Chapter 244 Chapter 238: Going Against the Current
“Master, the batch of women’s clothing ordered has been delayed for a month with no delivery, and the other party has requested to terminate the transaction, compensating fully.”
“Master, the purchasing maid No. 9527 was killed by a bomb in the procured supplies.”
“Master, given the current situation, the stockings in the palace can only last… two weeks.”
Ji Ma has always been immersed in her gentle world, but now she too can sense that something is wrong.
Long-standing disdain has made her oblivious to the increasingly intense public sentiment in the Amei Reika society.
This sentiment is influenced by multiple factors. On one hand, there is the international community’s concern about Ji Ma alienating Amei Reika and then dominating the world. On the other hand, there are the side effects brought by Amei Reika’s public legislation recognizing Ji Ma’s special status.
All the discontent and anger quickly detonated this bomb after the news of Ji Ma’s undisguised creation of witches spread.
Online discussions represent a segment of this sentiment.
“The Demon King wants to rule the whole world, what the hell! She wants her beautiful witches to rule us for generations.”
“From now on, we will be treated like cattle, sent to the battlefield as fodder! The federal government has joined forces with her.”
“Being ruled by a group of beautiful demon girls? This future looks great.”
“What a freak?”
Ji Ma rested her face on one hand, tilting her head as she looked at the screen, her mature and beautiful face showing a somber expression.
“Xiao Li.”
“Mm?”
“If we send all the maids back to the palace, how long can the food last?”
“About two months,” Lianxi estimated, “if you keep moving things from the Dream Palace, we can make it last.”
“That’s too much trouble,” Ji Ma said. “I might as well wipe out the new town of eight million people. It’s time to let those hot-blooded ants, those who thrive on chaos, and those with intellect lower than dogs taste what it means to live in a wasteland.”
The more Ji Ma spoke, the more agitated she became:
“And that group of elites stands by and watches, even secretly stoking the flames, proving their worth, wanting me to buy them off. I’ll give them a black death. When their population is reduced to a quarter, they will regret treating me as the scourge of God. They will write in the books of civilization, with awe and fear, never to provoke me.”
“All the reckless youth wanting to test things, when they try, the bystanders will scream and knock their heads in. And those who stir up trouble for fun won’t even dare to touch.”
“Xiao Li, what do you think?”
Lianxi said, “I have no doubt that you, Master, have such great power. But before you turn the world into a wasteland, you need to plunder enough warehouses of stockings and underwear. I suggest you prepare plenty of fabric.”
“Mm.” Ji Ma nodded. “Continue.”
“And order some tailors to provide you with clothing.”
“Anything else?”
Lianxi shook her head. “I think that should be enough.”
“There should be more,” Ji Ma said. “Electricity, we need to consider the electricity situation. I’ll expand the fog area to a dam to supply power, then I need to charm a group of engineers. As for food, we need to stockpile enough to last for ten years, then we can also raid granaries…”
“The maintenance of the palace can be put aside for now; I can solve that with my magical powers…”
“The flow of maids toward the maids.” Ji Ma said, “Maidens I used to find boring can just leave and go to society. How can I bear to send those beautiful girls into the wasteland? Even if they have aged into little monsters.”
Lianxi praised: “The Master is so good to us.”
Ji Ma continued:
“Selecting maids in the future will also be a trouble. Theoretically, all I have to do is put up an advertisement, and a big crowd of starving girls or those wanting to appease me will break down my door… but in the wasteland, how good can their nutrition be? How many of them work out regularly? Wear makeup? Dance?”
“The Master thinks far ahead.”
“Annoying.” Ji Ma slapped her horn on her head, the armband on her arm reflecting the light. “Once I start living well, I can’t stand a future where the standard of living drops; this is the good plan of those evil elites.”
“Master, have you determined that they are the masterminds behind this?”
“There are no masterminds.” Ji Ma said. “I spent the whole day yesterday checking one by one. More people stood idly by, tacitly allowing the situation to unfold; after all, with things getting this way, it increases their bargaining chips in negotiations with me.”
Lianxi praised: “No one can deceive the Master.”
“…so that’s precisely where they deserve to die.”
“Ah?”
“Because if they gave it their all, they could resolve it, but they didn’t.” Ji Ma’s tail restlessly tapped on the chair, “That’s why I initially wanted to show them some colors; I can only compromise.”
“So, did the Master see it clearly from the beginning?”
“Yes.”
“Then why still?”
“I’m not happy.” Ji Ma said. “How many losses have the employed maids incurred?”
“Does that include those who resigned?”
Some maids were terrified, while many more were excluded by family or friends, leading them to apply for resignation.
“No.” Ji Ma said. “If they want to leave, they can. I don’t blame them. The real culprits are those who forced them to resign and that tide. One day, I will make any maid bold enough to hug me in front of a thousand cameras.”
Lianxi praised: “The Master is striking at the stronger ones.”
“Your flattery is getting better, just like your math skills.” Ji Ma said. “Ask the Thursday maid group if they’re ready?”
To keep things fresh, the maid group serving Ji Ma changes every so often, with the shortest interval being once a day.
“I’ll ask.” Lianxi picked up her phone, made a call, and then shook her head at Ji Ma: “Sorry, the Texas food warehouse exploded, and we lost two sisters in the explosion. Some people used your healing potions to save the injured, but we are short-handed.”
Thinking of those beautiful maids in maid dresses, ruined by the explosion, flowers wilting.
Ji Ma slammed the armrest in anger: “I want to kill the salesman who sold us the food, and the company boss, as well as the murderer. Their heads will hang under the torch of the Statue of Liberty, a whole circle! Flying in the wind!”
The two close witches nearby and several maids looked at Ji Ma in shock.
The silver-haired witch Yu Xia, dressed in a black dress, approached Ji Ma and hugged her.
Her waist was soft, even with a corset on.
Ji Ma kissed her and licked her sweet saliva—this was a blessing, and Ji Ma felt a bit calmer.
“Master, go whip the world.” The silver-haired witch Yu Xia said, the heat of greed emanating from her chest: “I will be your most loyal enforcer.”
Ji Ma smiled slightly, stroking the cheek of the silver-haired witch Yu Xia and said: “You must look beautiful standing on corpses with your longsword and rifle, just remember to let only blood stain the hem of your dress.”
The silver-haired witch Yu Xia’s smile turned sincere at the corners of her mouth.
“…but I decided to do it the human way; everyone should enjoy life and become beautiful.”
The silver-haired witch Yu Xia’s smile visibly hardened, and she lowered her head and said: “Yes, Master.”
Hee hee.
Ji Ma secretly laughed in her heart and said: “If not all the people are here, we must still work.”
The patched-up Thursday maid group arrived, a total of six members, varying from petite to mature figures, with stockings in white, black, and pink. But the only commonality was the sadness on their faces.
Ji Ma patted the bottom of a brown-skinned maid and kissed a former Victoria’s Secret angel:
“Don’t cry, my dear, they will pay the price.”
Accompanied by the Thursday maid group, Ji Ma and the maids sat on soft, fluffy clouds and arrived at the divination room.
The divination room was large, with the divination pool being half the size of a swimming pool. Sitting in a chair, one can overlook the divination pool, with a curtain hanging in front.
Ji Ma lay on the soft bed and commanded: “Bring me the surveillance footage of the explosion.”
“Yes, Master.”
Under the control of several maids, the projector displayed the footage on the screen. Ji Ma beckoned for the black-haired, blue-clothed, white-stocking maid to come over; she hugged her and lay sideways on the soft bed.
The explosion scene at the food warehouse appeared on the screen.
Ji Ma used her magical power to perform divination, and a white man appeared in the divination pool. He sat in a chair, holding an AR, which was filled with people’s names.
He was live-streaming on his computer: “I secretly put three pounds of black subgold into the harem of that demon’s bitch, God bless, may more shameless bitches get blown up.”
“Everyone, I’ll soon be going to heaven, and that demon will definitely not let it go, just like the Texas demon hunters, who died under that damned billboard, cursed.”
After saying that, the murderer held the AR and shouted: “Next warrior, remember to write my name on your gun.”
“I won’t let you die.” Ji Ma muttered to herself, blinked, and instead of directly cursing the other party, she used him as a medium for the next step of divination.
After more than ten minutes, she found a few articles that greatly influenced him, which filled his mind with the ideas Ji Ma detested. Ji Ma found out the authors of those articles.
She also discovered some remarks that provoked the murderer. A careful distinction made it clear that they were the instigators; the internet was never short of instigators, who liked to use a tiger’s skin as a flag, took things out of context, and escalated issues.
For example, seizing on past remarks from the other party to threaten: “You actually said that the Demon King Ji Ma is a worn-out shoe, do you want to die? Apologize quickly! I’ve already messaged her privately!”
While enjoying the thrill of scaring others, they secretly delighted in the thought that provoking the other party’s anger would backfire on Ji Ma.
Hmph, that’s right. They hate me, but they don’t even have the guts to confront me. However, they boldly drag my name through the mud to intimidate others and generate hatred toward me.
Ji Ma clapped her hands, and the murderer immediately slumped in his chair, a martyr-like smile on his face, but several English words appeared on his face: “Lifetime paralysis curse.”
“The rest of the murderers, Michael, John… their fates can all be seen on my Twitter.”
Then Ji Ma turned her head and shouted:
“Xiao Li? Xiao Li.”
“Coming.”
“Post a long article on my Twitter.” Ji Ma reported several names, addresses, and charges: “…Using my name to incite, lifetime poverty curse… those stirring things up nearby… daily full-body gout curse… that’s it, did you get it down?”
“Got it, a total of twenty-eight people.”
“Post it, by the way, how long did I take?”
“One hour and two minutes.”
“Looks like we’re going to pull an all-nighter today.”
