Daily News: My 3D Zone Goddess Conquest Log

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"Such a good thing, of course I will send my most loyal, reliable, and untouchable pawns to win it."

She leaned forward slightly, her red lips almost touching Jill's ear, her breath like the forked tongue of a viper:

"The safest approach is to weld you to this 'perfect' position... don't you think, my... outdated sample?"

Jill abruptly turned her head and glared at her fiercely. "After it's done," she said, emphasizing each word through gritted teeth, "I'll get my freedom back!"

“Of course~” Exela reached out and symbolically patted Jill’s delicate collarbone, which had been invaded by the cold mechanical spider and once represented a symbol of freedom.

That being said, both of them knew the truth.

Freedom, Jill will definitely have it!

However, it's highly unlikely that Jill will be free...

For Exela Geon—this calculating, manipulative, and sophisticated woman with a bun hairstyle—it was simply an option to be permanently deleted.

She was putting insurance on the operation; even if Jill suddenly regained consciousness due to an accident, this deception would likely guarantee her success.

But for Jill, this was precisely her only chance and her only way out!

Jill's nails dug deep into the flesh of her palm, the intense pain forcing her to work at high speed.

A cold, mechanical spider coiled around his chest, pressing on his heart like a miniature malignant tumor ready to explode at any moment.

This is not just an opportunity; it is the only cableway to freedom that she, trapped in a desperate situation, can grasp!

Opportunity always comes with risk.

What if we gamble everything?

for sure!

There must be some way!

There must be some way to break the control of psychotropic drugs!

Exera didn't even bother to give Jill, who was "sulking," another glance.

In her opinion, this 31-year-old female warrior was acting too impulsively.

She once suspected that Jill was the kind of naive girl who appeared strong and aloof on the surface, but was secretly swindled out of her fortune by a scumbag and still had to help him count the money.

Exela’s sense of superiority reached its peak at this moment, as if she were standing on a cloud looking down on the inferior sample, Jill.

Looking in the mirror is an example of this.

Just then, a glaring figure appeared on the monitor screen.

The good-for-nothing young master from a noble family in District H—that signature blond hair that looks like it's been splashed with cheap hair dye, you can almost smell the stupidity of a spoiled brat even through the screen.

As an elite second-generation, Axela's red lips immediately curled downwards in an undisguised, disgusted arc.

"Ha," she snorted, letting out a short, cold snort as if swatting away a fly, "finally, we've sent this big shot away."

Her fingertips tapped impatiently on the edge of the control panel; she felt that even glancing at it would pollute her vision.

"Tsk, but the ransom they're demanding is pretty steep... that's the only value this good-for-nothing has."

But in her view, dealing with the corrupt forces behind this incompetent man and bargaining to extract ransom—

It's like being a sow digging for food in a mud pit!

She would rather invest all her time in the Chosen One's "little two-headed dragon"!

At the very least, the "little two-headed dragon" is really cute and handsome. Its little face and little body are simply a masterpiece sculpted by the Creator!

Even without saying a word, just sitting next to me is incredibly emotionally engaging.

Even if the strategy of "building relationships" with the chosen ones doesn't make progress, so what? Just consider it like having a top-tier host club's main attraction booked for free!

To be able to hold the chosen one's precious "heart and soul" in the palm of one's hand, to tease, observe, and even... analyze his reactions at will—

This secret thrill of defying authority and blaspheming the sacred is a hundred times more exciting than counting those piles of ransom money that reek of scum!

By the way, this idiot was caught by the "little two-headed dragon".

Meanwhile, in a prison corridor monitored by cameras.

The sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced San Gouzi rushed over from District H early in the morning to redeem his golden retriever.

"Young Master! What's one slip-up!" San Gouzi shouted as he served him. "If you ask me, you should find a restaurant and have a meal-eating contest with them!"

Let's see who can eat the most!

"When it comes to food! When it comes to refinement! Nobody can beat us!"

Jinbao, the martial arts champion of the entire H district, immediately turned around and glared at San Gouzi.

"What the hell are you talking about, eating? You mean I'm a glutton?!"

"Do you understand that I want to become your disciple?"

The three dogs with long braids slung across their backs instantly became obsequious, "No! Of course not, you're a complete idiot!"

Jinbao covered his face in exasperation, realizing he couldn't reason with the old servant.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar small figure out of the window! On the prison's exercise yard!

"Holy crap! Junior Master!"

Without hesitation, he leaped out of the corridor, like a monkey that had just jumped out, and headed straight for young Li Pu!

"Master! Master! Who arrested you!"

Li Pu was stunned. Damn, he could even run into someone in prison?

So there's no escaping it now!

Chapter 89 What kind of spirit is this?! (One chapter today, three more tomorrow, I'll definitely finish it! Or 2)

Li Pu, who wanted to discreetly "hitch a ride," simply wanted to blend into the crowd and get off when he arrived at his destination.

It seems that Exera is taking this exploration very seriously. It looks like they're going to capture quite a few cannon fodder this time.

With his level nine strength on paper, coupled with his almost eager-to-die attitude, he was practically a chosen cannon fodder.

Sure enough, the cold metal collar locked his neck again, and the familiar red light dimly illuminated. What was handed to him was a piece of expired black bread as hard as a brick, and a half-bottle of murky, muddy water with visible impurities floating on it—the so-called "supplies."

The familiar combination of bomb ring and supply.

He curled his lip; these two disgusting things could be considered a specialty of the R district...

Fortunately, before parting ways with my junior sister, I asked her for a blessing of "pleasure" just in case, so I'm not worried about this lump of iron on my neck.

Chewing on bread that could break his teeth, his eyes swept over the heavily guarded parade ground and the towering searchlight.

Inside the control center, he had once again witnessed the ruthlessness and cruelty of the woman in charge of the R district, the stunningly beautiful and ruthless Elsie.

Forced control, substandard supplies, a mission that was clearly meant to send them to their deaths... This was the second time she had treated them like livestock.

He noted down the details: the bun hairstyle, the foreign woman...

Once, twice, but never three times.

I'll definitely give this wicked woman a good "retribution" for her controlling nature when I get the chance!

I was fed this today, I'll feed you another day...

Forget it, I won't reward her.

I was finally about to squeeze onto the stuffy, green freight truck, thinking I could finally catch my breath—

"Master! Master! Who locked you up here!"

A blond-haired youth hopped over without a care in the world!

In an instant, all eyes were fixed on Li Pu!

Damn it—all that previous low-key approach was for nothing!

"Get lost! You've mistaken me for someone else!" Li Pu said in a low voice, trying to kick him away.

The golden retriever, however, clung to the boy's leg like a stubborn plaster, completely ignoring his refusal and howling loudly as he tried to pry it off.

"Master! Master! That day at the bank! That move of yours! That one finger strike that surpassed 'Stunning Beauty'! Just that one swish! How did you learn it? Please teach me, just that one move!"

He was so anxious he almost knelt down on the train carriage floor and kowtowed.

"Where are you going? I want to go too! Take me with you!"

The middle-aged henchman, San Gouzi, who had an outdated long braid and was as thin as a monkey, was sweating profusely with anxiety!

He desperately tried to pull his golden retriever back, shouting, "Oh my goodness! No, no! Get up! The floor is so dirty!"

On one hand, he had to force a fawning smile and bow and scrape to Li Pu, who was equally bewildered.

"Hehe, hehehe... Little master, look at the mess you've made! Please excuse the commotion! Our young master is just so honest! He's only interested in learning that... 'whoosh'! That amazing skill from you!"

He rubbed his hands together, leaned forward, and his small eyes gleamed with a cunning light: "Little Master, look! As long as you teach our young master, you won't have to be cannon fodder! Let me tell you, the treatment of martial arts instructors in the Jin family is amazing!"

"You get plenty of refined grains every meal! Refined grains, young master! Absolutely no sand or mold in the white flour buns! Guaranteed authentic! And every day there's also... uh, that! Water made from imported concentrated beef broth! Thick! Much better than what we have here! What are you feeding these people?!"

As they were talking, he suddenly tripped and stumbled, almost throwing his braid forward. He quickly regained his balance, coughing and coughing. "How about it, little master? Come with us! Our Jin family of Dongzhou will definitely treat you well!"

The golden retriever was finally pulled to his feet, but he still clung tightly to Li Pu's arm and yelled at the three dogs:

"What do you know! Master! Don't listen to his rubbish! We want to learn kung fu! Jinghong! Teach me! Teach me!"

Li Pu's brows furrowed tightly, but he gritted his teeth and maintained his "heroic cannon fodder" persona—he needed this ride! He steeled himself and abruptly straightened his back:

"No need!"

The sudden loud voice startled both the golden retriever and the three dogs!

Li Pu's mind raced: When that blond guy used that "Jinghong" power at the bank, he was muttering something like "Celestial Master's Edict Sword Seal, Jinghong... I humbly request the Divine Lord to subdue demons and monsters"... It's very similar to the righteous cultivators who "act on behalf of Heaven" in those online novels he read in his previous life?

Could it be that the core concept of the "Jinghong" destiny is to slay demons and monsters?

But this guy in front of me—the wicked young master of the Ironclad Clan—gains his strength by taking drugs and specifically targets weak women... Is this what you call a moral guardian? He's nothing but a scumbag in disguise!

[Acting Skills Level 1 Activated]

Who cares! Let's just muddle through first!

Li Pu immediately had a "flash of inspiration," raised his chin, and raised his voice high and high, managing to make the words sound incredibly noble and righteous:

"I! I will go beyond the realms to vanquish demons! To eradicate all evil! This is... uh... my sacred duty!"

With the help of his acting skills, his tone was almost tragic, as if he was about to be executed at any moment, and it was powerful and resounding.

To heighten the atmosphere, he even forcefully swung his fist to emphasize his words—only to slam it against the iron railing next to him with a loud crash! A sharp pain shot through his finger bone, and his lips twitched wildly. He managed to suppress his grimaces with his remaining level 1 acting skills, forcibly keeping his face as stern as a tragic stone monument.

He forcefully jabbed his finger, which was in excruciating pain and almost deformed, at the blond-haired boy: "You! Don't bother me!"

Jinbao, the golden-haired boy, was completely stunned, his eyes wide open!

Wow, that's amazing!

Exterminate demons from beyond the realm! Wipe out all evil spirits!

Listen to this level of commitment! This level of enlightenment! This determination to eliminate evil and uphold justice, even at the cost of starvation!

He selectively ignored the "pig feed" bread in Lip's hand...

He felt as if this was a true "Amazing Swan" cultivator! His own superficial knowledge in the bank was nothing compared to that of a child setting off firecrackers! His admiration exploded instantly!

"Hero! Righteous man!" San Gouzi shrank his neck, his eyes darting around as he looked around. He hunched over and leaned close to Li Pu, his voice barely audible: "Our Dongzhou... cough! We've been preparing our troops for a long time! We need a master like you!"

He was afraid his voice would carry and be overheard by the sharp ears of District R. District H of East Asia also organized an exploration of the ruins, pointing to the sky and gesturing wildly as he whispered his assurances:

"Don't worry! What you're eating is beneath you! Back home, every meal is white rice and refined flour! Fresh seasonal vegetables! Freshly killed pheasants and wild rabbits, served in a variety of ways! I guarantee you'll be... uh... full of energy!"

The blond-haired boy was already filled with righteous indignation; his attention was now entirely focused on his "master," who was being treated differently! His fists were clenched so tightly they left white marks, and he angrily pointed at the armored convoy rumbling past on the other side of the parade ground:

"Exactly! Why?! Why do they get to ride in those tin cans while my master has to squeeze into this broken, shabby green can?!"

He suddenly turned his head and roared at San Gouzi, spitting almost all over the other man's face:

"Are you blind? Do you think we in Dongzhou are short of money for a little bit of metal?! Do you think we can't afford it?!"

"San Gouzi! Listen up!" He pointed to the armored vehicle on the playground.

"Get one for me and one for my master! One for each of us! Just one of these turtle shells! The big ones!"