Chapter 115: No One Would Be Unlucky, Right?

Unfortunately the human body's surface area is limited, so Ji Ming only stuck a few sheets on before, still unsatisfied, he stopped.

However, that's not over yet.

He brought over a small table and packed it densely with various instruments, including a wooden fish, a bowl, an imperial bell, and a hand drum.

Finally, he respectfully placed the notebook, densely transcribed and filled with scriptures from all sects, at the front.

After finishing all this, looking at AdaiEr wrapped like a mummy, Ji Ming finally nodded in satisfaction.

Potions, talismans, and the invincible farewell technique.

Such firepower is truly strong and mighty, strong and mighty!

In a paranormal novel, as long as you're not cultivating, this would be enough to blast the final boss!

All is ready; who can defeat me!?

He magnified the countdown to the curse's eruption, silently counting down in his mind, grabbed two wooden hammers, and leaned forward.

Having no choice, his eyes reddening, he let the sorcerer blood‑sacrifice the entire Wind‑String clan, imprinting a bloodline curse onto AdaiEr.

The prophet's bark‑like old face suddenly broke into an exaggerated grin.

Then, as if his energy were cut off, he suddenly fell silent, collapsing and staying still.

Although AdaiEr lay on the bed trembling slightly, there was clearly no sign of pain.

How to find it? Still don't know!

"A doctor's compassion; these are merely his duty."

Finally he stuck out his tongue, raised his arm high, and began to sway.

The one who died beneath him was the trusted minister he had nurtured with great expense and genuine care.

AdaiEr's expression was somewhat blank until the warm water washed away the lingering sweetness in her mouth, restoring her spirit.

"Wuhu takeoff! Ding‑ding‑dang~ ding‑ding‑dang~ Up you go, Grenade General!"

"Congratulations, the curse has been completely removed, the knife hanging over your head has vanished, and you are free from now on."

Cradling a finely crafted armguard over a meter long, Ji Ming let out a suppressed low exhale.

—They've actually broken through a technical node recently and successfully forged a usable demonic armor!

However, last month, just as the sorcerer was about to complete a lethal curse, the curse was abruptly lifted.

"Go."

The fight went smoothly; even with lofty ranks, the nature of these idiots' craftsmen remained unchanged, always wondering how a double‑sided weakling could possibly have any room for resistance.

Why are they still teasing?

Clack— clack— he danced wildly for several seconds, then stopped with a bewildered expression.

"This…"

At worst it just takes a bit more effort; after all, the well‑read old man is reliable.

?

In anticipation, Ji Ming even held his breath for a moment.

"Never mind, it's all good…"

The corpse of a tragic death lay plainly before them, yet the prophet didn't even lift an eyelid.

—Even I couldn't heroically turn the tide; it's truly unfulfilling!

Then…

Oh my god, look at these sexy forging patterns, look at those beautiful corner curves.

He adjusted his glasses, and Ji Ming poured a glass of clear water for her.

Only after the system announced the mission's successful completion and his level‑up notifications flooded the screen did he stand up and smack his lips.

While cleaning the battlefield, besides all the data on the magical crossbow cannon, he also learned another, more important piece of information from the count's diary.

So on this breezy, sunny morning, he set out a table with the most lavish celebratory feast.

"Thank you, doctor, you saved my life."

But AdaiEr clearly didn't think so; she took several deep breaths, and a serious expression appeared on her face.

But she was a powerful sorcerer, not to be trifled with.

The little girl stiffened, gradually turned her back, clenched her legs, and almost forced out a sentence from her throat.

"You bastard of the Wind‑String, you deserve to die!"

Yet just as he tore open a portal, a dense, ferocious life energy comparable to a dragon's breath surged out, dragging a lethal golden maelstrom that smashed half his body to powder on the spot.

The prophet intended to use the newly deceased sorcerer to pursue the fate‑killer, and while identifying the murderer, locate AdaiEr's position.

Amidst Agelo's silent admiration, after a long while, the prophet finally exhaled a long breath.

After hearing AdaiEr finish her story, he shamelessly said he wanted to see the demonic armor, then sweet‑talked his way in, leaving an arm down to examine it closely.

Only after a long time did Agelo, who had cowered on the main seat too frightened to make a sound, finally tremble his lips.

If it were anyone else, he would have chopped him down with a single slash long ago.

Nothing happened.

Ji Ming thought she was being strangely restrained, so he hurriedly rang the imperial bell several times— clang— clang— clang.

Repeated embarrassments and failures finally ignited real fire in the sorcerer.

"Old man, what's the matter!"

He slit his own wrist, conjuring a grotesque blood‑flesh hand, ready to sever AdaiEr's life source from millions of miles away.

But now, only two weak, gradually cooling corpses remain.

Watching AdaiEr stagger toward the bathroom, Ji Ming pulled up her profile for a glance.

But for some reason, the doctor's expression didn't change at all; there was even a hint of disappointed grievance in his eyes.

"I'm actually not a level‑6 mage; I'm a level‑16 warrior!"

But before she could figure out why, she heard the doctor exaggeratingly "Oh!" and then start clapping.

Where is the person? No idea!

"Um, there's something even more important."

"SwiftJoy host Lei Ge's house collapse may face a prison disaster"?

Fortunately there was good news too: just a week ago, a sorcerer suddenly told him that AdaiEr's spirit was damaged, allowing the curse to erupt early.

The previously quite lavish debuff bar now has nothing at all.

Turning his head, his calm eyes were as still as an ancient well.

Ji Ming slapped his thigh, burst into laughter, and quickly clicked in.

"Hmph, let this old man see which short‑sighted one dares to hinder the Prince's good deed!"

"Caveman, dig a hole!!! I want to be a nimble dog in the mountains!!!"

When the sorcerer drew a blood formation and activated the fiercest soul‑pursuing curse, the ferocious spirit hovering in midair made no sound before being inexplicably crushed.

"Wow, so AdaiEr is that powerful—a level‑16 warrior, impressive, impressive."

"Sorry, Your Highness, the curse has already failed; to reactivate it we must wait until next month…"

"Doctor, I have something very important to tell you!"

"Damn!"

"What's going on?"

Strange, even though I have no clue what happened, but…

When the countdown ended, Ji Ming instantly unleashed the fastest hand speed and speech rate of his career, boosting the farewell technique's efficiency to its peak.

"Actually I'm not a wandering mage; I'm a noble from the Deep Forest Wang Guo, and my family name is…"

A faint blue energy spread outward; this is a highly advanced prophecy art.

"Your Highness, don't panic; I have a way too!"

If they succeed in torturing AdaiEr to death, her resentment will turn her into an obedient revenant, returning with whatever they desire.

Just as the massive enemy forces prepared to charge, they suddenly disconnected and self‑destructed en masse, leaving you alone staring blankly at the four words 【You Won】.

"This is so satisfying!"

As he alternated between crying and laughing, shouting and causing a ruckus, white smoke gradually rose from his seven orifices.

Huh, Lei Ge seems a bit familiar…

Yage Luo immediately leaned forward, saying urgently.

"AdaiEr, do you feel any discomfort?"

Three, two, one!

The other one stared as if seeing a ghost, white smoke billowing from its seven orifices, as if its brain had been steamed.

Helplessly, he could only wait.

"Shatter the darkness with thunder! Utter madness! Utter madness!"

"I…"

This is another direction, but it's not without merit!

After easily seizing the cutting‑edge technology, he plans to reward his two subordinates handsomely, showcasing the generosity and benevolence of a future lord.

The young man's name is Yage Luo·Shixin, the third prince of the Deep Forest Wang Guo.

Ji Ming, refusing to be superstitious, recited another incantation, then produced a warding talisman and tossed it up.

Did we win?

"Ha!"

…

Back in the real world, ready to pop a Coke and celebrate the triumph, he accidentally saw the web headline, ranked third was…

"Huh?"

"I…"

Three months ago, after learning that Count Fengxian was planning to side with his second brother, he launched a night raid on the Fengxian family's fief to keep the powerful magical crossbow technology from falling into others' hands.

After a long date with the Demon Armor, he finally composed his expression.

In life they were extremely powerful sorcerers and seers, killing from afar, their words shaping reality, and their names alone could strike terror.

Because at both ends of the ornate long table, on high‑backed chairs engraved with golden patterns, two bodies that were bleeding profusely sat.

As if victorious.

However, all the data and the original Demon Armor itself were secretly taken away by AdaiEr's little daughter.

???

He lifted his leg and sat cross‑legged on the dining chair, closed his eyes, and his wide‑sleeved robe, along with his beard, rose without a breeze.

And here, the lacquer surface bears a sturdy battle scar, and I happen to have a tongue—how could such a coincidence exist in this world!?

"Answer me, are you okay?"

"Actually…"

Pinching his chin, he thought for a moment before asking.

"Again, what are you doing!?"

AdaiEr was instantly choked, furrowing her brows in confusion for a long while before letting out a light cough.

AdaiEr stammered, unable to utter a single word for ages.

It's like playing Red Alert: you build massive cannons, stack anti‑air berserk light‑prism tanks, create an impregnable three‑layer defense, and imagine holding the high ground for an unprecedented, heroic, and tragic siege battle.

The talisman slid off her body weakly, showing not even a hint of igniting.

A corpse that seemed to have been bombarded by a magical blast, half of its body shredded into debris by the raging energy.

Seeing the panel already at level thirteen, Ji Ming casually waved his hand.

Even though the problem was resolved, the feeling was odd.

Within a castle in the Deep Forest Wang Guo, a young noble in lavish clothing rudely bellowed.

AdaiEr enunciated each word, speaking with utmost seriousness.

After tidying a messy treatment bed and finishing to re‑store everything, AdaiEr, cheeks flushed, returned to the main hall.

"Your Highness, do not hurry; your subordinate still has a solution!"

"Doctor, I can't hold it any longer, I want to faint!"

"It's coming, it's coming—are you finally going to tell me about the magic armor!?"

She straightened, and earnestly performed a bow to Ji Ming.