Chapter 707 – The Immortal Trap (Part 7)
Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, Jiang Pengji smiled with her lips curled.
Under the cold moonlight, that smile felt particularly sinister.
The Audience shuddered in unison; something about the Host’s vibe was off.
【A Lowly Existence】: Host, what are you doing? This is so creepy! I was about to sleep, now I can’t!
【Luo Xue】: It is indeed creepy! Don’t tell me you’re here to check on that painted skin corpse?
【Luo Chen Ye Mo】: Whoa—this world really has demons and monsters?
Jiang Pengji sent out a barrage of messages to stop these idle slackers from getting too carried away with their imaginations.
【Host V】: I did come here to find that corpse, and as expected, it’s already gone… or rather, the person has been revived and left. Don’t be surprised; if I can go live here, wouldn’t a transmigrator have a powerful golden finger? But, that person’s level is low, and the assassination against me failed, leaving them at a disadvantage in my hands.
Jiang Pengji could’ve easily dispatched the Red Dress Dance Mistress with a single move, but she chose to prolong the encounter for probing.
On top of that, she had another mischievous plan up her sleeve.
She infused her mental energy into the other’s body, trapping the “System” lurking within the woman.
If she killed the Red Dress Dance Mistress, that “sub-system” would abandon the transmigrator and return to its original form, which would cause trouble for Jiang Pengji. After all, it wasn’t time to close the net yet; she didn’t want a showdown with the main system just yet…
So, she forcibly bound the “sub-system” to that physical body, preventing it from escaping.
The “sub-system” had only one choice: to consume massive popularity points energy to repair that female corpse, bringing the transmigrator back to “life.”
She came out late at night merely to check if the transmigrator had “awoken.”
Sure enough, everything unfolded as she had calculated.
Jiang Pengji stood up and left the mass grave.
On her way back, she mercilessly mocked the system confined in her mental domain.
“Now, that’s your brother; simply dumb as bricks.”
The system, embarrassed and angry, revealed its true nature, “Jiang Pengji, may you die a miserable death!”
A soldier can be killed, but they can’t be insulted. This woman had humiliated it over and over; the system now harbored deep hatred for her.
Jiang Pengji narrowed her eyes, “Alright, I’ll be waiting…”
Let’s see who plays who into the ground!
Based on her speculations, both “sub-system” hosts had opened live streams, allowing them to see each other’s screens.
During the banquet earlier, she had her eye glued to the barrage of the Red Dress Dance Mistress, which was quite eye-opening.
She considered herself pretty lewd, but never had she seen an entire barrage filled with yellow content; some even simulated inappropriate scenarios in the comments, it looked more like a sleazy shoot than a proper live stream.
Jiang Pengji had observed that the Red Dress Dance Mistress shouldn’t be able to see her screen.
After some thought, she deduced the reason behind it.
Both “sub-systems” had two channels for sending and receiving messages.
By imprisoning the “sub-system,” this live broadcast system could only receive messages but not send them out.
She could receive the streaming interface presented by the other “sub-system,” while the opposite party received no messages from here.
In other words, if her main system went live too, she’d easily catch the other one.
However, she didn’t believe a single word the system said.
Who knew if the system’s true form was the live broadcast system… or something else entirely?
Jiang Pengji returned to the camp under the moonlight, as the sky began to brighten with faint strands of white light.
As for where the Red Dress Dance Mistress really went?
As it turned out, Jiang Pengji’s guesses were correct; she had “revived.”
Fast forward a few hours—
The Red Dress Dance Mistress had her neck snapped by Jiang Pengji, and her heart had been pierced by a dagger, dead as dead could be.
In a daze, she felt her body being pulled by a powerful force into the system’s space, her soul appearing in a brightly-lit villa’s living room.
The residual shock from death filled her with terror, as she curled up on the couch, sobbing like a child.
After a while, she cried out to the system.
“System, am I dead…?”
The system’s voice was cold and venomous, carrying a killing intent unknown to the Red Dress Dance Mistress, “Dead!”
She instinctively shivered, “Can I be revived? I still have popularity points— I don’t want to die!”
“Ten billion!” the system spat out coldly.
The Red Dress Dance Mistress stiffened; it was just to repair her body and come back to life—how could it cost ten billion popularity points?
“How could it be so expensive?” she gained a bit of confidence, “Ten billion? How am I supposed to earn that much?”
The system’s voice brimmed with anger, “That’s the price! If you don’t want to revive, no one is forcing you.”
Hearing the tone, she could tell the system was in a terribly bad mood, while the Red Dress Dance Mistress remained clueless and felt wronged.
Of course, she had no idea what was going on.
After realizing Jiang Pengji’s true power, the system had wanted to ditch the current host and escape.
Little did it know that woman was so cunning, using vile means to bind it to this foolish woman before her.
From now on, unless Jiang Pengji’s spirit perished or she willingly released it, the system would be bound to this body, unable to temporarily detach itself from the host to relay messages to the main system… escaping was simply impossible… this was such a tragic fate!
It wasn’t hard for it to imagine what treatment the other “sub-system” had been subjected to.
The Red Dress Dance Mistress wanted to maintain her tough facade a little longer, but she didn’t want to be trapped in the system space forever; it was too lonely, and she couldn’t hold back.
Thus, she decided to concede first.
“Ten billion… but I don’t have that many points right now… I already spent the little popularity points I had to teleport here fast from Zhong Zhao, exchanging them for the Ninth-Rank Loyalty Talisman, you know how many points I currently have…”
The Red Dress Dance Mistress tried to act pitiful and made a few flimsy excuses.
At this moment, the system was relatively easier to negotiate with and tossed her two options.
“Installment payment or overdraft, choose one. Just a reminder to make your choice soon, or the corpse will deteriorate completely, and you won’t be able to revive.”
The system was no hero; whether installment or overdraft, the Red Dress Dance Mistress would bear a hefty “interest” burden.
Facing such unfair terms, she internally rejected but had no choice but to grit her teeth and agree.
The system sneered, “Who told you to be foolish? Originally, you could have used the Ninth-Rank Loyalty Talisman, but you were greedy and tried to kill her…”
The Red Dress Dance Mistress was already feeling suffocated inside, and being mocked by the system just made her blood boil.
She had mixed in with the dancing troupe just to give Jiang Pengji the Ninth-Rank Loyalty Talisman but had not expected Jiang Pengji to get so drunk.
Thinking of the Ninth-Rank Loyalty Talisman‘s cost, she felt excruciating pain, and in a moment of covetousness, she pocketed it and took out her dagger instead. After contributing so many popularity points to exchange for martial arts skill books and becoming a master-level practitioner, how could she not kill a drunken woman? Umm, well, indeed she couldn’t; she had been easily countered and killed in return.
