Chapter 137 – A Little Princess’s Journey from Darkness to Light Novel

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Pablo jotted down something on his booklet without saying a thing. Lilly, however, thumped her chest. “I won’t purify you but you’ll have to come in voluntarily.”

“Come in where?” The spirit was curious.

“The jar of soul.” Lilly brandished the item in question. “Ms. Ugly and a guy with a sweet tooth are in there.”

“Sure!” The spirit immediately flew into the jar. It was the mention of the male companion that convinced her. Pablo shook his head and amended what he just wrote.

Lilly shook the jar in her hand. “Master, is the jar full now?”

Pablo answered without lifting his head. “Far from it. It was 10% full. Now, it’s 20% full.”

“But we caught several spirits! That is such a small increase.”

“That’s because you didn’t exorcise the spirits. When you exorcise a spirit, its energy will be absorbed by the jar. Now that you use it to keep the spirits, you forfeit the chance to exorcise them. But who knows? They might have a use in the future,” explained Pablo.

Lilly lay on her bed and just looked at her jar, deep in her thoughts. Meanwhile, Josh whipped out a notebook and started doing maths.

V of Malignant Spirit = X, V of Woeful Ghost = Y, V of Resent Spirit = Z.

SA of the Jar = …

To fill it up, we need 19X, 100Y, or …

Currently: X=2 (Vanity Spirit, Fake Foreign Ghost), Y=0, Z=0.

To Be Exorcised: X=2 (Weakling Spirit, Harem Spirit), Y=1 (Ms. Ugly)

Josh sighed at the formula. He needed more X!

…

Inside the jar, Ms. Ugly and the weakling spirit were playing rock, paper, scissors. The loser would be slapped. The weakling spirit shuddered when the harem spirit came in.

“Hi, cutie. What are you doing here?”

…

Lilly was scrolling her phone in secret before she slept. After the cyberbullying incident, the Crawfords decided to only let Lilly return to school once the dust had settled. Like all curious kids, Lilly wanted to discover many things. A video suddenly appeared on Lilly’s feed and she immediately had goosebumps.

In the video, a man was kneeling on the ground with a cleaver in one hand. He kept bowing in a dramatic fashion while yelling, “Sorry, Lilly! My name is Harvard Schumacher, named so because my parents want me to study at Harvard. I wrote nasty comments about you and I regret it so much. To demonstrate my remorse, I will chop off my fingers. Here, on livestream!”

The man wasn’t joking. He raised the cleaver and sliced his fingers off in one swift motion. The video wasn’t censored. It only briefly turned monochrome as blood spurted out from the grisly wound. The man screamed and rolled on the ground in agony. Moments later, he picked up his severed fingers and smiled creepily at the camera.

“Guys, am I sincere enough?”

Lilly was freaked out by the unsettling video. She threw her phone away out of fear.

Bettany heard the noise. She came into the room. “Are you all right, Lilly?”

“Grandma, I’m so scared.”

Lilly had seen many ghosts and spirits. Some even came without a head. But nothing scared her as much as humans.

“There, there, Lilly. I’m here.” Bettany patted Lilly’s back to comfort her.

Lilly spoke in a shaky voice. “Why do they do that? Their apologies are scary.”

Bettany sighed. “In this world, people do all sorts of things for money. Back in my day, we worked hard to earn money. But now, you just have to go viral to become rich. And that 15 minutes of fame was addictive. It pushes people to do something extreme to get another 15 minutes of fame. The cycle continues.”

“Are they still humans?” Lilly asked softly.

Bettany didn’t have an answer to Lilly’s simple question. For views and clicks, some worked hard and strived to produce better videos. But some took the shortcut and relied on shock values. The illusion of popularity was as addictive as drugs. It polluted and twisted their minds until they became slaves for money.

“Go to sleep now,” Bettany looked at Lilly affectionately. “And no more phone for you.”

Lilly surrendered her phone obediently. After Lilly fell asleep, Bettany checked the video Lilly just watched. When she saw its gory content, she was shocked and mad. How could they put this on the internet? She then reported the video. If she came across another similar video again, she would not hesitate to do the same.

It was a cozy night. Several rundown bars in the affordable housing area were teeming with patrons. Above the hustle and bustle was the community apartments, one of which was called Caring Suite.

On the 4th floor, a fingerless man was scrolling on his phone frantically. He was none other than Harvard. Within 30 minutes, his video was viewed more than one million times and received 70,000 likes. But right before he could go viral, he received a notification. His video was taken down due to a violation of the platform’s rules and regulations.

Why? Why? Why? Harvard was furious. He did censor the gory part by putting on a monochrome filter. ARGH! Now, his viewership was gone!

Harvard checked other accounts. One copycat knelt on a durian husk. He got 100,000 followers. The streamer then started promoting durian. Judging from the sales he closed in the past two days, he just earned around 30 thousand dollars.

“F*ck those copycats,” cursed Harvard.

Another copycat knelt on ceramic shards and cried messily. He then started promoting all sorts of ceramic mugs, to great success.

“I did it better. I cut off my fingers!” uttered Harvard vehemently. “But I only have around 10,000 followers. That’s not fair.”

He felt high from his sudden surge in popularity. He needed to release another video before his audience hopped onto the next big thing. Suddenly, he came across a video entitled “Three-timer caught red-handed!”. It was from a bystander’s point of view, and Harvard saw Lilly.

“Yes!” An idea came to his mind. Harvard saved and edited the video heavily. He then gave it a title, Lilly Caught Red-Handed. SHE HAD THREE BOYFRIENDS?

That clickbaity title was sure to attract viewers. And as he expected, his follower count skyrocketed. Everyone was sharing and commenting on the video. Harvard was smart enough to insert an advertisement in it. And with high viewership, he was due to receive a huge payout.

“You’re a moneymaker, Lilly,” said Harvard greedily. Inside the dim room, Harvard’s wicked grin was reflected on his laptop screen.

The next day, Harvard woke up with bloodshot eyes. The first thing he did was check his phone.

“3,268 dollars in a day? Jesus!” Harvard jumped from his bed. “3,000 a day… That’s around 100,000 dollars per month.”

So why bother working nine to five anyway? Harvard immediately tendered his resignation notice.

Someone knocked on Harvard’s door impatiently. “Harvard! When are you going to pay the rent? You owe me several months of rent already.”

Outside the room, the portly landlady, Gemma Sullivan, was tapping her feet. She mumbled to herself, “This Harvard hasn’t paid his rent for six months. He either avoids me or pretends that he isn’t home. Am I going to get my rent today?”

Harvard lived in Apartment 404. It was facing the stairwell and was far away from the windows. His rent was 450 dollars per month. Six months of overdue rent amounted to 2,700 dollars in total, and factoring in the utility fees…

“You owe me 3,268 dollars in total, Harvard.”

Gemma knocked again, though she didn’t expect Harvard to respond. She knew how lazy Harvard was. And how bad he was with finance. Despite his mediocre income, he splurged it on cigarettes and video games.

Gemma sighed, just as Jean, who was on her shoulder, sneezed. All of a sudden, Gemma could hear scuffling noises from behind the door.

“Gimme a sec.”

The door to Apartment 404 flung open. Harvard, with his disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, groaned, “Will you get off my back? How much do you want?”

Gemma was surprised. Harvard was willing to pay up now? Today was a great day then.

“3,268 dollars in total,” replied Gemma.

Harvard was stunned to hear that number. It was exactly what he earned yesterday. Harvard took out his phone and wired Gemma the money reluctantly. Looking at his stuffy and lightless living quarter, he made a mental note to move out once he made more money.

Gemma scribbled something on her book. “If you’re staying, remember to pay your rent next month. You always disappear.”

Harvard rolled his eyes and slammed the door. He muttered to himself, “I’ll move into a high-end residential area once I’m rich.”

Gemma put her notebook into her grocery bag and stretched. “Done!”

As she descended the building, she saw a few elderly citizens hanging out with their grandchildren.

“Gemma, did you manage to collect the rent today?” One of them asked.

“Yes, I did.”

The senior group gasped. “Wow, what a miracle.”

“Right?” Gemma nodded enthusiastically. Noticing the gum she had been chewing had run out of flavor, she spat it out, and it magically landed in a garbage can.

“Hot damn.” Gemma was bewildered.

Due to the sweetness of the chewing gum, Gemma wanted to get some water. She then entered a convenience store.

“Got your rent?” The shopkeeper asked.

“Mhm.”

As water sloshed down Gemma’s throat, she looked at the bottle cap. Its message made her cough out the water she consumed.

“Please don’t tell me it says ‘Get one bottle for free’,” said the shopkeeper anxiously.

“No…”

“Thank goodness!” The shopkeeper was relieved. “For the past few days, your luck was so insane that you always got another bottle for free.”

Gemma smiled apologetically before showing the shopkeeper the bottle cap. “It says ‘Get 10 bottles for free’.”

The shopkeeper snatched the cap from Gemma’s hand and peered at it. Gemma was right. It said “Get 10 bottles for free”.

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