Chapter 262 Chapter 256 Opening the Champagne
“Johnson is also quite pitiful,” said little Ji on the way back. “After all, he is just an ordinary person and cannot withstand her extraordinary charm… twisted beyond recognition.”
“Yes, so I gave him time to say his last words.”
George looked back, and the Paris Opera House grew farther away.
Ji Ma was participating in an orgy at its peak, playing the Black Swan. Accompanied by soaring, rhythmic music, she was spinning on one foot in the center of the stage, her left foot pointed, and her right foot whipping out like a whip, only to retract.
This was a difficult move in ballet, called a “whip turn.”
When she performed the whip turn, her movements were fluid, appearing without a hint of imbalance, every turn identical and steady.
Originally, the ballet dancers did not want to perform for Ji Ma, but were forced to be there. Their gazes focused on her graceful body, turning from amazement to obsession.
Ji Ma stopped, stretched her arms wide, raised her right hand high, and made a graceful finishing pose. What she didn’t know was that her face was aligned perfectly with George’s back.
“Wonderful!”
In the audience, head maid Lianxi was the first to applaud: “Master’s dancing talent is truly great.”
After she clapped, the other maids around Lianxi followed suit.
Ji Ma nodded, accepting Lianxi’s flattery, and asked, “Was it well filmed?”
“A small applause?”
“It’s all good; Master, do you want to take a look?”
“Let me see.”
Ji Ma, dressed in a black ballet dress, took a flexible screen the size of a palm, expanded it to three times, and played a two-hour video of the orgy—ballet.
After watching for a few minutes, Ji Ma fast-forwarded through the beginning, which was just mortals dancing, and skipped to when it was her turn on stage. She admired her own dancing, a smile appearing on her face as she said, “Very good, well filmed. Let’s go.”
Someone spoke in English: “Please wait.”
Ji Ma looked up to see a ballet dancer approaching. Shyly, she asked, “You… won’t stay a bit longer? You could guide us to improve.”
Ji Ma could sense her desire and smiled as she said, “Not interested… Besides, I don’t understand ballet at all; you could guide me better.”
Saying this, Ji Ma turned her head to Lianxi and said, “Prepare; we’re leaving soon.”
Leaving behind the young women looking regretful, Ji Ma’s figure vanished from the opera house.
On the shuttle to the airport—Ji Ma had a special fondness for shuttles.
She turned to Lianxi and asked, “Have you found out what’s been happening recently?”
“I saw the latest news; it says a terrorist dropped a pressure cooker nearby.”
“Who?”
“The news didn’t report.”
The news report matched Ji Ma’s own divination results.
“Get the news.”
“Understood.”
Ji Ma took the news, looking at the interface, and did a brief divination. Her usually lazy golden eyes rare squinted slightly.
“Another Johnson? What a coincidence; how did he know I was here to play?”
She typed Johnson’s name on the screen, did a divination about him, and his background appeared in plain text before Ji Ma’s eyes.
He had military and police experience… As for why he went mad, Ji Ma guessed it was probably like many men who harassed her; he caught a glimpse of her somewhere, at some time. Just like receiving blessings from the Four Gods, he inadvertently distorted into a freak.
Ji Ma was not surprised that someone knew her schedule; she simply hadn’t made it public. The military and police system knowing her itinerary was entirely normal.
“By the way, is the witch gathering prepared for four months later?”
Every time the witch gathering occurred, when the curse was being reinforced, lazy Ji Ma became particularly serious.
“It’s ready.”
“According to our research, she will hold the witch gathering in four months, reinforcing her kidnapping curse.”
At a secret meeting of the Starfire Curse, amid the marked high-ranking officials from various states, the “host” said, “After the witch gathering, the witches will disperse around the world on vacation. At that time, when the opportunity is ripe, we will be prepared; it will be the best time to act.”
George asked, “Can we speed it up?”
“America is her deep-rooted domain; every president, upon taking office, receives a bottle of her youth elixir as a gift. The web of interests is too intertwined; if we rashly develop, it risks alarming her.”
“I also hope we won’t have to resort to emergency measures at the last moment,” George said. “But as the organization grows larger, the incidents will multiply. I’m quite worried.”
“So am I,” replied a representative. “Comrade George, I’ve read your intelligence reports about her. In war, she is cautious, experienced, and seasoned… If… I mean if she decides to be cautious and divines on us, will she expose us in advance?”
“Under the protection of good laws, we have some counter-divination abilities.”
“True, but our online sentiment analysts dare not leave comments directly in her comment section.”
“To address your concerns, I believe an expert team of over ten psychologists, including those with rich practical experience, will provide answers. She looks down on us ordinary people, perceiving us as ants; it’s true that we are quite vulnerable compared to her evil power, but collectively, we are much smarter than she is.”
A written report floated in the air, detailing the expert team’s findings on Ji Ma:
“Her chances of discovering us are quite low. Human behavior is continuous; judging a person cannot be done by severing it from their past history and conjuring assumptions out of thin air. In her fourteen years on Earth, her behavior has proven that she is neither disciplined, diligent, nor an active thinker.
“Out of some concern, we can certainly hypothesize that, in a peaceful, stable, and happy life, she suddenly has an epiphany and realizes our existence.
“However, everyone must face a reality. The notion of thinking when safe is a rational quality accumulated gradually through daily small efforts, not a sudden explosive force in situations of urgency.
“In her fourteen years of life, she has never shown a hint of diligence; instead, she is filled with hedonism, indulging too long in the fact that she is capable of anything without considering that one day it might all collapse.
“We should not speculate that she will suddenly realize our existence without any strong stimuli.
“In the past, she was lazy, lustful, and averse to hardship, and she will undoubtedly remain so in the present and future. Even if she dies in bed, it won’t be an accident, but a natural outcome…”
“Comrade George?”
Lost in thought, George merely looked up at the inquirer.
“What do you think?”
George took a breath, feeling a bit pained as he said, “Yes, she is vulgar, worldly, heartless, and lustful… I think that’s not too far off.”
“Good, since there are no objections, we must fully promote the cross-national good laws.”
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“The 10th Global Climate Summit has successfully concluded…”
“Experts claim that the carbon trading market has matured…”
An advertisement:
“Eat less meat, eggs, and milk; embrace a healthy life and protect Mother Earth… No trade, no harm…”
In the advertisement, a polar bear, cuddly and adorable, had its head down, sitting on a small chunk of ice.
“If you usually have no chance to protect Mother Earth… the non-profit organization NSSB will certify low carbon emissions as green products… protect our home and reduce greenhouse gas emissions…”
“…proposing to levy high carbon taxes on 183 high carbon products.”
“Hum, they’ve even started selling indulgences.” Ji Ma lay on her recliner and coldly snorted: “It seems this global environmental action will freeze to death a bunch of poor souls. The poor must tighten their belts, eat grass and vegetables, suffer from the heat in summer and the cold in winter, paying the price for environmental development.”
Lianxi said, “Master, I read that they seem to think it’s really dangerous, global warming, extreme weather.”
“You’ve been fooled again,” said Ji Ma. “I don’t know about anything else, but I just divined and saw that the number of polar bears has increased. They use fear and cute animals for empathy to promote their views. In your hometown world, there are plenty of charlatans like this.”
“What if global warming is real?”
“It’s very likely true, but so what?” Ji Ma said: “A bunch of people emitted a ton of carbon, became prosperous, enjoyed good lives, then turned around and held up signs asking everyone to pay for the blessings they enjoyed, forbidding prior pollution before governance. How can other underdeveloped countries industrialize in the future?
“Anyway, this has nothing to do with me. This world is inherently unfair; fortunately, I’m the most unfair in it. Lianxi, don’t worry, even if the polar ice caps melt, I can still ensure your safety and that of the maids, and we will live good lives.”
“By the way, I’m going to open a factory that only buys beef to make beef dog food, selling it at a low price, and I’ll mark it as a high carbon product. If it doesn’t sell, I’ll burn it. No matter what, I need to spend a hundred million dollars on beef each month.”
Lianxi momentarily couldn’t keep up with Ji Ma’s thoughts: “Ah?”
“This will stimulate people to raise a pile of cows, and while they munch on grass, they’ll fart plenty, producing methane and contributing to global warming.”
Lianxi asked, “But why do that?”
“I hate it when others treat me like a fool,” Ji Ma said. “Especially with lies plastered everywhere deceiving fools.”
“Understood, Master. I’ll take care of it right away.”
Lianxi left on a flying cloud.
“I will personally follow up on this.” Ji Ma added and continued browsing online, complaining, “Why are there so many environmental news recently? It’s been going on for a month.”
She took a sip of cola, finding it bland.
Recently, the number of maids in the beautiful palace had not exceeded one hundred, simply because Ji Ma had lost interest.
She estimated this “impotent” situation would continue for another month or two, and only after living a period of “simplicity” would she find joy again in her enjoyment. Just like hunger is the best seasoning.
Or perhaps in reality, encountering a beauty that dazzles her anew. Virtual beauties from entertainment works would also do; after all, she had the means to hire someone to dress up to be 9.9 points alike.
The days of impotence were long.
One day.
Ji Ma lay on the balcony railing, watching groups of maids coming from below, their tails drooping listlessly, completely disinterested.
She was genuinely bored; after all, they were all voluntarily presented before her. Even if they pretended to be loyal and unwavering, refusing to condescend to her, it was all fake.
Ji Ma walked back to her bedroom, thinking that role-playing was pretty good. After all, the maids under the influence of her power of lies would think it was real, and their reactions would be particularly genuine, making her very happy.
But when she thought of the long preparation work, she lazily lay back on the bed.
“There simply aren’t enough ways to play,” Ji Ma murmured, raising her hand. With a puff, a cloud of white mist gently exploded, and a black notebook fell into her hand.
It contained all the gameplay Ji Ma had tried, filling an entire thick volume that was neatly categorized.
Ji Ma flipped through it, the pages rustling past her.
“Coercion… should I give the Queen of England a bottle of youth elixir? Forget it, I didn’t even like her when she was young…”
Half of the notebook vanished suddenly.
Ji Ma complained, “Looks like a lot, but in reality, it’s all the same old stuff; it’s all proactive on my part, just varying levels of initiative.”
The latter part of the pages was blank, only a few words written, like being forced into intercourse, belonging to the proactive category.
Being a lustful woman, Ji Ma had also explored this domain and tried it. The maids and mistresses worked hard, with untold women in hand, excitedly rushing toward Ji Ma with toys.
Unfortunately, Ji Ma couldn’t get into it, kicking them off the bed one by one.
Ji Ma knew very well that, fundamentally, she was instinctively unable to accept beings weaker than herself doing such things to her.
Even if she relaxed her conditions and acted out a role, it lacked flavor.
But now, who on Earth was stronger than her? Who could defeat her? No one at all.
Ji Ma tossed the notebook aside, and it vanished into thin air.
In the sky above the Beautiful Palace, dark thunderclouds were accumulating lightning and storms, but Ji Ma was oblivious because the palace’s protection isolated the annoying weather. However, this protection was bound to be fragile.
As time went by day after day, the preparation for the witch gathering began.
Ji Ma gradually recovered, selecting several beautiful women to develop into witches, during which she also ascended over ten witches—the witches needed to have close bodily contact with her to ascend.
Now she could proudly declare that her true passion was one that would never be satisfied.
In her palace, there were beautiful witches with distinctive features and bizarre clothing; most wore fantasy-themed outfits. They arrived one after another in the spacious hall, some flying in and others walking in, settling on the tables and chairs laid out on the ground or hovering in the air.
“So many beautiful flowers.”
The butterflies in Ji Ma’s belly began to slowly flap their wings.
“Master, how long can we revel this time?”
At her left foot, a silver-haired witch with mismatched eyes, wearing a Greek-style gown with one breast exposed, clung to Ji Ma’s left calf.
“I don’t know, but it will definitely be hot.”
“I can’t wait.”
The witch hugging her black silk calf spoke, her face elegant and beautiful, completely wrapped up but revealing a slender, pale neck adorned with a black choker.
“Are all the people not here yet?”
Ji Ma pulled out her phone, checking the witch group. The arriving witches had to swipe their cards, which added +1 to the count. The current number stood at 416/636.
“Still short…” Ji Ma used her phone’s calculator: “220 are missing. The witches don’t seem very enthusiastic this year.”
“Master, not many witches came last year; everyone thinks you no longer like us.”
“Alright, stop talking, little flowers.”
Ji Ma pulled out her phone. Just then, the maid in charge of photography sent over the pictures, which were excellent; under the soft golden light, the sight of beautiful witches was a pleasure to behold.
Ji Ma posted a picture on her social account with a caption: “My witches.”
The hidden members of the Starfire Organization immediately verified the authenticity of the witch gathering.
It’s worth mentioning that Ji Ma’s high-definition photos often sparked all sorts of strange imitation trends, even influencing fashion. Many of the witches’ costume designs were inspired by various entertainment works—most of which were from games.
Upon seeing Ji Ma’s high-definition photos.
The leadership of the Starfire Organization breathed a sigh of relief, proving that the experts were right.
Based on historical experience, Ji Ma would hold a blasphemous ceremony with her witches at night. Generally, afterward, there would be at least a week of “mass debauchery,” with different styles each year, with witches exiting and returning with each passing day.
Until Ji Ma herself lost interest, the longest stretch was a month and a half.
An hour later.
Ji Ma’s social account received a picture confirming all the witches had arrived. In the hall, maids wheeled floating food carts back and forth, with dining tables suspended above. The witches and maids walked on a transparent “floor,” gathering around the table set in three layers.
Ji Ma’s “throne” was on the second layer.
With the people gathered, the witch gathering began.
Although the Starfire Organization was on duty, many were relaxed, waiting for Ji Ma to indulge, knowing that after her hedonism, what awaited her would be a storm. Perhaps in her ignorant slumber, she would unwittingly invite her own destructive fate.
Twenty minutes after the witch gathering photo was captured.
The Starfire Organization’s American branch even sent a department to distribute long-stored champagne.
All the witches had arrived.
Ji Ma was also preparing to begin the blasphemous ceremony to reinforce the “kidnapping curse.”
As she was about to stand up, she glanced at the news, which reported on poverty alleviation achievements in Huaxia, praising the effort with restrained language.
Ji Ma blinked.
The text was indeed in English. She scrolled up and saw the news source was BBC.
This felt somewhat unusual.
Of course, if one insisted this was unusual, that would be overly far-fetched.
No one said you couldn’t praise Huaxia, and it might even be a tactic to undermine competitors by glorifying Huaxia.
So why did she feel it was unusual?
Lianxi shouted, “Master, the ceremony is ready! Please come!”
Only the head maid had the right to urge Ji Ma.
“Alright.”
Ji Ma rode the flying cloud to the beautiful palace, a patch of lush green grass beneath her, surrounded by the six hundred thirty-six beautiful witches, stepping on a hexagram providing a ceremonial touch, forming layer after layer.
Ji Ma arrived in the center of the hexagram. As she landed, she opened her personal system’s text area.
She realized where this sense of unusualness stemmed from.
She opened a section titled “Coincidence? Or Conspiracy?”
Inside were recorded events she deemed coincidences.
“…At the Paris Opera House, a former military police officer named Johnson called my name….”
“…There’s been too much noise about environmental protection lately….”
“…I saw an English news article praising Huaxia’s poverty alleviation…”
And so on, too many incidents to count.
Ji Ma instinctively sensed something was wrong and turned to Lianxi, saying, “Postpone the blasphemous ceremony for now; I need to visit the divination room.”
“Understood; I will keep them calm.”
Ji Ma flew to the divination room, removed the invisible arm ring from her left arm, and formally divined George, receiving a result of “none.” She breathed a sigh of relief.
Returning to the ceremony.
Looking at the layers of beautiful witches around her, she thought, since everyone was here already.
Why not use the blasphemous ceremony to enhance her divination ability and divine George?
After all, delaying the strengthening of the curse for a year or two wouldn’t hurt.
Ji Ma adjusted the blasphemous ceremony. Amid the witches’ singing, she grasped the arm ring and began to divine. This time, within the chorus, she vaguely grasped something….
