Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 13

As the northern war continued, the influx of refugees moving south increased. The Northern Army had expanded its recruitment three times, reaching almost its maximum capacity, yet many northern men still couldn’t find work. Various refugee gangs sprang up like mushrooms after rain, and every night the sound of gunfire could be heard.

Under the arrangements of the government, the Cheng, Xing, Chu, and Li families quickly formed militia units to ease the growing security pressures. The two father-in-laws were also assigned military positions.

Though they came through nepotism, everyone knew their daughters had exceptional potential in terms of bloodline and grade, so they performed competently.

Recently, Jiankang City had been frequently requesting aid.

According to Liu Daojian, the attacks from the Liyang Army had intensified, leaving their troops severely strained.

Despite the Northern Army’s attempts to conserve strength, they could no longer afford to. With approval from the government, they agreed to send troops to the war and assess the true situation of the Liyang Army.

Of course, aid to Jiankang still had to be sent.

However, with the recent security pressures in Jingkou, the available troops were limited and primarily comprised northern refugees, requiring time for training. It was hoped that Jiankang would understand. After the message was sent, there was no response from Taicheng.

Cheng Jinyang felt somewhat uneasy. But in this era, the relationship between garrisons and the central government was such that if you let the central government dictate your terms, you’d hardly develop. Other garrisons might not be so accommodating, but if you were particularly cooperative, the central government would push all demands onto you. Negotiating and dragging things out for a few days was normal.

Since Taicheng had not responded, the Northern Army was content to pretend not to hear and decided to wait a few days to see what would happen.

That night, the number of people in the Governor’s residence’s bedroom had reached nine, almost turning it into a communal dormitory. Seeing Xing Yuanzhi and Yang Wangshu with their own separate beds, Lu Qingyun whispered to Zheng Qiupei:

“Why do they have their own beds while we don’t?”

“Xiao Wangshu has social anxiety, and Yuanzhi has a cleanliness obsession, so they can’t sleep with us,” Zheng Qiupei explained.

“Then why can’t this man… cough, I mean Jinyang, have a separate bed?” Lu Qingyun asked quietly.

Last night, she had been too nervous to protest. Seeing everyone in good spirits tonight, she quietly asked Zheng Qiupei: shouldn’t they be preserving the dignity of the girls if they were to share a bed with him?

This question left Zheng Qiupei stumped, tilting her head in confusion as she pondered how to respond.

Thinking it over, how did the other girls view this?

Chu Qingqing: I want to hug Jinyang.

Cui Jinqi: I want Jinyang to hug me.

Wang Wanrou: Boring.

Li Qingwan: As long as everyone is happy.

For herself: Well, everyone is friends, right? Even if they slept together, as long as nothing inappropriate happened, it should be fine…

“It’s like this,” Zheng Qiupei explained, “You see, Qingqing and Jinqi are sleeping on either side of him. Even though we’re also on the bed, we’re not in direct contact with him, so… it doesn’t matter, right?”

Lu Qingyun: …

Isn’t this just self-deception!!!

With the only demon network gaming rader available, Lu Qingyun had no choice but to silently change into her pajamas in the bathroom.

The current arrangement on the bed was as follows: on the left side by the window was Miss Wang, followed by Cui Xiaoniang, then Cheng Jinyang, then Chu Qingqing, and on the right were Li Qingwan, Zheng Qiupei, and Lu Qingyun.

Seven people were crammed onto a bed that was five meters wide, a size that Cheng Jinyang had anticipated when designing the Governor’s residence.

“It’s too crowded,” Miss Wang said coldly as she sat by the window and looked at the line of people on the pillow, “I’ll turn off your dream ability of recruiting people for now. Our team should adhere to a standard of quality over quantity, rather than expanding recklessly and lowering the average standard.”

“Ah, should we turn it off?” Cheng Jinyang hesitated instinctively. If the bedroom was too small… well, it could always be expanded, couldn’t it?!

Then, thinking it over, he realized that while the bedroom could be infinitely expanded, can his kidney’s energy be regenerated as endlessly?

“Alright,” he eventually agreed for the sake of his kidney’s wellbeing.

The previously tense atmosphere in the room relaxed significantly, making him feel as though he had narrowly escaped a calamity.

If he had refused without thinking, it felt like something very unpleasant would have immediately happened…

However, since Cheng Jinyang had agreed to disable the dream-sharing function, everyone finally relaxed and resumed their activities—some chatting, some watching dramas, and others returning to their own tasks.

In the dream realm.

As most people had reached the fifth grade, Cheng Jinyang consulted Yujing San on how to advance to the fourth grade.

“Oh, your bloodline density has already reached the level of the Maro,” Yujing San pondered, “So now you need to move towards the Asura realm.”

“Asura?”

“It’s the prerequisite realm before becoming a Demon God.” Yujing San patted her barren chest, “For example, I’m at full Asura, just a step away from the Demon God realm.”

Cheng Jinyang calculated in his mind: Maro = Fifth grade; Asura = Fourth grade; Demon God = Third grade…

“From Maro to Asura is generally achieved by hunting anomalies,” Yujing San continued.

“Anomalies are worth 0.05 Ma. If I use my flying sword to kill 6 every second, that’s 360 per minute, about 20,000 per hour, and around 200,000 in a 10-hour night, which is roughly 10,000 Ma,” Cheng Jinyang explained, “Reaching the fourth grade requires 10 million Ma, so I’d need another 900 days, or two and a half years… That’s too long, I can’t wait that long!”

“Two and a half years to reach Asura is already incredibly fast!” Yujing San glared and put her hands on her hips, “I didn’t have all these fancy powers. I had to run around looking for anomalies, punching them to death, and it took me almost a hundred years to reach the Asura realm!”

Cheng Jinyang: …

Indeed, Yujing San was physically extraordinarily strong, almost invincible in single combat, but her efficiency in harvesting was lacking. With the density of anomalies on Changxing Island, even if she could kill them with a single punch, killing more than 10 per minute was the limit.

Without flying abilities or large-scale remote attacks, she had to rely on time-consuming training.

A hundred years…

Only an immortal demon could afford to wait that long. Without mechanical bodies to replace aging tissues, it would be a miracle for a human to stay active for a hundred years, let alone train!

“I have a question.” Wang Wanrou suddenly peeked from the side and asked, “Asuras don’t have special abilities, right? So why do they suddenly have abilities when they reach the Demon God realm?”

“You’re annoying, I don’t want to talk to you,” Yujing San snapped.

Wang Wanrou: ?

A smile gradually appeared on her face, “What, are you jealous of my beauty?”

“Hmm.” Yujing San said with disgust, “What kind of face do you have? On its own, it’s nothing special, but put together, it has an odd sense of perfect harmony that can’t be easily imitated. Hmph, unless someone can perfectly replicate it, any small deviation will ruin its perfection.”

“That’s true beauty,” Wang Wanrou said proudly, “Unlike those mass-produced influencer faces, which are just cheap imitations of beauty.”

“Heh, I wonder if you’d still speak so arrogantly if I made a few cuts on your face,” Yujing San threatened.

“You can’t get it, so you want to destroy it?” Cheng Jinyang joined in the conversation.

“I’m just talking,” Yujing San waved her hand, “Other demons don’t have such a good temper as me. You better be careful, beauty monster.”