Chapter 254 Chapter 248 Paradise
The airport was like a spider’s nest, densely woven with webs, while mortals were like little bugs trapped in the spider’s threads, blissfully unaware that they were under a powerful curse.
Little Ji tightly clutched the hem of George’s shirt, shrinking behind him.
“It’s okay.” George patted her head, feeling the two small, short horns on top.
She couldn’t let George down; she needed to work hard to atone.
Little Ji mustered her courage and tried to look at a blonde American woman.
The woman appeared to be in her thirties; upon seeing Little Ji, her eyes lit up, smiled at her, and greeted her.
Little Ji shrank her head back and quietly said, “George… George brother, those curses on mortals—”
“Enough.” George suddenly said, “Let’s go eat first; you’ve been on the plane for so long, and you must be tired. You don’t like airplane food.”
Little Ji breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, saying, “Okay, George brother.”
She had insisted on calling George “brother” for some time now.
At the airport, George chose an international chain restaurant—KFC.
Little Ji sat on a chair, her small hands white and delicate, wearing large plastic gloves, holding crispy fried chicken pieces, her pearly teeth biting down with a crunch.
A chubby man in black clothing approached, greeted George, and asked if he could take a picture with Little Ji.
George turned his head and fluently declined.
It was only then that Little Ji quietly raised her dark eyes—she was wearing colored contact lenses to prevent her golden eyes from revealing her non-human nature. She studied George’s face closely to see if he was angry, being very careful.
When George turned his head back, Little Ji quickly dropped her gaze again, nibbling on the fried chicken piece in her hand, bite by bite.
George appeared calm, the icy demeanor on his face melting away. He sipped on plain water and had a bit of fries.
Little Ji stretched her white legs, waiting for George to ask her something. She had prepared her responses to questions about curses, occasionally glancing at the nearby mortals to analyze the curses they bore, ensuring she wouldn’t say anything wrong.
Little Ji didn’t want George to think she was a depraved, despicable, and traitorous succubus, like a certain big demon queen.
“Little Ji.”
“Hmm?” Little Ji stopped swinging her legs and tail, looking up at George.
“Let’s take a rest tonight and go to Disneyland the day after tomorrow.”
“Ah?”
Little Ji looked at George.
In the crowded KFC, curses shimmered red on the bodies of the crowd, the strands of curses spreading everywhere, as if they had entered a magical cave.
Yet, in such an environment, George proposed going to Disneyland.
“Do you want to go?” George said, “I’ll go with you. If you don’t want to go, I’ll cancel the reservation.”
It was hard to believe that George, who usually took orders from mortals and worked tirelessly, would set the task aside…
Little Ji shook her head with difficulty, saying, “I don’t need to go; George brother should complete the organization’s tasks quickly. It wouldn’t be good if they found out you spent public funds to take me to Disneyland.”
George said, “That’s not against the rules.”
Little Ji replied, “But I don’t need to.”
“Little Ji, do you want to go to Disneyland?”
Little Ji had only heard of Disneyland in passing, but thinking of playing with George, she nodded.
“Then let’s go.” George said, “It will relieve some pressure; I can see you’re almost overwhelmed with it. Don’t rush; take a good rest.”
Little Ji looked at George, revealing a flower-like smile, happily sipping her iced cola, which was so deliciously sweet and bubbly.
That evening, they rented a room at a hotel. The front desk attendant said, “We only have a double bed left.”
She looked at Little Ji and George with a doubtful expression.
George was straightforward: “I’m not a pedophile.”
The front desk attendant covered her embarrassment with laughter and processed the check-in for the two. Little Ji’s tail drooped slightly.
Once in the room, the sky darkened.
Little Ji couldn’t get online, nor could she have any communication tools. She held a tablet, wearing Bluetooth headphones, watching cartoons.
George held a tablet, reading a book.
Time passed.
Little Ji was very well-behaved; she didn’t disturb George, took a shower, dried her waist-length hair, and by ten o’clock, snuggled into bed, quietly turning off the light.
After Little Ji lay down, George’s fingers scribbled on the tablet:
“Time flow in the hometown world is unknown.”
“In the matriarchal world, three years have passed.”
“In the earthly world, it’s almost eleven years since the demon invasion; it’s been nearly eleven years since she came to Earth.”
“After Wan Ziqi’s death, it seemed to take only half a second for her appearance.”
“Demon King Jima, birth date unknown, claims to have lived for three centuries.”
Based on the above conditions, George set the time coefficient of the hometown world as X, the matriarchal world as Y, and the earthly world as Z, deriving several formulas:
“3Y = 11X.”
“0.5sZ = 302.8X.”
George calculated that he had been on Earth for over half a year. If the second formula held, even if he successfully returned, he might see a world overrun by an apocalypse or a world where the apocalyptic war had ended thousands of years ago.
Would it be possible to see it? The flying church soaring into space, mentioned in ancient historical texts, recorded that a certain hero disappeared with a sacred sword.
If it were truly like that, Jenna and Eve Frostleaf would surely mention his name with nostalgia… and resentment before they passed away.
Thinking this way, George felt somewhat anxious.
But he quickly suppressed it. Little Ji was already under considerable pressure due to her need for atonement at such a young age; he shouldn’t pass his anxious emotions onto her.
What she needed was relaxation.
The day after tomorrow.
The two arrived at Disneyland in California, gaining early entry. George arranged everything perfectly with money, avoiding holidays and weekends, so there weren’t many people at Disneyland.
Little Ji had a great time, pulling George’s hand, playing here and there, completely pushing the cursed matter out of her mind.
They played all day until Little Ji was too tired to walk, and George carried her on his back.
Little Ji wrapped her arms around George, her fingers hanging onto a souvenir, resting her head on his back, carefully avoiding his injury, eyes closed, wanting to engrave this moment in her memory.
George carried her toward Disneyland, gradually leaving behind the landmark castle’s gray walls and blue roofs.
As they approached the entrance of Disneyland, there were many people nearby, most of whom were visitors who had just seen the fireworks show around ten-thirty.
Surrounding people spoke English, which Little Ji couldn’t understand, but she recognized one word.
“…Jima…”
“…Jima…”
She opened her eyes and raised her head; George was just exiting Disneyland, and the gate was adorned with many things she hadn’t seen when they entered in the morning.
A lace banner with an ornate artistic style featured a silhouette in the middle, depicting a person falling from a building, with a gaping hole in their chest from which a winged demon woman flew out.
Below were the words “11 years.”
Someone shouted excitedly toward the banner, their neck flushed and chubby, screaming as if they were a young girl seeing their idol.
Some began cursing.
Only then did Little Ji realize that Disneyland was celebrating the 11th year of the demon invasion, commemorating Demon King Jima’s arrival on Earth.
Lights lit up, and a stage that had already been set up suddenly appeared next to the entrance of Disneyland, with no clue who built it inconspicuously.
A silver-haired girl with waist-length hair, possessing extraordinary beauty, dressed in an off-shoulder dress with a witch’s hat, was dancing and singing into a microphone, praising someone.
Behind her was a line of beautiful women in maid outfits performing an elegant dance, each wearing a look of inexplicable fervor.
The song they sang, laced with admiration for Demon King Jima, surged toward the passersby. Though the song was beautiful and the dance captivating.
Some people, however, were unsettled by this sudden praise activity, one person began to curse loudly, mixing “fuck” with Jima’s name.
Then, the warrior received an unexpected slap to the face, from which smoke began to rise from their backside as they ran away in panic, igniting spontaneously.
This extinguished any good mood they had for the day.
Little Ji whispered in George’s ear, “George brother, let’s go quickly; it’s her witch. She might notice us.”
George remained composed, carrying Little Ji and quickly making his way to the parking lot, where his rented car was.
Once in the car, the joy of the earlier Disneyland experience vanished completely.
Little Ji broke the silence, saying, “George brother, that curse should be related to life. I can feel the fine thread affecting everyone’s lives.”
George replied, “She nearly placed a powerful curse on everyone.”
“Yes, but I don’t know the specific effects,” Little Ji said. “Suddenly I remembered what I told you before about the weaker level of curses I saw in China.”
“It could have changed, right?” George said, “At that time, you didn’t know that Jima had the ability to amplify her extraordinary powers.”
“That’s right,” Little Ji said. “Perhaps those weak curses serve a guiding purpose; in any case, they aren’t as harmless as they seem.”
George said, “I’m sorry, Little Ji, we need to return to China immediately. The plan to sever her web of curses must be executed at once.”
