Chapter 338: The Evil of This World
“Who, who are you?!” Jayad suddenly shouted, interrupting my recollection and freeing me from the Factory owner’s memories.
“Huh? What’s wrong, Older Brother Jayad?” I asked doubtfully, but the voice that came out was that of a mature man. It was then that I realized my viewpoint seemed to have risen considerably, and my hands had become rougher.
“Parul?” Jayad quickly reacted. “Is this that potion you were talking about, the one that can turn you into other people?”
“It’s mainly about gaining others’ memories, and I was interrupted by Older Brother Jayad… ugh,” I said, feeling something was very wrong. Calling Jayad “Older Brother” in this mature male voice felt incredibly awkward, like Li Kui calling his “Oniichan” in my previous life.
Moreover, the Factory owner’s memories were incomplete, and many crucial memories couldn’t be recalled, with large sections skipped. I rubbed my head; it seemed like I couldn’t recall them once interrupted.
“Urgh!” I painfully tried to recall, as I felt I had just missed a crucial memory. My intuition told me it was very important.
“Parul, didn’t you say you wanted to become a witch? How did you turn into a man? Ah! This isn’t that Factory owner, is it?” Jayad didn’t even remember half the people who had died by his hand.
I really wanted to tell Jayad to stop talking and affecting my recollection, but as soon as I opened my mouth, my thoughts would be disrupted again. This was so annoying. What was so important that I had to remember?
“Our first sum of money came from him, you know. Without that money, we would have been in a terrible state,” Jayad was still sighing. That was the first large income of his life, worth commemorating.
“Ah!” A flash of inspiration hit me. As soon as Jayad mentioned money, I remembered a memory: the Factory owner had secretly deposited money into a bank account. It was for his private assets and some of the Coal Processing Factory’s funds, and only he knew about this account.
“What’s wrong? Why the sudden shout?” Jayad was startled by me, especially since I was speaking in this unfamiliar form.
“Older Brother Jayad, we’re rich! I found a secret account, this Factory owner’s!” I shouted excitedly. Still, it was too odd to call Jayad “Older Brother” with this appearance and voice.
“However, it’s not possible right now. The bank is closed at night, and I only drank a little. It can only last for a very short time. I need to specifically find time to drink the Body Swap Potion and then withdraw the money.”
Also, because I only drank a little of the potion, my memories were quite incomplete. Even the memory of this bank account was only recalled with Jayad’s reminder.
I vaguely felt that there was still one important memory I hadn’t recalled, something related to what I cared about. But no matter how hard I tried to think, there was no clue.
“By the way, Parul, you look so strange dressed like that now,” Jayad said with a laugh.
“Ah! My Western-style dress!” It was then that I realized my previous Western-style dress had been directly ripped apart because my body had suddenly become that of an adult. The Factory owner’s robust muscles were exposed, and the stretched dress was an eyesore!
“This, this is the first piece of clothing Older Brother Jayad bought for me,” I said with some disappointment. I should have expected the transformation to rip my clothes. I should have taken them off first.
“It’s okay, Parul. We’ll buy you a few more tomorrow,” Jayad comforted me.
“Sigh, okay.” I sighed, still feeling a bit reluctant. Although when Jayad first dressed me in a small Western-style dress, I refused. Wearing a small skirt like that made me look completely like a girl!
But after wearing it for a while, I had unconsciously gotten used to wearing small skirts. This Western-style dress was made of soft, light fabric and was very loose, making it comfortable to wear. It also had pockets to store materials.
The most crucial thing was that it was the first gift Jayad had ever given me, a memento. It was a shame that I had accidentally ruined it.
I had Jayad hold a mirror so I could see my current appearance. That Factory owner was quite a handsome man. Even without the tuxedo, top hat, and monocle, he still looked quite presentable, giving off an impression of being shrewd or even mean.
Before, I had felt a little sorry for the Factory owner, inexplicably targeted and killed by an Alien Parasite, his soul imprisoned and suffering in the red gemstone of a Short sword.
Now, I only felt he deserved it. I already knew from his memories what kind of person the Factory owner was. No matter from which angle you looked at him, he was an evil person. Every bit of his money was stained with blood and sweat.
He exploited every employee under him, treating the lives of slaves as consumables. Escaped slaves would be whipped mercilessly, even to death. The corpses of dead slaves would also be sold by him. When a mining accident occurred, his first thought was how to get the mine operating again as soon as possible.
He didn’t even spare his fellow Capitalists. Many coal workshops were ruined by the Factory owner. When selling goods, he would use all sorts of methods to raise prices. He would mix inferior coal with high-quality coal to sell, evade taxes for nobles above, and bribe corrupt officials to obtain more operating privileges.
It could be said that this person engaged in all sorts of fraud and deception. If there truly is a Hell in this world, I believe he absolutely deserves to go there. It was more of a release for him that I used him for Potion Brewing. He was lucky.
Jayad’s initial drawing of his sword accelerated the Factory owner’s death. But now, I only regret that my brother didn’t strike a few more blows?
The only reasons I felt he shouldn’t have struck a few more blows were that it would have caused the Factory owner to die too quickly, or that it would have put Older Brother Jayad at greater risk of being considered a prisoner due to this scumbag, which was not worth it.
Therefore, I felt no psychological pressure in taking the money he had exploited. Anyway, even if I didn’t take it, it would likely have ended up in the hands of equally unscrupulous bankers.
What I saw and heard after transmigrating to this world made me clearly realize that few people in the upper echelons of this society were innocent. After all, this world was inherently twisted, and it would be difficult for purely good people to survive.
After a while, my skin began to itch again. After a terrifying distortion of my body, I returned to my original appearance.
This time, I watched as it happened. My body became petite, my hair grew longer, and my pupils returned to emerald green. The Factory owner’s skin was even fairer than mine.
If not for this opportunity, I would rarely observe myself in a mirror. When I first transmigrated, Parul was emaciated, dark-skinned, short, with dry hair and rough skin, looking malnourished.
Looking at myself again now, the change was truly immense. My hair had become soft and lustrous, my skin was rosy and smooth, and most importantly, my body seemed to show signs of renewed development.
As the torn Western-style dress slid off me, I felt my chest had grown? Was it just my imagination?
“Waa! Older Brother Jayad, stop staring at me!” I said, feeling somewhat ashamed and annoyed.
