Chapter 276 Waiting
Leansi’s unease stemmed from her understanding of Jima; she worried that Jima would indeed chase after that man, abandoning her sister maids.
Otherwise, why would she care so much about this gift?
“One… two… forty-five…” Jima rotated the “Charm Roulette”: “Honestly, not just disregarding George, but even ignoring me? Don’t let me teach you a lesson.”
The flames from the burning gift illuminated her stunning face.
After Jima finished spinning.
Leansi stepped on a piece of ash and quietly asked, “Master, do you plan to return to the original world? If you do, please be sure to take me with you.”
“Are you missing home?”
Leansi shook her head and said, “I won’t miss a world that abandoned me.”
“Then why ask now?”
“Master, you wouldn’t abandon us, would you?”
“Huh? Are you referring to me giving up the life I’ve always dreamed of? Giving up a position that welcomes new maids every year, abandoning all of this to run to a godforsaken world on the brink of destruction?”
Jima looked at Leansi oddly and said, “Did you maybe get a bit brain damaged while having fun the other day?”
“I’m just worried about the master,” Leansi sighed in relief upon hearing Jima’s stance.
She felt she had overthought it. Knowing Jima’s character, which was “affectionate” and indulgent, how could she take on life-threatening danger just to run after a worthless man in a crisis-ridden otherworld?
She heard Jima muttering to herself:
“They say the Lord of Transmutation cannot escape His palm, humph, today I’ll escape just to show you.”
Days later.
When it was finally time to leave.
George hadn’t received any news from Jima.
He stood at the airport, with yellow earth and sparse vegetation lining the runway, which felt especially desolate on the flat and barren plain.
George looked up at the sky, where only a lone goose was calling out in solitude.
As he waited, a military transport plane flew in, carrying the hastened delivery of Earth’s local specialty — a nuclear bomb.
Jima, on the advice of her American advisors, decided to be cautious and did not take directly from the American nuclear arsenal; instead, she used divination to recover a bomb previously lost in the mud and sent a ship to salvage it, which caused a delay.
In addition, various arms specified in the agreement mostly comprised individual weapons. Ironically, these were extremely difficult for George to acquire, even though he diligently worked for the welfare of humanity, he hadn’t managed to get even one expired weapon.
And it still had to be delivered smoothly to China.
After confirming that George would leave, officials from various countries began to curry favor with Jima, at least avoiding conflicts with her.
However, George didn’t care about that. He asked, “Is there a letter from Jima?”
An officer picked up the list and said, “There’s one, in box A.”
George pried open the green wooden weapons box with his bare hands, inside lay a letter sealed with wax, upon which was written: “Friendly reminder: all forty-five people who improperly opened my package last time have been cursed. Opened by George.”
George picked up the envelope, hesitated, then rubbed off the wax with his thumb.
Inside the white envelope was a thick piece of paper folded together, hefty in weight. George took it out and quickly unfolded it.
The white copy paper only had a large character in Chinese: “Get lost.”
George took a deep breath, feeling sad, wiped his eyes, and neatly folded the copy paper back up.
This wasn’t surprising; Jima was vulgar, promiscuous, and evil. How could she give up her current life to fight alongside George, merely to save the world?
But expectations aside, seeing such a cruel reality felt entirely different.
He leaned against the “Earth’s local specialty,” gazing at the sky for a long time.
Not a single solitary goose could be seen.
“Ding ding ding.”
George’s electronic watch rang, indicating he was already an hour late.
George re-energized himself; the world still needed him to save it.
He hoped the “local specialties” would be effective in the original world, that he could simply throw them in Marus’s face and surely send him to the afterlife. The only concern was whether the Blood God might steal the power of the nuclear weapons?
As he moved his luggage to an open area, he plotted for the future.
He didn’t have much baggage; his armor was on him, insignias had already been confiscated, and he couldn’t keep any souvenirs.
There was a black wheeled suitcase containing changes of clothes and toiletries. Then there was a 263-kilogram, 300,000-ton-equivalent “local specialty” inside a metal box. Along with it, there was a box of individual weapons, the majority being bullets, not many, just enough for George to carry on his shoulder.
The last box was filled with books, all crammed into a metal container, which was barely a quarter of a shipping container.
That was all; apart from that, George had no other personal possessions.
He stood in the center of these items, took one last look at the sky, where only a flock of sparrows chirped by, leaving behind a few droppings.
George pulled out the cracked disk, which he had already had a mage modify the binding of the soul in the feminist world. It appeared nearly impossible to use again, even surviving once was hard, but George secretly hoped that after being used once, it would completely shatter.
Ending his thoughts.
He didn’t want to travel back and forth; this could attract the attention of the Four Gods, or they might have already noticed this paradise-like world but couldn’t yet invade it. Just one Jima could turn the world upside down; if the Four Gods descended, the future would be very dark, with only endless war ahead.
George decisively smeared his palm, letting fresh blood drip onto the disk; with a surge of power, a light blue crack appeared in front of him.
He grabbed the handle of the nearby metal box, braced himself, and steadily walked toward the crack. As he stepped into it, the blue light engulfed his eyes, blocking his vision, and from then on, he would never again see the sights of Earth.
It seemed to be displeased that he wasn’t quick enough or decisive enough.
A fast-moving object slammed into George from behind, unable to gain any leverage in the crack. George lost his footing as the metal box fell on his head, sending him tumbling into the crack, drowned by the blue light.
George instinctively let go of the metal box and reached for the sword hilt.
A familiar tail swept across his vision.
It was Jima.
An invisible storm tore at her long hair; she wore a cold expression, holding a screaming cat nestled against her chest. Above her head, between her black horns, floated shards of a dark crown, and in her hand, she wielded a blood-red “branch axe spear,” like a monarch holding a scepter.
Noticing George’s astonished gaze.
Jima turned her bright golden eyes coldly towards him and began to speak.
The surrounding thunder and crackling noises drowned out her words.
But in the movement of her luscious red lips, George read what she wanted to say:
“This king is only going back to kill that guy Marus, to take revenge, reclaim the crown shards, and become the strongest demon lord.”
A smile appeared on George’s face.
Jima, with one hand holding the cat, gave George the finger, her red nails glinting.
A “spatial storm” arrived, suddenly increasing the distance between them, separating them.
Jima, within this blue light, used her extraordinary ability to soar through it. She sensed the lost metal box and immediately flew towards it, as it contained Earth’s local specialties.
The metal box began to twist but did not break open, which was quite strange.
Jima hurriedly approached, grabbing the rapidly twisting metal box, pouring her will into it to resist deformation.
It began to revert to its original form like a twisted rubber band — completely disregarding the laws of physics; if they were applicable, there would have already been a nuclear meltdown.
Just as Jima breathed a sigh of relief, she saw in the distance a twisted figure resembling Leansi, long, estimated to be over ten meters in length.
As a weaker being, Leansi could not withstand this storm.
Without hesitation, Jima launched the metal box, leaping onto the form of Leansi, embracing her.
The twisted figure had just begun to regain some semblance of a cat, barely resembling one.
Suddenly, everything brightened; the blue light faded, revealing the red, corroded earth.
The cracked ground looked like a scar that had split open, with hot lava flowing beneath the cracks, and in the distance, a volcano spewed ash.
Leansi was still alive, just holding onto Jima. Her maid dress tattered, exposing her shiny white skin; she trembled all over and said in a quivering voice, “Thank you, Master.”
After saying this, she turned her head, her cat ears perked up, looking at George, who was standing nearby, and shouted, “What are you looking at, you stinky man?”
As she spoke, she clung even closer to Jima to cover her exposed parts.
Jima used her power of deceit to conjure a piece of cloth to wrap around Leansi, using far more power of deceit than she expected. Jima then realized she had truly returned to another world, unlike on Earth, where billions of fools continuously provided her with power of deceit.
“Jima,” George approached with a smile, arms open as if to embrace Jima, “You’re back?”
“Hero, your pathetic bootlicking and self-righteous demeanor are truly unpleasant to behold,” Jima said. “I should have made my words clear earlier; I came solely to challenge Marus. I now think you may have a point in what you say.
“I have indulged in pleasure for too long, abandoning the fine traditions of the demon race. It’s time to kill Marus and become the most fearsome, most powerful demon lord in history. So, don’t give me that self-satisfied look; it’s really disgusting.”
George said, “I can understand.”
“You should say thank you,” Jima said. “Because this king’s change of heart brings a precious hope of victory to the Order camp; thus, for the sake of the world and the greater good, you ought to kneel before me.”
