My Players Are So Fierce

1470: 495.

Rift Sky Seat!

It’s your call!

Let’s go!_2

1470: 495.

Rift Sky Seat!

It’s your call!

Let’s go!_2

He simply replied:

“I have confirmed this in our previous conversation: Mannis needs me more at this stage than I need it.

To put it bluntly, the bait it’s thrown out can only work on the assumption that I still retain my humanity.

If I decide to forsake my humanity, it means Mannis has no cards left to play.

In this case, I am clearly the stronger party.

Besides, the contract may look grandiose, but it doesn’t actually go beyond the definition of ‘equality.’ If you read it all the way through, you’ll find I have no intention of turning Mannis into my loyal dog.

Not necessary at all!

All efforts by the weak to constrain the strong with schemes and tricks will end in vain, earning themselves a pitiable invitation to Hell.

The weak should have the awareness of their weakness.

To maintain equality is already very good for me.”

“It is the Time Snake, Triss, it only takes a second to read and understand all this, so don’t worry about it getting furious.”

“I’m just doing this for self-protection.”

“Alright.”

Triss rolled up the “Devil’s Whisper” scroll in her hand, and when she saw Murphy begin setting up the summoning ritual, she reminded him:

“Once you complete the pact with Mannis, it means you’ll find yourself in the same predicament as your apprentice.

The pact’s power from a Star Realm Demigod of Mannis’ level will occupy most of your summoning slots, meaning you’ll hardly be able to form another pact with Star World Creatures before reaching the Golden Tier.

The worst part is the stable dimensional barrier between the material world and the Star Realm makes it impossible to summon Mannis directly into battle in most cases.

Your path as a Summoner will be temporarily disabled.”

“Isn’t that better?”

Murphy made a relieved quip, then shrugged under Triss’ death-glare and continued:

“What I mean is, the huge price I’m willing to pay will surely bring a commensurate return.

My apprentice, for instance, has lost the right to summon Star World Creatures before reaching the silver tier, but he’s raised his Scorpion Lion well.

It’s already stepping into the threshold of a giant creature, allowing its lethality to fully unfold.

Despite his low-profile behavior and his tendency to wander around rather than fighting seriously, I guess his and his Scorpion Lion’s actual combat power would rank firmly in the top thirty amongst current players.

Considering his usual carefree demeanor, that’s quite impressive.

I believe His Excellency Mannis won’t let me suffer too great a loss.”

“Let’s hope so.”

Triss still had reservations about the imminent Star Realm pact, but she knew that when this matter escalated to the level concerning the lives of hundreds of thousands, it was not something she or Murphy could decide alone.

If Lord Paryen were to find out, he would surely press Murphy’s head down to make him complete the pact.

Rather than waiting for that awkward situation to arise, it would be better to be obedient now, to preserve a reputation of ‘pleading for the people’ while also enhancing the grand image of Sir Morphy in the eyes of the smaller players.

“I’m starting.”

Murphy took a deep breath and nodded to Triss.

Just like last night, Triss protected him during the ritual, only today outside the chamber were the fully armed Knight of Liwen and her best friend, the “Energetic Knight” Miss Biqi, who had come to join in the excitement.

The two were curiously peeking in from the outside.

The Knight of Liwen was holding a jade Magic Artifact ready to summon the power of the Star Realm Dragon at any moment, while Miss Biqi looked on with curiosity, as she had never witnessed the display of the Half-god of Star Realm’s power.

Well, 99% of people in this world would probably never have the honor to witness such a scene.

As Murphy performed the summoning ritual from the night before, Mannis, already waiting in the Star Realm, swiftly responded to the call of the material world.

The Endless One seemed confident of victory, emitting a laugh that no snake could possibly make, and said to Murphy:

“Come on, my dear vampire, I can’t wait to obtain my thirteenth contractee.”

“May I be so bold as to inquire about the fate of the previous twelve ‘predecessors’?”

Murphy quipped, and the Endless One huffed, replying:

“You may not!

I’ll only tell you that they couldn’t withstand the favor and affection of the Endless One, too foolish and arrogant they were.

Even the best performing among them couldn’t last a month under the siege of the Dragon Emperor’s jade army.

Ah, in Ao’s human territory, a wretch like me is doomed to never stand out.

But Transylvania is different; it’s a land rife with vendettas and intrigue.

I think I’ll like and enjoy the time I spend here.

Now, set down your warhammer in hand, and bring out your contract…”

“Huh?”

Murphy glanced at what Mannis had called a “warhammer,” shrugged, lifted the object, and said:

“This is the contract, though there’s no problem with you calling it my ‘warhammer.’”

“!!!!”

Mannis, who had seen many great events, was shocked.

It took several seconds for it to confirm Murphy was not joking, and then, as Triss had predicted, it burst into rage and shouted:

“No, this isn’t a contract!

It’s just damnable shackles; you, a presumptuous mortal, dare to try and exploit the great Mannis this way.

Ah, I’ll eat you!

Then I’ll turn you into stinking dung and throw you into the most pitiful of temporal maelstroms.”