Chapter 259 Chapter 253 Work and Pleasure
“How did the test results go?”
“She divined about people related to me but couldn’t divine me,” George said, glancing to his right, “Little Ji can attest to that.”
To the eyes of the other two humans, George’s right side was completely empty.
A young girl’s voice chimed in: “Yes, I sensed her divination.”
“Is there any obvious evidence for that?”
Little Ji, hands on her hips, replied discontentedly: “Uncle, this is common knowledge. If you need visible evidence, I think you should ask her directly. Just think about it, how can the divination affect brother the same way it affects ordinary people? He was originally stronger than her by a level; without a strong medium, it’s impossible for her to divine him.”
“Little Ji, don’t speak so definitively; this comrade holds an important role in the organization and must be cautious.”
“Comrade George, can you guarantee it?”
“I can,” George replied, “I know her well. Back when we were companions, we competed for the crown fragments against the Eternal Chosen One. Because the Eternal Chosen One was too powerful, she couldn’t divine more information and could only flap her wings and go for reconnaissance.”
“Sorry, for humans, extraordinary abilities are very unfamiliar.”
“Are you ready now?” George stood up and said, “Prepare to enter the Era of Integrity.”
The two humans looked a bit evasive and worried; someone nodded and said, “We’re ready.”
As they walked down the corridor, Little Ji whispered to George, “They’re scared, afraid the new era will harm them, even though they always say they’re ready at any time.”
“That’s normal,” George said directly, “No one is flawless; everyone worries that the new era will be very unkind.”
That day, in an open secret base.
After rigorous scrutiny and personal selection by George, twelve high-ranking personnel swore before the Golden Law, promising not to lie. From then on, they could not lie and had the ability to see through lies, but only during interactions with others.
They had to have others ask them a question and answer truthfully to discern lies.
This was the result George had insisted on; setting an example was one aspect. The other aspect was that due to the difference in status, unrestricted honesty could lead to one-sided honesty, where those of lower status did not dare to remain silent.
Next, a group of selected disciplinary committee members swore never to betray, and they also obtained the ability to discern lies….
Ten days to half a month later.
George was extremely busy and encountered many tricky problems while promoting the “Good Law.”
A new department had been established in Huaxia, where George served as the deputy, with several qualified big shots parachuted in to coordinate the operations of other departments. However, in reality, due to George’s extraordinary identity, the department was essentially based on George’s opinions.
Despite always working hard at his desk, he insisted on bringing Little Ji with him.
On his wide black desk, Little Ji sat on the table, reciting one of the recommended books for elementary students, “The Little Mermaid,” with her legs crossed. George occasionally shifted his gaze from the documents to Little Ji’s profile, which resembled Ji Ma’s.
Someone knocked on the door: “Knock, knock, knock.”
“Come in.”
Someone brought a large pile of documents and placed them on George’s desk, saying, “The leadership task force needs your opinions; the summary is on top.”
George picked up the confidential leather bag and opened it.
The visitor left discreetly.
The document summary concerned Ji Ma’s “evil rituals.” Intelligence personnel had determined that Ji Ma had conducted at least three ceremonies based on the gathering of witches and information from dozens of former maids.
Through cross-verification, the credibility of the intelligence was very high.
“Three large-scale rituals?”
George called Little Ji over to look at the document together.
Combined with related intelligence, it was clear that the evil rituals were not something Ji Ma could simply initiate at will; each evil ritual was spaced out by one to two years.
After the first evil ritual, her frequency of persecuting others and lying increased significantly, seemingly to gather the power of suffering.
She also successfully convinced hundreds of thousands of people that the Earth is flat; every year, some would build homemade rockets to prove the Earth is round, resulting in many deaths each year—a disaster that continues to haunt us to this day.
After the second evil ritual, nearly ten heroes, known for resisting the Demon King, were revealed to have become paralyzed due to the waning enthusiasm of the people; their families were overwhelmed and unable to care for them.
This caused a strong social reaction, and many donated money hoping the heroes would live better. However, they discovered that previously, there had been a massive social movement against the Demon King Ji Ma, even attacking women who wanted to become maids.
Ji Ma acted ruthlessly, paralyzing wave after wave of people, and their sacrifices prompted many to imitate them—thus, thousands of heroes were born, lying in bed needing assistance.
There was also a heated discussion about what level of curse could classify someone as a hero, leading to chaos. Many unfortunate bankrupt individuals claimed they were victims of Ji Ma’s poverty curse and considered themselves heroes deserving of donations.
After the third evil ritual.
The tragic circumstances of the anti-demon heroes no longer captured public attention.
Ji Ma “mercifully” lifted the curses of many famous heroes. Several were selected by the media as symbolic figures to represent the anti-demon hero group.
Once freed, some wept profusely in gratitude for Ji Ma’s mercy. Others angrily cursed, denouncing their caregivers for tormenting and abusing them, and criticized society for being indifferent to heroes, claiming everyone only pretended to care while leading them to their doom.
In front of the cameras, they showed their bedsores, displayed pitiful donation statements, and illustrated how cruel this society was to heroes.
Several heroes bowed and apologized to Ji Ma, saying they had merely been manipulated, winning her generosity and receiving youth-restoring potions.
This caused a huge sensation in America.
Due to the promotions and people’s expectations, everyone had elevated the heroes, with countless essays celebrating them, which earned many tears and feelings from people.
Later, societal backlash occurred; the image of anti-demon heroes was deconstructed, becoming synonymous with reckless, manipulated youths or opportunists. Only in this way could the public feel better about themselves.
George shook his head and said, “She understands human emotions very well; she must have drawn much power. Little Ji, what do you think the three rituals were for?”
“I don’t know much about the rituals. It must be the new powers she acquired after abandoning me,” Little Ji said. “But I feel that binding the lives of seven to eight hundred million people to herself is unimaginable….”
She couldn’t find the right term for a moment.
“Miracle.”
“Mm.” Little Ji nodded, her pure golden eyes spinning in circles, very much like Ji Ma’s small gestures of contemplation.
“Let’s put it this way. The magical winds have never brushed the bodies of Earthlings; before magic, they are as weak as sheep; magic is the big bad wolf.” Little Ji spread her arms and made a claw gesture, “But that’s seven to eight hundred million people, covering almost the entire population of developed countries.”
George said, “She hasn’t targeted Huaxia; do you think deep down, she harbors feelings for her homeland?”
Little Ji shook her head:
“She abandoned me and everything she once was; how could she still have national sentiments? She simply thinks Huaxia is a bone with little meat, based on my understanding of her. Her targeting of the populations of developed countries is mainly because their lives are valuable.”
“Valuable lives?”
“At least she feels that way.”
“I see.” George sighed softly, “She once said that human lives are originally divided into high and low worth. Similarly, deaths from natural disasters in cities cause more uproar than in rural areas. If a wealthy country has ten to a dozen casualties, it can lead to the Pearl Tower changing colors in mourning, while in a struggling nation, dozens of people dying only occupies a small part of the news.”
Little Ji nodded.
“Brother, are you secretly hoping she can change for the better?”
George rubbed Little Ji’s head and said, “I also expect you to become a kind person.”
Little Ji looked up, leaning against George’s palm, like a little cat.
After a while, Little Ji shared her guess.
“I predict the first one was potentially experimental in nature.”
George nodded, “When she gets serious, she is a very cautious person.”
“The second should have expanded to America, and the third was to kidnap the populations of all developed countries together.”
“Is it a one-time solution?”
Little Ji shook her head:
“No, curses will always regress. She should hold rituals yearly to maintain the curses.”
“Little Ji, you’ve worked hard; I still have things to attend to.”
Little Ji pouted, saying, “Brother, you’ve been working for forty-nine hours and thirty-two minutes straight; can you promise me to take a break?”
“So, Little Ji, could you tell me a story? Please?”
“I really can’t manage you.” Little Ji kicked George’s arm with her little feet, “But I don’t want to read The Little Mermaid; it’s so sad. Why can’t the two people in love be together?”
“Alright,” George said, “I’ll ask my life secretary to find a happy-ending story.”
And at this moment.
On the snowy slopes of Mount Everest, where the cold wind howled.
Ji Ma tightly embraced the petite Friday witches to keep warm. To ensure freshness, the witches rotated every other day, named after the day of the week.
It was very cold outside, so they moved to warm themselves, their long and fluffy hair, colorful and intertwined, resembling fox tails, covering their snowy or brownish smooth skin.
The heat inside the tent kept the howling cold wind at bay.
The next day, Ji Ma “dismissed” the witches, and only one person and one cat stepped out of the tent. She wore a triangle bikini with a black scarf tied around the triangle bottoms, allowing the biting cold wind to hit her baby-like skin.
After she climbed barefoot to the highest peak, Lianxi eagerly curled up in her sleeping bag.
Ji Ma called for the witches, asking them to take good photos of her and even dragged the clothed Lianxi cat out of her sleeping bag.
The photos turned out beautifully.
Snowy mountains, white clouds, and Ji Ma; she was breathtakingly beautiful, radiating supernatural allure without fear of the cold, generously exposing large areas of her beautiful skin. The white clouds below the peak seemed to be captivated by her beauty.
The witch responsible for photography marveled: “Mistress, you are truly beautiful; you are the most beautiful person in the world.”
Ji Ma: “These photos can only be seen by you; no one else is allowed to see them, especially that stinky group of men.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Ji Ma stepped on the hard, crisp snow, admiring the pictures of herself posing on the screen, saying:
“Oh dear, I’ve accidentally become a bit provocative again.”
“Mistress, you are different from the mundane; we only want to serve you right now.”
“I’m just expressing a sentiment,” Ji Ma said, “There’s no longer anyone in this world worth pleasing for me. Once I finish admiring these, delete them tonight.”
“Huh? So beautiful, you…”
“Delete them; they have no value for amusement anymore. If they accidentally get leaked, I don’t know how many people would shoot unidentified liquids at their screens.”
