Chapter 251: Chapter 245 Open Source Engraving
After the contract was signed, George repeatedly verified that it could indeed bind Little Ji. Faced with George’s suspicion, Little Ji was not angry; on the contrary, she felt a bit happy, though it was not evident on her face, as seen from the way her tail wagged.
That day, George’s report, after undergoing various confidentiality measures, reached the decision-making level.
George hoped that this report would dispel the Chinese government’s concerns about Demon King Ji Ma and support him in judging the Demon King.
During the waiting days, the Chinese officials wanted George to stay by Little Ji’s side because they feared that Little Ji could be part of Ji Ma’s scheme, or perhaps even Ji Ma herself. In this vast world, only George could handle her.
However, when Little Ji left George for a while, even if they were more than fifty meters apart, her form gradually dissipated, forcing her to return to George’s side. They had a connection that George could not comprehend.
Her body became translucent, with golden sunlight streaming through her, and as she raised her palm, the sunlight passed through it, leaving no shadow on George.
The whole ray of sunlight effortlessly flowed through her small, delicate body, as if she could dissolve into the sunlight and disappear at any moment.
Instinctively, George reached out to grab Little Ji.
“Um?”
Little Ji raised her small hand to grasp George’s thumb, but as if shocked, she quickly withdrew her hand and lowered her head, saying, “I’m sorry.”
“What’s wrong?”
“You smell nice, like peach blossoms.” She said, “I wanted to eat you just now, to harm you.”
“You don’t need to apologize.”
“I’m scared.” Little Ji said, “How do I describe it to you? I have a predatory desire for you… besides that, nothing else.”
George looked at her gently, encouraging her to continue speaking.
“I only know the literal meaning of kindness and love; you taught me, but I can’t understand. Those humans say that goodness comes from the ability to empathize, that when they see others suffering, they feel pain themselves…”
“You listen carefully in class,” George said.
The Chinese government had found many capable teachers for Little Ji to explain what kindness is.
“They showed me videos. The first one was of a beggar in rags, shivering from the cold, and someone kicked him down. The second was of a girl suffering from domestic violence. The third was of an empty-handed civilian, shot in the head by someone.”
She bit her light pink lips and said, “But I don’t feel any pain at all, there’s a kind of… a kind of…”
“Don’t worry, Little Ji. I won’t blame you.”
“The joy of hating those who are satisfied.”
In the sunlight, the translucent Little Ji nervously blinked her light golden eyes, as fragile as glass that could shatter with a touch.
She showed George her softest side.
George couldn’t bring himself to hurt her and said, “This is your nature; you don’t have to be afraid. No one will hurt you. Can you tell me how these feelings come about?”
“When I see those weaker people, I have an impulse to break their bones.” Little Ji said, “I kept thinking just now. Later, I understood that ordinary people should be the victims to empathize with, but I empathized with the perpetrators instead.”
“Why?”
“Because I feel that it’s powerful to do whatever I want without considering others.”
“Take your time.” George said, “Think about it: would you prefer to be with a bully who likes to oppress the weak, or someone who likes to help others?”
Little Ji lowered her head, her slender fingers touching together, and turned her face away: “I… I want to be with you.”
George gently urged: “Think about why.”
“Because… because I have betrayed you, yet you treat me especially well.”
George asked, “If I were an evil person like her, would you still like me?”
Little Ji shook her head vigorously, her long black hair flowing like waves.
“So, we help others to have kind people around us, kind friends,” George said. “Moreover, no matter how strong a person is, they have weak times and always need help from others. I believe that’s the meaning of kindness.”
Little Ji nodded, seemingly understanding.
“Very good,” George encouraged. “If you stay with me for a while, I believe you will eventually walk the path of kindness in a year and a half.”
“Really?” Little Ji said uncertainly. “I feel like I haven’t changed at all, and I’m essentially the same as her; after all, we are the same person.”
But her translucent golden eyes sparkled with hope.
George couldn’t lie; he wasn’t sure, especially with Ji Ma’s precedent.
Seeing George hesitate, Little Ji’s long eyelashes drooped as she looked down at her ice cream-like slender legs.
“Can I hug you?”
Little Ji nodded.
George embraced Little Ji. Her body was soft and small, like a well-behaved cat in his arms. Her trembling gradually calmed, but she suddenly seemed startled and gently pushed on George’s chest, saying, “I’m sorry…”
George released her, noticing Little Ji’s flushed face.
“What’s wrong?”
Her voice was very soft: “I just had some dirty thoughts.”
“Can you tell me?” George said. “It’s okay if it’s inconvenient.”
“I was thinking of eating you.” Little Ji said. “You should like my body, right? I could use it to control you. Just thinking about that possibility makes my tail stand up straight, just like this.”
She raised her tail like a cat.
George said, “Understanding the problem is the first and most important step to solving it. Don’t worry too much; you can succeed.”
Little Ji nodded: “Mm.”
At some point, her body was no longer translucent, no longer looking as though it would dissolve into light and disappear like bubbles by the sea.
Two days later.
George received a notification.
He was required to attend a meeting. However, his opinions would be conveyed through others to prevent decision-making mortals from being influenced by him.
After discussions and studies, although Little Ji had assisted in banishing the Demon King Ji Ma, alleviating concerns about global horrific events that could cause billions of deaths, there was still insufficient understanding of Ji Ma’s latest capabilities.
Thus, it was decided that George would investigate the Demon King Ji Ma’s extraordinary engravings.
“Extraordinary engravings?” When Little Ji heard this term, she shook her little head: “I’m sorry, I… I have never heard of it.”
Finally, she said anxiously, “I… did not lie.”
George looked at her gently and softly said, “It’s okay; tell me your thoughts.”
“She deceived many people. Quantitative changes cause qualitative changes; the power of lies should achieve unexpected effects.” Little Ji said, “But even so, ‘lies come true’ shouldn’t be able to reach that level, as even mortals can use it.”
George looked at the paper-thin computer screen, which displayed the Finale Novel website, showing a detailed page of a book with a few golden buttons that were discordant with the overall red-and-white color scheme.
They were: “Initiate a small black room,” “Age verification,” “Permanent save.”
In the comments section, next to each person’s speaking ID, there was a line of small text (paid reader).
George had long noticed these vulgar golden words on the internet, usually found on entertainment websites. According to official information, they had appeared in the fourth year of the demon surge, and various measures had been taken to remove these words from the website—even cutting off the internet and deleting articles from the back end had proven ineffective.
George pondered, “What exactly is this ability?”
In the fourth year of the demon surge.
Ji Ma sat sideways on the terrace of her beautiful palace, her plump long legs dangling in the air.
Having just spent a night playing a game to her taste, she was in a great mood.
Below her, the maids, dressed up, carried baskets of vegetables, stepped into the golden fields of rapeseed, and reached out to pluck the tender branches and leaves, only taking the most tender ones.
“So beautiful.”
Ji Ma took a sip of cola, “Just like the entertainment industry now, full of vitality, everything is thriving.”
Thanks to Ji Ma’s efforts, many 3A games now openly feature pornographic content, and with various limitations being dismantled, even the Oscar’s diversity award standard, which only lasted half a year, had been abolished—the standard rigidly required representation from this ethnicity or that transgender individual.
Some say she aims to lead humanity into depravity, while others claim she is a true liberal—except in the realm of free speech.
But Ji Ma merely wanted to enjoy better entertainment works.
This was the best way. With so many entertainment works produced each year, some are rough gems that need polishing, some are chocolate wrapped around excrement, some are masterpieces. One cannot possibly step on landmines alone, right?
At this moment, she needed massive consumers to step on landmines, to trial and error, and even to be paid testers for her.
Thinking of this, Ji Ma turned her gaze eastward toward China, her eyes narrowing. There, there was immense potential for exploration, but unfortunately, the entire market was bound by heavy restrictions.
Why not try to unlock those restrictions? To create billions, even tens of billions of consumers to step on landmines for her?
