Chapter 269: Attempt to Retain
A wave of condemnation aimed at George crashed down on him like a tsunami.
Netizens analyzed frame by frame online, offering well-reasoned arguments. For Earthlings, this level of extraordinary combat was unprecedented.
However, that did not prevent them from using knowledge from metaphysics, psychology, biology, and physics to analyze the situation. Although their methods were vastly different, they still arrived at similar conclusions.
George was accused of throwing matches, deliberately giving up at least one hundred and fifteen opportunities for victory. A well-known video creator became increasingly furious as he analyzed the situation in his video, even going so far as to say: “If I sent my dog up there, it would fight tooth and nail and could take down the Demon King.”
The discourse condemning George took hold. His resume was dug up, and in the eyes of the public, the glowing words on it served as irrefutable evidence of his hypocrisy:
As a person from another world, he had the audacity to make contact with the official channels right away. This indicated malicious intent, as he sought to exploit the official powers of China to pursue women for himself.
As for his efforts in poverty alleviation, that only proved he was a terrifying individual, pretending to be weak to lower the guard of the Chinese officials.
The Spark Organization was merely deceived by George, serving as a pawn in his game to curry favor with the Demon King Ji Ma. George used the lives of those idealists to pursue a relationship with the Demon King Ji Ma.
Additionally, footage from the negotiation scene with the Demon King Ji Ma leaked out, revealing unmistakable signs of intimacy.
In the face of this evidence, even some “elite” netizens—who might have high academic qualifications or boast of their rationality and knowledge—harbored jealousy and believed George was acting with ill intent, using the lives of Earthlings for his romantic pursuits.
The elite netizens leveraged their strengths and wrote numerous articles, each tightly woven with logic and grounded in rigorous knowledge. The public, having glanced at these articles and videos, quickly used them as evidence to denounce George.
The online uproar was manageable.
In America, however, the situation was on the brink of an explosion. Who would have imagined that an organization called the “Spark Organization” could emerge to the extent of causing American National Guard members to defy orders and secretly assist officials from China in attacking the Beautiful Palace?
There were also leaks claiming that key members of the Spark Organization were Chinese officials, which was akin to pouring water into a hot oil pot. Furthermore, there were unexpected reports stating that if the Spark Organization’s plans went awry, they would resort to using nuclear weapons to directly strike the two individuals.
Now, from Wall Street to homeless people, everyone was shocked. The Spark Organization was actually able to tamper with America’s nuclear arsenal; if they could strike the Demon King now, would the next target be the capital, inadvertently allowing Chinese troops to invade?
The American military immediately began to tighten scrutiny, eliminating any members suspected of being associated with the Spark Organization, charging them with treason.
George’s treatment in America was even better than Ji Ma had received before. The “enthusiastic” Americans protested in droves, a sea of people. During George’s court appearances, he faced multiple assassination attempts and even endured a rocket attack.
The Spark Organization, which attempted to transcend national and ethnic boundaries, aimed to take down the Demon King and guide human civilization back onto the right path. However, its exposure only served to create tensions and distrust between nations.
Mutual sanctions and trade frictions would become the main theme of the future.
Many perceptive individuals had already sensed the arrival of the end of the Earth village.
However.
Ji Ma was utterly unconcerned about all this.
As the leading female character of the incident, she distanced herself, receiving very little backlash.
Ji Ma speculated that it might be related to her having closed off the sun, or perhaps her launching a website called Curse Joy. Whenever she wanted to curse a keyboard warrior who insulted her, she would send a link for the person to go to the Curse Joy website and draw a curse.
If they failed to do so by the deadline, they would suffer a more severe curse. Additionally, Ji Ma made it clear that the list of curses was all designed by George.
Although it was Ji Ma who cast the curses, and George who determined their type, which weakened their effects, the public vented their anger solely on George.
“… Former CEO of the Spark Organization—George, his vehicle was destroyed by a timed bomb… he is to be extradited back to China… claiming he will return to his original world after the eleventh.”
Ji Ma, with her arms around the twin silver-haired maids, watched the news and said, “Still too restrained, when will we deploy the fighter jets?”
The sister to her right said, “Mistress—”
“Shh.” Ji Ma rubbed her chin and said, “You promised to act like a doll; dolls don’t speak.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I thought—”
“Shh.”
The sister closed her mouth, gazing eagerly at Ji Ma’s profile, hoping for more of the succubus Ji Ma’s attention.
“Mistress,” the head maid Lian Xi beside her spoke up: “If I’m not mistaken, this is your grand revenge plan.”
“How so?”
“For that hypocrite, the most deadly thing is to lose his good name; that way he cannot occupy the moral high ground and continue to persecute you?” Lian Xi exclaimed, “You are truly magnificent, Mistress.”
“Hah, I admit I may have played a part behind the scenes.” Ji Ma slowly sipped a cup of bitter coffee, “But that is not my true intent.”
“Indeed, I still cannot fathom your deeper meaning, Mistress.”
Ji Ma squinted her eyes slightly, enjoying this wonderful life.
If the plan were to succeed, life would be even better.
Ji Ma hoped George would not leave her.
If there were a drug in the world that one could take to fall, Ji Ma would unhesitatingly give up everything to exchange for a vial of that drug, hold it in her mouth, and kiss George.
But George wasn’t a fool; he should be able to tell I’m encouraging him from behind.
“Beep beep beep.”
“Dear,” Ji Ma picked up the old phone sweetly and said, “You finally remembered me. Do you want to meet? Come to my palace; I made something delicious for you.”
After hanging up, Ji Ma said to Lian Xi: “Have the maids and witches beautify themselves according to George’s aesthetic, he’s coming over.”
“Understood.”
Two hours later.
George walked on the red carpet, followed by two maids responsible for hosting.
The sides were nearly filled with various beautiful maids, each presenting a different form of beauty that would be hard for any man to resist. Among the maids was always his dream girl—more than one.
If flowers are irresistible to mere mortals,
Then Ji Ma, sitting before the round table, was even more so, regardless of gender. She had a mature figure and was gently embracing a petite silver-haired maid in white silk, her ample chest lightly pressing against the maid’s.
“You’ve arrived?” Ji Ma withdrew her tongue from the silver-haired maid’s mouth, a few strands of silver silk breaking, her cheeks slightly flushed, “You can have anything you want to eat.”
The food on the round table, and the maids she had seen all the way here….
Ji Ma could smell a strong peach blossom fragrance, it seemed her arrangements were indeed effective.
George calmly sat down and ate a “lion’s head” meatball, saying, “Is this a convenient place to talk?”
Ji Ma rubbed the silver-haired maid’s pointed ears and said, “Very convenient, they can’t hear anything.”
“I need to meet my parents tomorrow.”
“Sure,” Ji Ma said: “Shall we choose a wedding house in America or France?”
“White City.”
“That’s too bad, that world is quite uninhabitable.”
George extended his hand, offering back the bracelet: “Here.”
“What does this mean?”
“The disk has cracked; I believe it can only traverse once.” George said, “In the days to come, I will miss you.”
“Not reconsidering?” Ji Ma said: “Or perhaps you could find some way to use your wonderful magic to open a stable passage.”
“I won’t do that.” George replied: “I fear it might attract the attention of the Four Gods and pollute this world. My world is already bad enough; I don’t want to witness the same tragedies occur here.”
“Sigh.” Ji Ma sighed softly: “It seems that the fruit of coercion is not sweet; have you sensed my efforts behind the scenes?”
“Of course.”
“But I didn’t use all my strength.” Ji Ma said: “I can at most be counted as a secondary factor; those mortals who have benefited from you feel genuine anger.”
“I understand.”
“Then…” Ji Ma abandoned the attempt at persuasion: “Look at this world, it has the potential to develop into a paradise. Unfortunately, your presence has introduced the seeds of war into an otherwise peaceful era. Why not consider staying here for a year or two to bridge the gaps between nations?”
George looked at Ji Ma.
“I will help you; I swear.” Ji Ma said: “Though I vowed never to profit from exploitation nor to engage in minor acts of kindness, this is to make you happy and is unrelated to doing good, so it doesn’t count as breaking my vow. Just think, with our efforts, humanity might unite and launch rockets into space every day.
“According to scientists, the food produced by humanity could feed everyone, yet still, over a billion people live in hunger every year. Just imagine, they might escape hunger entirely because of your charitable actions.”
“Jenna and Frostleaf are still waiting for me; Kisliv is on the verge of collapse, and war has engulfed half the world.”
“I’ve lived for three hundred years in that world, but only an instant has passed on Earth; admit it, you’re already too late.”
“The flow of time is uncertain; what if there’s still a chance?”
“They have the Osuan Guardians, the Sigma in the world, the Dragon Emperor’s daughters, and numerous heroes. The absence of a shining hero is not a big deal.” Ji Ma said: “And the Earth needs heroes.”
“Ji Ma, everything you’re doing is to make me stay?”
“Of course.” Ji Ma said: “For this, I can try to do… good things.”
“Don’t forget to meet your parents tomorrow.”
“You haven’t answered me yet.” Ji Ma propped her chin with one hand and supported her peaks with the desk, her tail wrapping around George’s calf beneath the desk: “Speak.”
“No.”
“That’s such a pity.” Ji Ma’s expression turned cold: “You better rush back to China tonight and rehearse well with my mortal parents, raising the pillow a little higher to create some dream where I awaken and return to that damn world with you.”
George slowly ate a piece of steak and said, “It tastes good.”
It seemed all of Ji Ma’s efforts had no effect whatsoever.
“When you return to your world,” Ji Ma said: “you’ll only be able to eat mutant beef with tentacles; once you’ve filled your stomach, hurry and roll out of my harem.”
“I haven’t slept for eight days; can I sleep here today?”
“Since you pitifully pleaded, I’ll just have to reluctantly agree to you.”
That night, George slept deeply, resting his head on Ji Ma’s thigh.
