I became the King of Ryukyu

"I told you, cherish the last part of your life."

The girl's indifferent words plunged the young man into an icy abyss.

So this cold and terrifying woman in front of me is really the Ryukyuan I cursed in the game?

She wanted to kill herself over such a trivial matter?

"Please spare me! Please spare me! I'll never steal your minions again when I play Graves, no, I'll never play games again!" He kowtowed repeatedly, tears and snot streaming down his face onto the wool carpet. "I'm trash, I'm trash from Tokyo, I'll never dare to slander Okinawa Prefecture again!"

Without even glancing at him, Mioko put down her hardcover book and looked at Zheng Yi with a gloomy face: "Go break one of his legs, and I'll give you two hundred thousand yen."

"I'll bet four, no, five, I want a million!" Zheng Yi immediately doubled down.

Mioko Honbu scoffed dismissively, "That kind of stuff doesn't count. I'll give you 800,000 at most."

"Alright, breaking that little bug is a bonus." Zheng Yi strode over, his fingers cracking like a villain in a movie.

"Thank you." He first bowed to the old butler.

Someone covered up Jin Yetenglong's death, and the only person Zheng Yi could think of was this old man.

"You're welcome, Young Master Zheng. It was nothing." The old man smiled and returned the greeting, seemingly used to such things.

The Tokyo man began to struggle desperately, but was pinned to the ground by three bodyguards like a pig being shoved, his face rubbing so hard that a bald patch was left on the wool carpet.

"You can't treat me like this! I'm a top student from Keio University, I studied finance at the University of Chicago, and my father is a member of parliament in Fukushima Prefecture! Ah—"

Zheng Yicai had no interest in wasting words with this "upper class" from Tokyo, and stepped on his shin.

Although he only possessed the strength of a "weak scholar," this downward kick still broke his bones without any surprise.

Then, amidst his agonizing screams, Zheng Yi repeated the same method, breaking his other leg and both arms.

When it came to the fifth limb, Zheng Yi hesitated.

He didn't want to step on that thing barefoot.

The Tokyoites lay there like dead dogs, their bodies convulsing from the intense pain.

Zheng Yi bent down, picked up a corner of the wool carpet, and rolled it up.

Then, after comparing the approximate locations, Zheng Yi kicked out and unleashed a flurry of blows.

[Emperor Toghon Temür, on his sickbed in Yingchang, prayed tremblingly to the Eternal Heaven for Xu Da's early withdrawal of troops. At the same time, he recalled the glory of "being wrapped in a blanket and trampled by horses" 110 years ago and felt that you had the shadow of the Eternal Heaven.]

[Blanket Wrapped and Trampled by Horses: In 1258, during Hulagu Khan's western expedition, he captured the last Abbasid Caliph al-Musta'sim. He wrapped the man tightly in a thick blanket and drove his cavalry to repeatedly trample him, causing his bones to shatter and him to suffocate. No blood was shed during the entire process.]

You have gained 1 point of power; your jade feet have become stronger.

[The Frail Scholar 2/5]

The moment the notification flashed before his eyes, Zheng Yi felt his muscles throbbing again. The strength gains that would normally require years of hard work and sweat in the gym surged through his body, making him feel so good that he wanted to groan.

Especially the arch of the foot, it's like doing tens of thousands of barbell rows with your feet, making the muscle fibers stronger.

Of course, the thickening of muscle fibers is far less noticeable to outsiders than the blissful expression on his face.

Three professionally trained bodyguards, who had seen it all, deliberately took a half step forward and stood between the young man and the young lady, watching the bizarre sight of the boy kicking wildly while grinning maliciously.

Zheng Yi realized he was laughing a bit too wildly, so he immediately stopped. He continued to kick the blanket for a while, then stepped back to the side, resting his hands on his thighs, his chest heaving violently.

For the sake of the 800,000 yen, he worked really hard.

One of the bodyguards crouched down, looked into the blanket, and then stood up and nodded to the young lady of headquarters.

"Clean it up." Headquarters Mioko waved her hand without even looking up.

The bodyguards dragged the blanket and the half-dead Tokyoite, who was groaning, out of the room.

Only a clean, white marble floor remained, without a trace of blood, as if nothing had happened.

The old butler respectfully closed the door, leaving only the two of them in the activity room.

Zheng Yi didn't care whether the rude Tokyoite would be let off the hook or thrown into the sea; his life was already over anyway.

Completely destroyed in a physical sense.

He glanced at the clock on the wall; the hour hand had already struck three.

"Don't you have class?" Zheng Yi asked.

As she rummaged through the pile of books, searching for something to pass the time, the girl paused slightly, leaning back lazily on the sofa, her legs, clad in black stockings, crossed and resting on the coffee table.

"I just ruined the life of a top student from Keio University, and you're asking me if I should go to class?"

She covered her lips with her hand, her shoulders shrugging slightly, as if mocking someone: Don't you know that education is worthless in the face of family background?

"Sorry, but I still have class." Zheng Yi pointed to the wall clock and then walked towards the tool shed.

"Wait." Motobu Mioko raised her left foot to block him. Looking down from above, her toes and calves were outlined in detail by black silk fabric.

"Is there anything else?" Zheng Yi took a step back to avoid touching her feet.

If he previously thought the rumors were somewhat biased, after what just happened, Zheng Yi felt that the outside world's perception of the young lady of the headquarters was still too conservative.

Of course, he doesn't dislike it.

But no matter what, he didn't want to be the next person to become a human stump and sink into the Ryukyu Sea.

Fortunately, the young lady from headquarters didn't make any strange requests like taking off my stockings. She just said, "Go feed the fish."

"But that's not my job."

"10 yen."

I have class this afternoon.

"20 yen."

"Whether I have classes or not isn't important; I mainly enjoy feeding the fish!"

As Mioko retracted her foot, a mocking smile appeared on her face, which resembled a sycamore flower.

Zheng Yi was unhappy with her "money means you can do whatever you want" expression, but she was giving him far too much.

Back in the tool shed, I dried the scraper and other tools and put them back in their place. I changed back into my own clothes and then went to the feed room.

In addition to large bags of pellet feed, there are also many fish, shrimp, and shellfish here as live food.

Both are aquatic creatures, but some species become ornamental species, are carefully cared for, have no worries about food, and are even taken care of by veterinarians.

Some varieties, however, can only be used as animal feed.

Isn't this also the fate of humankind?

A rich young lady like Mioko Honbu can decide the life or death of a poor person with just a smile or a frown, while the poor can only become fodder for the zaibatsu class.

Shaking his head, Zheng Yi mixed various pellet feeds and nutritional supplements together according to the manual, moved them to the elevated floor, and sprinkled them into the water tank.

Just like a fisherman baiting a hole, Zheng Yi was probably seen as a master baiter by those marine creatures.