The Otherworldly Adventures of a Super Naive Girl

Chapter 273: The Story’s Protagonist Has to Fight Harder

We cant be sure yet. There is a possibility the leader of the Red Skulls is under its influence. Ming Xi shook his head but didnt continue.

Turns out they wouldnt be able to ignore the problem with the pirates. Both Ming Xi and Jier had serious expressions on their faces. Neither wanted to wade such muddy waters, but it couldnt be helped.

Inheriting great power meant bearing burdens ordinary people could never imagine. Whether it was a seal or the blood of gods, there was only one mission protect the human world from invaders.

They couldnt ignore the situation now that there was a possibility of demons appearing.

Unsure of what to do, they decided to go to speak with the imprisoned maids, then figure things out from there.

A group of slaves, who had just been escorted into the castle, were leaning against a wall in panic. They were kidnapped daughters of fishermen on the various islands nearby. Their future was uncertain.

They would either become convenient venting objects for the pirates, be turned into demons, become like the walking dead, or be raped to death without with a chance to live at all.

The sound of girls crying was the first thing Zi Cheng noticed when she woke up. Most of the girls were tanned, only a few were light-skinned. But compared to Zi Cheng, even the light-skinned ones were shades darker than she was.

Zi Cheng carefully thought back to what had happened. Her mission had been to get thirty magic cores from unique monsters in the northern ice countries. Including herself and the captain, there were seven people in their team. They encountered a storm along the way and she was knocked overboard by a huge wave.

She used a special function in her system to access a recording of what had happened since she passed out. Many pictures appeared in her mind from when a big wave tossed her overboard to when she washed ashore. The local fisherman rescued her, but shortly after, she was kidnapped by pirates.

The pirates demanded ten girls from the village. The fisherman who had rescued her was the poorest with the least prestige, but that didnt mean he was willing to hand over his daughter. The same went for many of the other families. The only ones who didnt mind were the ones who had so many daughters that losing one or two didn't bother them.

In order to protect his daughter, the fisherman gave them the still unconscious Zi Cheng. After having taken her away, the pirates gave her a healing potion in order to keep her alive.

Zi Cheng smiled bitterly. Should she thank the pirates? She wouldnt have been able to wake up in just three days if it hadnt been for the potion; her injuries had been severe.

And the fishermans family, to be saved by them, she should be grateful. A pity though that they sacrificed her for their own good. She was an innocent person. It was a good thing the pirates hadnt raped her, otherwise she would have made sure every single person in that fishermans family paid the price.

Now that she understood her situation, she had to figure a way out.

Master! Master! You're finally awake! A joyous voice echoed in Zi Chengs mind. It was her contracted spirit mouse pet, Treasure Hunter. She had gotten it by exchanging points with her system. It had minimal attack power and no advantages, but it could hunt for treasure. It was a useful function, so she had redeemed a lot of points for it.

Baby. Zi Cheng responded gently in her heart.

Master! I sense treasure underground. Lets go hunt for it! The mouse spoke excitedly in Zi Chengs mind.

Treasure? Her eyes lit up. She already had a system, but treasure from the outside world was also useful. If she didnt need it, she could exchange it for favorability points. She could then use those points to buy the things she actually wanted.

Baby, dont fret. Its not the time for it yet. Wait a bit...

At the same time, Ai Lin, who was on a mission in the Kingdom of Sand, suddenly felt uneasy. Could something have happened to the heroine of the story?

Her eyes lit up after she thought about the story a bit. This was around the time the heroine would have reached Demon Wind island, if the plot followed its original trajectory.

The heroine would chance upon one of her biggest opportunities there. She would encounter the Demon Suppression sword, an ancient divine sword that originally belonged to Longzi. When the Demon Ancestor attacked the human world, Longzi used the sword to attack his chief demon general, General Zimo.

The Demon Suppression sword forever sealed the general in the deep sea, that was until Zi Cheng selfishly pulled out the sword and thus released the general.

General Zimo went on a rampage, killing major powers and ordinary humans alike. The rivers flowed with blood and many island nations were obliterated.

Zi Cheng stepped forward, and with the help of a messenger from the temple, defeated Zimo. No one knew she was the murderer who had released the demon. The Red Skulls were blamed for it and were used as a scapegoat by the heroine.

Zi Cheng became the embodiment of kindness and justice, the people showered her with praise and the temple appreciated her. There were even countless legends about her.

It hadnt occurred to Ai Lin back when she read the book originally, but now upon thinking it over, she realized Zi Cheng was like a walking disaster who brought misfortune everywhere she went. Every single catastrophe on the continent was caused by her. So many died as a result. She used all their deaths like stepping stones to ascend to the godly realm, all the while being lavishly praised for her virtue.

Ai Lin sighed. She had gone to a different location from the heroine because they were on different teams. She couldnt very well leave her mission and run after Zi Cheng, nor could she remind everyone to be careful. The horrible heroine was about to release a horrible demon.

She hoped the plot line was strong enough to handle it. The more events veered from the original, the better it would be. It had happened so many times before, this time was probably no exception . . .