Chapter 240: The Good Days of Jima (3)
One week later.
The American military agreed to Jima’s request and consented to a live broadcast throughout the entire process.
However, even before the live stream, the media cited a police report from Huaxia, claiming that Jima had the ability to distort human cognition.
It was all just a deception.
Even after each round of fire, the American military would send personnel to use various instruments to test Jima, to ensure that she was indeed herself.
Even so, this show of force drew the attention of the world.
Because if Jima had the ability to deceive everyone, and could withstand nuclear weapons, then what difference would that make from her actually being able to withstand nuclear weapons?
“She has changed her style; in the past, she would definitely ‘trample’ a group of ants to show off her strength. Why is she using such a mild approach now? Let’s admit it, she has already been coaxed by America, and there are rumors that America has started building three palaces to honor her…”
“As a reward, she is to bestow three hundred youth potions that can reverse aging…”
“America had the upper hand during the Fourth Industrial Revolution, its fleet sailing across the seas, its iron wings blocking out the sun, with thousands of war chariots and hundreds of thousands of armored troops, feeding the starving and commanding fear among all nations…”
“Now with Satan joining in, this time it’s the real deal.”
Jima looked at the article and muttered to herself, “I just love how the Zhihu users praise me, but they have mistaken who they should be praising.”
She replied in the comments section, “Well said, keep it up. But I have a request: You’ve been praising America a bit too much; in essence, the real badass is me.”
After typing, she shamelessly hit send.
A screen displayed the message in English: “Are you ready?”
The sun blazed down on Jima, surrounded by an endless desert; an American army formed in battle formation, while engineers brought various creative weapons, aiming to kill this demon king.
No one likes to have a horned creature suddenly appear above them, no matter how beautiful she may be.
“3”
“2”
“1”
The experiment began.
First, AI-controlled heavy machine guns fired various 12.7mm rounds at Jima, followed by cannons, and then A10 attack planes, unleashing a powerful barrage that directly destroyed the steel platform where Jima stood.
But it merely left her clothes tattered in a few places.
Main battle tanks opened fire with depleted uranium rounds, which, due to their self-sharpening characteristics, traveled over a kilometer straight for Jima’s face.
Perhaps her skin was tougher than the front armor of the main battle tank.
The long-rod penetrator shattered, and the fourth shot similarly yielded no results, the only outcome being that Jima’s veil was knocked off.
This led to infighting among personnel who came to assess the damage. Despite everyone having taken drugs to suppress their desires beforehand, nearly half of them attempted to stop the abhorrent experiment unarmed.
The measuring work proceeded slowly and laboriously.
Using various instruments, they determined that the succubus was indeed a succubus and collected long-rod penetrator fragments for research.
As more experimental weapons were added, including Tomahawk missiles and Tao’s… not to mention the legendary exorcistic items like silver nitrate and holy water.
Upon hearing the reports from the front lines, many felt despondent.
If all this was true, she only needed to slip into the city, and at the current level of human technology, it would be nearly impossible to deal with a succubus.
The later assessments became increasingly perfunctory.
Finally, on the second day, the military decided to deploy nuclear weapons in advance.
The succubus changed into new attire and flew beneath a nuclear warhead with a yield of nine million tons.
A giant sun rose up, soaring high, a shockwave blasting in all directions, the sun ascending to nearly a thousand meters high, slowly descending to form a dazzling mushroom cloud.
The high-speed cameras set up on site transmitted the final moments before going black, all communication temporarily cut off.
Drones shot towards the explosion center at high speeds.
Jima, dressed in rags, revealed large areas of her plump skin, one hand covering her ample breasts, standing barefoot beneath the falling mushroom cloud, stepping out of the crater on the glassy, red land.
Those bare feet seemed to trample on humanity’s proudest technologies and military might.
The video reached the command center, and everyone fell silent, only catching their breath. After a few seconds, some cursed it as a deception, cursing her while their eyes were glued to the image of the mature succubus.
Some knelt on the ground as if welcoming the arrival of a new deity, murmuring sorrowful prayers, begging God for forgiveness.
Others didn’t watch at all, stubbornly insisting it was a fraud, pulling out their handguns and firing at the ceiling, demanding everyone calm down.
As news spread, America was engulfed in heated arguments, with those insisting it was a deception clashing with those who argued it was not.
However, observant individuals noticed that the media, while broadcasting the video, no longer obscured Jima’s body with a bunch of black frames but only pixelated it.
Online, many were educating others that this was Jima’s scheme; anyone who viewed the video would certainly fall under her curse and thus be enslaved by her.
But on various sites like P Station and X Station, videos of the demon king without censorship flooded in, the comments section unusually filled with hostility, cursing and criticizing the protagonist of the video, yet the views broke records. On a certain yellow-black website, the most liked comment read:
“She wants to be humanity’s ruler; we’ll use her to guide us, and that’s even.”
Even though Huaxia exerted all sorts of administrative capabilities to vigorously stop the video from spreading, the news still circulated across Huaxia’s web, thanks largely to the efforts of various enthusiasts.
After a month of commotion.
America announced that legally, Jima was officially recognized as superior.
The uproar ceased; even the most stubborn individuals began to believe that Jima could truly withstand a nuclear bomb.
“Disgrace, a tremendous disgrace; humanity’s civilization has been pushed back by two hundred years at this moment.”
“Not just two hundred years; we’ve regressed thousands of years, back to the era of slavery.”
“Slavery? In the future, we’ll truly be beasts, raised like livestock.”
Optimistic individuals started learning sign language.
Smart individuals began to run to Thailand for gender reassignment surgeries or cosmetic procedures.
Pessimistic individuals started hoarding burial plots, fearing they would die without a resting place.
Those seeking entertainment performed spells on the video.
“George, what’s your opinion?”
“Not surprising at all,” George replied expressionlessly. “She has always been like this; she has been hiding it, but once on Earth, no one could punish her, and she acted recklessly.”
Disappointed but also predictable.
“But…” George’s gaze sharpened, “Malice buried in the psyche, and voicing it out, while forcing others to acknowledge it, are two different natures. She brazenly tramples the finest things in humanity, trampling on the consensus forged through the blood of countless forebears.
“It may not appear as bloody and brutal as slaughtering a city, but she has killed the common good in people’s hearts, desecrated humanity’s noble ideals. After this, evildoers will be able to openly commit evils… the harm is immense. Regardless, she must be publicly tried to save the greater good.”
“George, a commander wishes to see you.”
A few minutes later.
An elderly man with atrophied limbs arrived in an electric wheelchair, flanked by guards who said not a word, resembling dumb mutes.
The elderly man’s lips were dry and thin, his face stubborn, adorned with medals.
“Hello, let me introduce myself,” he said. “I once led warriors into battle against her.”
George remarked, “I can sense a strong trace of curses left upon you.”
“She left me a scar,” he said. “I was paralyzed in bed for several years, my muscles atrophying. We valiantly defeated her, but she bore a grudge, and during the peace talks, did not lift the curse on the command personnel.”
George spoke respectfully, “Those soldiers who have remained silent, were they the brave warriors who fought against her?”
“Yes, they have been tormented by the curse of silence and have developed a habit of not speaking; they have become the mute army,” the elderly man said. “They are all warriors with a strong ideological discipline, and would never leak secrets; haha, she’s hoisted the stone to smash her own feet.”
“Do you have any extraordinary means to counter her?”
“No,” the elderly man replied. “She has always cursed those who sealed her; our warriors have always been on the front lines, and later, she escaped to America.”
George seemed to see the mortals rushing forward, using their flesh and blood to drive the demon king from their homeland.
“From my understanding of her, if she holds out, the results won’t be optimistic.”
The elderly man stubbornly pressed his lips together.
“…But I understand her character well; she bullies the weak and fears the strong, and is indulgent. If there are soft persimmons to squeeze, she will not hesitate to drop the persimmon in her hand and take a shortcut,” George said:
“Sometimes, shortcuts can often be long routes. Thank you for your contributions and sacrifices. If she makes a nest here, then what awaits me may be a deadly ambush.”
In a show of respect, George even saluted, “I hope to join your organization to help you capture and judge her.”
The elderly man’s cloudy eyes dimmed a bit but he steeled himself and said, “We will need to discuss and study this matter.”
“Please wait a moment.” George leaned down, grasping his shriveled, bony palm, channeling precious magical power into it.
Strength returned to the elderly man’s body; his atrophied muscles became strong, and he stood up directly from the wheelchair, asking, “How many people can you save?”
“I can’t restore my magical power.”
The elderly man lowered his head and said, “It’s fine.”
“But as long as I establish a good order, the more people protected by good laws, the faster I will regain my magical power,” George said. “Don’t be pessimistic; I can responsibly tell you. She cannot withstand human weapons; it’s all just a ruse.”
“A ruse?”
“Right. She merely used illusions and some form of regenerative ability,” George said. “I’m aware of why she curses everyone; based on my deductions, she might be able to draw magical power from human suffering and emotions.”
At this point, George tightened his grip on the elderly man’s hand.
“Rescuing all those who suffer is to rescue ourselves.”
For some reason, the elderly man’s eyes glistened as he said:
“Comrade… I will report your words today faithfully. If they disagree to wage war on her again, I will try a second and third time, blocking the meeting room door, and not allow them to leave.”
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In January of the Year of the Demon.
Jima stood before the newly completed balcony, gazing at the surrounding fertile land, where not a soul could be seen.
Beneath the balcony, dozens of beautiful maids lined up pouring into the palace, each unique, with fashions ranging from off-the-shoulder, backless, to half-breasted, while hair and skin colors encompassed all ethnicities.
The head maid, Lianxi, approached, “Master, congratulations on the completion of your palace.”
Jima smiled in satisfaction and sighed, “Often, choice outweighs effort; fortunately, I took a shortcut. If I had still been stubbornly facing off against Huaxia, it’s likely the palace would have just broken ground now. Haha, only fools would eschew shortcuts.”
“Master is great.”
“Alright, let’s have a gathering today; are clothes, food, and toys all prepared?”
“Prepared.”
“Then we’ll play until tomorrow morning.”
“Understood, Master. I’m on it.”
