“If you are hurt enough, just use a pair of hands to cut open, curse of yesterday…”
As the lively bell rang in the prison, Asho got up and washed up, brushing his teeth while thinking about Sword Girl’s strange behavior these past few days.
Instead of idle chatter, Sword Girl suddenly asked Asho many targeted questions in the Virtual Realm, such as what color scheme he liked, how to make friends, whether he preferred mystery or horror, and even whether he liked big breasts or small breasts. This left Asho feeling puzzled – isn’t it obvious that everyone likes big breasts?!
Moreover, Sword Girl’s attitude towards Asho changed four times in one night, sometimes gentle and considerate, sometimes cold and arrogant, sometimes sexy and seductive, and sometimes innocent and cute.
Asho’s impression of this was: it would be even better if she could change her clothes along with her personality.
Asho also asked Sword Girl if there was anything wrong, but she said there was nothing, making Asho anxious.
He thought about it and wondered if Sword Girl was conducting a psychological test on him. Besides that, the only possibility he could think of was that Sword Girl was going through her monthly blood metabolism period.
Thinking about it carefully, the changing moods, curiosity, and talkativeness seemed to fit the characteristics of women during their menstrual period. Asho didn’t think much of it besides exclaiming, “Even paper people have periods!”
Opening the light screen, “The Sorcerer’s Manual of Orola” immediately popped up with a message:
“The cultivation of Dead Crazy Sword Girl has ended. Please check the growth report and set the cultivation strategy for this week as soon as possible.”
“Growth report of Dead Crazy Sword Girl 4.19~4.25”
“Swordsmanship faction: Silver -> Silver”
“Light faction: Silver -> Silver”
“Water faction: Silver -> Silver”
“Mental faction: 0 -> Silver”
“Artificing: Silver Half Wing -> Silver Full Wing”
“Cultivation evaluation: A!”
“Due to obtaining an A-level evaluation, Dead Crazy Sword Girl has obtained a career enhancement in the Sorcerer’s Manual: Silver Artificer of Annihilation -> Silver Artificer of Soul Breaking”
“Silver Artificer of Soul Breaking – Career characteristic: Each effective attack causes an additional 1% soul damage.”
This new career characteristic made Asho’s eyes light up. The enemies in the Virtual Realm were undoubtedly soul entities, so Sword Girl could inflict additional real damage on them. Coupled with Sword Girl’s fast attack speed, the accumulated additional damage would be considerable.
The growth in the faction of sorcery was not much, and they only obtained a water sorcery bead in the past few days. After feeding it to Sword Girl, the water faction naturally remained at the Silver level.
If it weren’t for the upgrade of the mental faction from 0 to Silver and the breakthrough of artificing from Half Wing to Full Wing, the cultivation evaluation would definitely not have reached an A. However, Asho still had some resentment about this – why wasn’t there a growth report for his “Final Observer”? He also wanted to obtain a career enhancement in the manual and switch to a new career!
His own career was still the useless heresy leader! The blessing of the Four Pillar God had never been effective!
Asho checked his points. Although they had hunted many knowledge creatures and obtained many artisans, the loot was divided in a 6:4 ratio because Sword Girl said she needed money to buy artisans. After exchanging all the artisans that he couldn’t currently use for points, Asho now had 124 points, which was not enough to buy the “Bag of Sourcestone” worth 198 points.
Without a gacha ceremony, Asho directly arranged Sword Girl’s cultivation strategy for the next week. Originally, he wanted to train her swordsmanship to the maximum as usual, but considering that Sword Girl needed rest during these special days, he pondered for a moment and decided… to let Sword Girl rest for an hour, limited to today.
Ah, his heart ached. Is this what it feels like to be a boss? Seeing employees rest as if he had lost a lot of money.
Asho quickly executed the cultivation strategy to avoid regret, and then went to the restaurant for breakfast as usual. However, he found that the central hall was crowded – were they recruiting volunteers (cannon fodder) again?
But it wasn’t that. The prisoners were gathered together watching the news on the central hall’s light screen, and even Igura was staring intently at the screen.
Asho approached Igura and asked, “What does the news say? Did the citizens have a change of heart and decide to boycott the Blood Moon Judgment, this inhumane system?”
“It’s even more exciting than citizens having a change of heart.” Igura stared at the screen and murmured, “Fenanche is about to be overthrown.”
“Who?”
“The mayor of Camon City, he’s about to be overthrown!”
Asho was slightly taken aback and watched the news along with everyone else.
“…The estimated number of casualties has already exceeded tens of thousands. There have been numerous deaths and injuries in Tianjie New City, and multiple fires have broken out in the Upper City District. The streets are littered with corpses. They may have been office workers, couples out shopping, future legendary sorcerers, or ordinary people living diligent lives, but at this moment, due to an invasion that should not have happened, they have become pale corpses.”
In the light screen, a beautiful female host with a similar appearance to Igura stood on top of a tall building. Her face had a seductive charm, seemingly with a hint of Veela blood, and she wore a pair of pink and purple furry sleeves, which looked especially cute.But she was extremely angry at this moment, and there was a suppressed anger in her voice: “Everyone, please look, behind me is the most prosperous upper city district of Camon City, but what can we see now? Ruins, flames, corpses, bloodstains, exposed steel roots, broken dolls…”
“Camon News is the mouthpiece of the Church and the Institute,” Igura said softly, “When the host shows obvious political bias, it represents that the Blood Moon two races want to sacrifice someone to appease the anger of the people.”
“It has been forty hours since the first attack, and we can’t help but ask, why hasn’t the Hunting Hall captured the attackers? Why are there still attacks happening? Why is the upper city district still a high-risk area where even medical teams dare not enter to treat the wounded?”
“Where has our taxpayers’ money gone? Who has squandered it? Why is the area that was rated as the safest in the country suffering from such a disaster? Why do we, the ordinary people who live and work in Camon City, have to encounter such misfortune?”
“Why are there organized, large-scale attackers from other countries infiltrating Camon City? What did the Political Affairs Hall hide from us?”
“We need answers, the deceased need answers! Someone must be held responsible for this disaster—”
Pfft!
As the screen was smeared with the color of blood, the death row inmates in the central hall exclaimed. They had seen many deaths in the Blood Moon trial, but it was the first time they saw the host being suddenly beheaded during a live broadcast.
The live channel plunged into darkness, but quickly switched to a new scene.
This time, the background was a clean and tidy office. Sitting behind the desk was an ogre dressed in a dark black suit—yes, an ogre. Although he had no fangs, his nails were neatly trimmed, and he had no trace of hostility in his appearance. He even seemed somewhat approachable. However, he was indeed a blue-skinned ogre, and the large chair that could accommodate two Ashos sitting together was enough to prove this.
When he spoke, Asho was dumbfounded.
“I am Arandor Fenanche, the mayor of Camon City,” the ogre said in a heavy tone, “I regretfully inform everyone that the number of innocent people who have died due to the terrorist attacks has reached 13,000. The Hunting Hall is operating at full capacity, and the Political Affairs Hall has mobilized nearby Lakeview War Zone adventurers to assist in the pursuit of the fugitive attackers, with hopes of capturing them soon.”
“These attackers are butchers from other countries who have entered the Blood Moon through the Virtual Realm channel. I have to admit that I bear a certain responsibility for this. The joint research and investigation of the Virtual Realm channel was a decision made by the Political Affairs Hall, the Council, the Hunting Hall, and the Lakeview War Zone. If the Political Affairs Hall had made a more comprehensive plan and exercised more caution in their judgment, perhaps…”
“He hasn’t given up,” Igura sneered, “He is threatening the other conspirators. If he dies, others won’t have a good ending either. He can lose, but he doesn’t want to leave.”
“…Therefore, I am willing to accept an inspection by the Hunting Hall and temporarily step down from the position of mayor. The duties of the mayor will be temporarily taken over by Vice Mayor Guro.”
Finally, Fenanche stood up and bowed deeply, “I am deeply sorry for my mistakes in my work.”
“Oh!”
“Hahaha, Fenanche, you’re having a taste of your own medicine!”
The central hall resounded with cheers one after another. Although laughter couldn’t be too loud due to the “Noise Regulations,” the simultaneous cheers still filled the hall with a festive atmosphere. Indeed, only when they see others in misery can this group of scum feel genuine joy.
However, Asho noticed that Igura, who was usually calm, was also excited at this moment, with his ears turning red and the smile on his lips almost uncontrollable. He couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Igura, do you have a grudge against Fenanche? Even if it’s schadenfreude, you shouldn’t be this happy, right?”
Igura grabbed Asho’s shoulders, “Don’t you understand? The mayor has been overthrown! He has been accused by the Hunting Hall!”
Asho felt puzzled, “I heard it, what about it?”
It was evident that Igura wanted to launch a personal attack on Asho’s intelligence, but the chip prevented him from being impolite.
After holding back for a while, he spoke in an excited and uncontrollable voice, “During his term, if the mayor is seriously accused and has to immediately suspend his duties, in order to ensure his personal safety and prevent him from committing suicide, the mayor will be detained in the nearest Blood Moon prison for isolation and investigation.”
Asho remembered that he had heard of this rule when discussing the correct way to escape with the medical staff.
Asho vaguely realized something, “Are you saying…”
Igura stared straight at Asho, his eyes shining as if they were going to suck Asho in.
“No need to wait for the transport ship on the first of next month. When Fenanche is escorted to Lakeview Prison, it will be our chance to escape!”
“When will Fenanche be detained in Lakeview?”
“Sooner is better in general, but he will definitely have to stay in the Hunting Hall for one night before coming here. We need to modify the restrictions in the chip in advance. In other words—”
Asho and Igura exchanged glances, “Tomorrow, the Blood Moon trial on the 27th!”ps: Thanks to the reminder from the reader, I quoted content from the original NGA post “Discussing the Tricks Encountered by Women in Blind Dates Over the Years” in Chapter 113 without indicating it, which is an improper infringement. I have sent a private message to this netizen on NGA, asking if they authorize it. If not, I will delete it. Speaking of which, I don’t know how to calculate this kind of authorization fee, I just directly use the current post-tax income per hundred words * the number of words quoted.
However, this is my first time using NGA’s private messaging system, if there’s no reply, I’ll @ him in the original post tomorrow.
I personally have a habit of excerpting. When I encounter interesting sentences or stories, I will excerpt them. The main sources are from the daily life of the “Idiot Bar” and writing prompts. I rarely pay attention to whether it’s legal when quoting, and sometimes I can’t remember the source. I will pay more attention in the future.