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To everyone's surprise, this guy agreed without hesitation. This wasn't right, was it? What happened to your initial arrogance? Where was the restraint of the Eternal Unique, the First of the Four Fiends?
Little did they know, in the eyes of Chaotic, when it came to survival… dignity meant nothing!
Five minutes later, through mental communication, the Otherworldly Ink Pen slightly weakened the pressure of the Embalming Coffin Realm on Chaotic, allowing him to barely rise and complete the Soul Contract.
It was unclear how the Otherworldly Ink Pen controlled this force; at that moment, the rippling constraints of the Coffin Realm made Chaotic feel both suffocated and unable to break free, yet somehow still conscious. Could it possess some sort of sadistic attribute, managing everything with such precision?
At this point, they were in a valley that had been thrown into disarray by Chaotic's earlier madness. The scene was a complete mess, resembling something a dog had chewed up. Chaotic even wished he could find a crack in the ground to hide in. It had collapsed! The persona he had painstakingly built was utterly shattered!
"Stop looking around, asshole! Look me in the eyes!"
Standing opposite Chaotic, protected by others, Qian Mo loudly reminded him of this guy he hated so much… Fortunately, this guy was still relatively strong, and their master-servant relationship meant there would be plenty of time to deal with him later. So calling him an asshole felt quite satisfying!
"Little asshole? Who are you calling an asshole? I can’t even keep my eyes open looking at you!"
"Cough cough… Get with the spirit!"
After some effort, Qian Mo finally managed to make eye contact with the tightly shut-eyed Chaotic… on a deeper level.
He struggled against the chilling sensation that enveloped him after being stared at by Chaotic, as if his neck were being tightly constricted.
"The Boundary Induction is complete; the coffin door will open. With a Soulbearer entering this realm! From now on, your soul will imprint upon my eyes; the Embalming Coffin Realm shall be ruled by this soul!"
After a convoluted contract phrase, both parties experienced a peculiar sensation. At that moment, Chaotic seemed to merge with his own soul in Qian Mo's eyes; just like this Embalming Coffin Realm, he—Qian Mo—was the master!
In Chaotic's view, this Coffin Realm was an extension of his body, as if he had regained the physical form he lost when he died! However, before he could revel in this feeling or acknowledge his slight submission to this little asshole before him… let alone feel happy about it, he wanted to slap himself twice!
"Hmph, old bastard, let's work well together and get things done!"
"Hmph, little asshole, dream on! I want my pay!"
In the blink of an eye, seven years had passed…
Thousands of days and nights—neither long nor short.
Time… was just enough to change everything in the world!
For instance, turning a once-mighty Chaotic into a true “deadbeat otaku” obsessed with next month’s anime reboot!
Or transforming a genius Embalmer who swore never to use blood magic again out of fear of pain into someone with iron resolve who found it all too appealing.
The only things that hadn’t changed were Chaotic’s arrogant attitude and Qian Mo’s obsession with comparing attributes!
Unwaveringly standing in front of Bai Xu and Qian Mo, Chaotic declared that he would fight to the end for his source of funding to satisfy his hobbies!
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