Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"I promise I'll train hard from now on!"

Chapter 02 Let's Sign the Contract

After enjoying several tickling and whipping sessions, Jill finally had enough motivation.

She trained so hard that she was covered in sweat, looking like she had been pulled out of the water. To the point that later on, apart from fixing her chest, Jill was too lazy to even wear clothes during training.

Seeing her attitude, Anran nodded in satisfaction.

In every respect, Jill is excellent right now.

"what--"

Jill covered her breasts with both hands, squeezed her thighs together, and squatted nervously on the ground.

She breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that it was An Ran who had come.

"Oh, it's Lady Anran! I was so scared. I thought my virginity was going to be lost like this."

Jill unconsciously lowered her guard, and her movements to cover her vital parts became less serious.

Fortunately, Anran is currently not interested in Jill.

"You should receive new training. It's really embarrassing that a Great Elementalist can't even use the combination of elements properly."

The initial training was simply to gradually get Jill's body back into action after a long absence from battle.

Jill is a powerful elementalist; even if she trains her body to be as hard as an ancient god, then…

what--

If they really have that ability, it would be better to let Jill change jobs directly.

But it's clear that Jill has no talent in this area.

The Great Elementalist is her true home.

Jill's biggest problem is her mindset.

In the Great Interstellar Era, it's truly astonishing that someone who has cultivated to the level of a master could be this lazy.

The most amazing thing is that, including himself, Wilmer actually managed to gather four oddballs. Perhaps this is the rule that oddballs attract each other.

Besides being lazy and gluttonous, excessive kindness is also a chasm that hinders Jill's progress.

Because she felt that the destructive power was too strong and that the enemy would suffer greatly when they died, she simply sealed away her ultimate move, "Plague Storm." That is Jill.

This is someone who works in the mercenary army; I really don't understand how her brain works.

Anran has now decided to help her change this mindset.

The first step is to start in the virtual world.

"You are currently at the highest point in this virtual world. Look at your feet."

Jill looked down.

Beneath the majestic tower, thousands of people gathered, their eyes glowing red, like monsters that had lost their senses, howling as they charged toward the tower.

These are the enemies that Anran created for Jill using the Spirit Network; there are a total of 100,000 of them.

From the moment they entered the virtual space, these enemies had nothing but Jill standing on the tower.

They are swift and incredibly strong.

With arms outstretched, he climbed the tower with the agility of a monkey, swinging forward dozens of meters with a gentle swing.

"These are the enemies you will face. You only have three minutes. If you don't kill them, you will become their prey. Since this is calculated autonomously by AI, I'm not sure what kind of treatment you will receive. However, since they are enemies, I think their methods will definitely be more cruel than mine."

Anran smiled serenely, her smile revealing profound meaning.

At this moment, Anran was like an evil mentor, leading Jill step by step into the abyss of depravity.

"What? The ending is so tragic?"

Jill's expression changed.

"So you decide for yourself, you only have three minutes."

Faced with the possibility of losing her chastity, what choice will Jill make?

Anran was very interested.

Lazy people often lack the motivation to be disciplined.

She is looking for this reason.

As the enemies drew closer, Jill took a deep breath, her chest heaving several times.

Just as Anran thought she was going through a violent internal struggle, Jill suddenly opened her mouth wide.

"Plague Storm!"

With a loud shout.

A whirlwind suddenly swept through a radius of fifty meters centered on Jill.

In just a moment, you can see countless green fragments filling the whirlwind.

As the whirlwind expanded, the green fragments were also sent flying.

An Ran watched as the first enemy was hit on the head by the green fragment.

Then a change occurred.

Suddenly, the virtual enemy, who was struggling to climb, freed its hands and covered its head.

His body immediately lost its balance and fell from a height of hundreds of meters.

While still in mid-air, his head began to twist and turn freely, like clay.

With a thud, the virtual enemy that had been hit slammed heavily into the crowd.

His entire body was green, twisted and curled up, a horrifying sight; the appearance of his death was already exaggerated enough.

But what makes the plague storm even more dangerous is that its damage can spread like a plague.

Every body that dies from the plague becomes a source of the plague's spread.

One infected two.

The more it spread, the more numerous it became.

If no effective measures are taken, the enemies who fall victim to this will soon be wiped out.

If this skill were released on a planet with a low level of technology, it could wipe out the entire population of the planet with a single strike.

This is indeed a very cruel skill.

But when facing a mortal enemy, since you're already facing life and death, being a little ruthless isn't a big problem.

It was done!

An Ran turned her head in surprise.

The 100,000 enemies she prepared for Jill were all killed at the very beginning of the game.

Jill's conflicted expression, inner turmoil, and fear of being ganged up on, which she had been anticipating, were nowhere to be seen!

"Tell me quickly, are you Jill's twin sister!"

Anran grabbed Jill by the collar and shook her back and forth.

"Stop!" Jill shouted. "I am Jill, the real deal!"

"How is this possible? How could Jill use Plague Storm so decisively! Either you're Jill's twin sister, or you're some kind of invader! Hehehe..."

An Ran burst out laughing, as if she had suddenly turned evil.

"Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving. This is a spiritual network that I've disguised as ordinary cyberspace. Unless your network technology far surpasses mine, your consciousness will be trapped here forever!"

Jill cried out anxiously, "I really am Jill!"

"Shut up! I don't have a Gil like you!"

"Because this is a virtual space, I can use Plague Storm so decisively. Since it's all fake anyway, even if I kill a lot, it's still fake. And if I don't obey, I might get beaten up, so I just..."

"..."

If you say something like that, you must be sincere.

But this reason is just too...

An Ran didn't know what to say.

Are you a good girl who can distinguish between virtual and reality?

That's enough.

How can we train like this?

"Let's call it a day for today's training."

Anran led Jill away from this virtual space.

But she did not give up.

This was originally going to be a protracted war.

After secretly drugging Jill, Anran dragged her into another experiment.

Suddenly awakened, Jill thought the Cult of Protoss had really attacked. The situation was extremely urgent, but faced with the overwhelming enemy, even though the "Cult of Protoss" came running over with shiny sticks to cleanse, Jill still dared not use Plague Storm.

She could only barely hold on with her unskilled elemental combination techniques, and after becoming physically and mentally exhausted, she was pinned to the ground by a group of people.

"Click—"

The renowned director, who had been watching from the sidelines for a long time, walked out calmly.

The lights went out.

At this moment, only Anran and Jill remained in the center of the stage.

Why not fight back?