Chapter 117: That Is to Say, It

"Are you asking about Doctor Muroto? I can certainly take you to her, but what do you, Brother Jia Ji, want with Doctor Muroto?"

Yanzhu sat atop Jia Ji's broad shoulders, her tiny feet clad in special metal-reinforced rain boots playfully swinging back and forth against his chest, humming a tune and swaying her head, her crimson twin tails flickering like flames as she cheerfully answered Jia Ji's earlier question.

Since Jia Ji's arrival in this world, Yanzhu's joy had overflowed nearly to the brim, and her smiles had grown more frequent.

Children's senses are especially sharp; she had noticed that the persecution against them, the Cursed Children, which had once plagued every street and alley and could never be stopped, had nearly vanished.

"To have accomplished so much in such a short time…"

After eliminating the trash among the police, the remaining officers were barely usable—Jia Ji immediately dispatched them all to respond at lightning speed to every troublesome civilian on the streets.

And how did he make the remaining police obey him?

It's all thanks to my, Jia Ji the Great's, hard work and perseverance! (Seriously!)

To force someone: Nan Dou Wu Sheng Fist. To persuade someone: Bei Dou Bai Lie Fist.

Yanzhu touched her eyelids, wondering whether, after a little more time, even these red eyes hated by others would no longer need to be hidden.

Since Jia Ji had done so much for them, the kind but not naive girl understood she must also help Jia Ji properly.

Jia Ji answered Yanzhu's question: "Although the Holy Emperor has mobilized all resources to protect every Cursed Child he could find, it's only a temporary fix. To resolve the Cursed Children problem completely, we must address the Gaster Virus itself."

The Cursed Children problem stems mainly from two sources: societal scapegoating and discrimination against them, and the Gaster Virus within their bodies.

The first issue, Jia Ji has already proven can be solved entirely with his fists.

But the second issue cannot be ignored.

"Gastrea-ization"—that is, Gaster biological transformation.

Every Cursed Child is born with an inherent infection rate, varying in level and speed of increase; the Gaster Virus lies dormant within them like a time bomb, constantly threatening their lives.

Without intervention, even cheerful, lively Yanzhu will inevitably Gastrea-ize in roughly 650 days—and heavy combat could accelerate the process.

"Clearly, that intervention is me."

Though Jia Ji has always been a purely physical type, his extraordinary intellect had long prepared a strategy for the problem now before him.

Not merely to kill—but to greedily save!

Treat the symptom—and the root!

Yanzhu—

Now, it is time for me to 【save】 you.

…

"You're the monster who wiped out the entire cabinet in one go? You just look scary—otherwise, you're not bad at all~"

Muroto Jin stirred a beaker with a spoon, the clinking echoing as the beaker heated her dinner tonight: several large dumplings made from some unknown tuber.

Jia Ji stood in the dim basement, his spiky short hair nearly brushing the ceiling.

"In short, Muroto Jin, I need all your research data on the Gaster Virus." In their earlier exchange, Jia Ji had already stated his purpose to Muroto Jin.

Yanzhu, who often came here for checkups, eagerly added: "Brother Jia Ji says that if he gets the Gaster Virus data, he can solve the virus problem instantly!"

Instantly?

Even light novels wouldn't dare use that…

"Oh? That's quite an exaggeration." Muroto Jin's eyes held a skeptical, amused glint; as one of the former Four Sages, she knew better than anyone how stubborn the Gaster Virus was—if it were that easy to solve, would humanity still be confined to this tiny settlement?

Yet this boy, who looked like a pure martial artist and was still so young, had made such an audacious claim.

With her sharp eyes, Muroto Jin could tell from Jia Ji's subtle details that this towering, muscular warrior, over 1. meters tall, carried an aura far older than his true age—but he was merely an eighteen-year-old boy.

True, Muroto Jin sincerely admitted that this spiky-haired boy had performed miracles in the past few days—but in her own field, she simply could not believe what he claimed.

"Still, since Yanzhu says so, I suppose I can let you look." Muroto Jin turned and opened her computer, pulling up a vast folder, "All the Gaster Virus data is here. Help yourself."

Based on Jia Ji's prior actions, Muroto Jin was certain he had come solely for the Cursed Children; letting him browse these materials could only benefit him.

As for Jia Ji's claim that he could completely solve the Gaster Virus problem…

It wasn't that she disbelieved him—she simply wanted to see it with her own eyes.

Jia Ji clearly saw Muroto Jin's gaze—pure, unclouded, composed entirely of absolute disbelief.

In that moment, Jia Ji felt challenged.

Hmph! Let you know this: even as I carry a little girl on my shoulder and use one hand to crush every idiotic civilian, I, Jia Ji, remain invincible in this world!

The next second, Jia Ji expertly opened the "Mahou Shoujo Wanhua Jing."

【Great Goddess: Youxi help me! @Changmen Great Deity】

If you have a cheat, use it. If you open it, use it—otherwise, what's the point?

Using an ultra-primitive method, he screenshot each document and sent them to the group, achieving an elderly-style data upload.

Wanhua Jing—the group chat's shame.

After Jia Ji uploaded all the data, less than a second passed before Youxi spoke again in the group.

【Changmen Great Deity: Completed】

Then a string of formulas appeared—unreadable (X), utterly incomprehensible (√).

【Great Goddess: Not bad—ahem… I mean, everyone in the group can always trust Youxi, especially on tech matters. Just take anything from her, and you can make Earth's tech surpass the Moon people's—totally amazing!】

【Yinyang Eye Jianzi: Do we really need to treat the Moon people as enemies every day? What did they ever do? They look so pitiful…】

He glanced twice and noticed that Bayun Zi, who should have been constantly chatting in the group, was nowhere to be found—even though he'd given such a clear hint.

He shook his head and let her be; after all, she was the Yokai Sage who could never cause serious trouble no matter how wild she got. Right now, something more important awaited.

Then Jia Ji rose from the computer, picked up Muroto Jin's pen and paper, and swiftly wrote down the formulas Youxi had just sent.

Finished, he slammed the pen back into the pen holder and placed the paper before Muroto Jin.

"Look. What do you think?"

(End of Chapter)