.
The librarian immediately set down her cigarette, rubbed her eyes, and reached out to touch the falling light spots, then pulled out her phone and called 110.
“Hello, 110? There’s a deity descended here! Radiating light, dressed in armor.”
Ten minutes later, George was seated in a police car, being taken to the station, fully cooperating.
Twenty-eight minutes later.
In a small police station, several high-ranking officials from the local public security system had gathered.
To prevent leaks, they didn’t notify more people; everyone who came into contact with George had to memorize the secrecy regulations.
The higher-ups in Tianfu City were highly interested in George.
“A judge of demons? A white knight? Specialized in killing demons? How do you know?”
“Secretary, please look at this drawing.”
A sketch was presented, depicting George stepping on several monsters with long horns and wings, holding a long-horned head in his hand.
The secretary’s heart raced as he began speaking in dialect: “After our investigation, we must personally receive this guest from another world.”
In the interrogation room, George, clad in armor, was eating instant noodles. Two officers stood up as the door opened.
A middle-aged man with thinning hair walked in, wearing a habitual smile.
He appeared to be a leader-like figure.
George nodded to him, and after listening to the man speak a string of words he couldn’t understand, he raised his hand, pointed at himself, and spoke in clear Mandarin, “You… Ji Ma…”
Lastly, he pointed at the drawing of the slain demon.
The secretary’s face flushed with excitement. Communicating through paper and pen, George expressed that he had come to judge Ji Ma and hoped to cleanse the curses within people’s bodies.
The secretary looked as though he might faint from joy, propping himself on the desk to sit down while muttering to himself, “Humanity is saved, saved.”
Later.
Under high secrecy, George was transported to the outskirts.
A female soldier sat opposite him, looking stern. She had undergone rigorous training, her face yellowed and rough. The soldier raised a sign with a drawing of an egg and said:
“Ji jīdàn, jīdàn.”
George focused intently and responded, “Jīdàn.”
“Zhū, zhū.”
“Zhū.”
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“We gave him an Earth name; he chose George, the same name as Saint George, coincidentally the pronunciation is also the same.”
“He learns languages very quickly, he’s a genius. While learning a language, he also studied mathematics.”
“He can already write Chinese characters in just seven days.”
“Wait, what does this say…Go report to the superiors!”
On the photocopied paper was written a line: “Ji Ma.. Succubus.. She was once my fiancée. I once loved her deeply; perhaps I still do.”
This was like pouring a bucket of ice water over their heads.
Immediately, looking at George’s determined face, everyone began to doubt.
This guy is actually the ex-husband Ji Ma spoke of, the one who was “cleaned out and thoroughly touched.” “I’m smarter than him, more ruthless, and, most importantly, he was tempted by my body, thus he lost” (Ji Ma’s original words).
Now, Huaxia was restless.
After discussions in the working group, they decided that they must do a good job with George’s ideological education.
At the very least, they needed to make him aware of what his ex-wife had done on Earth.
Once George had a basic grasp of Mandarin.
Huaxia was eager to begin George’s ideological work.
Therefore, a confidential USB drive was produced; the box bore a skull symbol with the words: “Prohibited from playing, prohibited from spreading!”
A few people in protective suits, carrying oxygen tanks, handed the USB drive to George.
George looked quite puzzled.
Once the USB was plugged in, the screen displayed a live video of Ji Ma…..
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“The Demon King demands the US troops to destroy herself.”
“Within three days, annihilate the Demon King.”
“The Demon King personally appears, declaring that she won’t retaliate, standing still to withstand all attacks from the American army.”
In the interview video, Ji Ma had a voluptuous figure, her face veiled in black. The reporter, nearly pure in sexual intent, kept trying to shove the microphone into Ji Ma’s mouth but couldn’t get within three meters of her.
The interview was live, to prevent Ji Ma from employing her tricks, cursing thousands of people at once. AI technology capable of distinguishing cats from dogs was employed to shield Ji Ma’s body in real-time.
As for the actual effect? The American high command knew all too well.
The last operator to control a drone attack on Ji Ma had their eyes covered. Now they were at church every day, repenting, regularly beating themselves with a whip until bruised and battered, repenting their sins against such a beautiful being.
Huaxia took the most direct approach by sealing the broadcast to prevent it from being transmitted; thus, aside from the vast Huaxia internet, countless netizens could see reporters waving cylindrical microphones towards a pile of black frames.
“In fact, I wanted to finish this within a day; don’t waste my time.” Ji Ma yawned, lounging on the sofa, leisurely stating, “Otherwise, I’ll have to destroy a metropolis with a population of eight million, namely New Xiang City.”
Leaning beside her, Li Anxi translated into English for Ji Ma.
The female reporters appeared even more excited, vigorously waving their microphones as they pressed forward.
Why are they all dressed in vulgar black tights and skin-colored nylons? It looks horrible.
Ji Ma lifted her finger lazily, pointing at a red-haired female reporter wearing black stockings, who immediately had her silencing curse lifted and eagerly asked:
“Demon King, what is your motivation for doing this?”
“Too many mortals don’t realize my strength.” Ji Ma replied: “Originally, I intended to annihilate a metropolis of eight million, but reconsidered. Since I am also settling in America now and I still need mortals to build my home, even though I’m confident in my ability to continuously destroy cities until you all accept the truth, it’s too troublesome. Therefore, you should all be thankful for my mercy.”
“That’s not mercy at all!”
“I could crush the ants in my way effortlessly, yet I didn’t step on them—that’s mercy. You’re just arguing with me because you haven’t realized my strength yet.”
“Unreasonable, you’re simply a butcher.”
“I’m already the Demon King. Next.” Ji Ma waved her hand and then pointed again at another pleasing blond female reporter, “Do you have any questions?”
“Please, what if I become your maid?” The blond reporter excitedly asked, “You’re just too hot.”
“I only show interest in those who catch my fancy; you’ve no right to speak.” Ji Ma waved her hand, silencing her.
Sitting up, she stretched lazily, displaying her tail, saying: “So, prepare a nuclear bomb to blow me up within a month, or let’s see if I can destroy the metropolis.”
