Chapter 220: Chapter 191 Eternal Damnation Walker Chapter 220: Chapter 191 Eternal Damnation Walker “I do not like to speak of ‘revenge’, ‘grudges’, ‘hatred.’ Only cowards embellish their incompetence with literary decoration and deconstruct their rage with words… But I am now a Necromancer from the Exotic Realm, with no past and no future. Corpses are not only my material but also my destiny.”
The Necromancer spoke coldly, “I don’t care about any long-term benefits, my mood is the only standard for my actions.”
“Clearly, from your daily consumption of moon candy, it’s evident you only intend to lead a short life,” Igula raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to take revenge on Hanna?”
“Maybe,” Harvey chewed thoughtfully, his fingers munching on his knuckles. “It largely depends on how I feel at the time. If I truly run out of candy, then just a hint of resentment might ignite my Ice Cold Flowing Fire… By the way, the night I left Shattered Lake Prison, I swore that anyone who aspired to be my boss, I would turn into a cute subordinate that I liked.”
“I say these things not to invite you to join my revenge plan 100 days in advance, but to hope that you can at least stand by when the time comes. I don’t want to fight with you, not only because it’s troublesome but also… I really don’t want to.”
Ash blinked, “Honestly, I’m a bit touched by that, especially since the first thing you discussed when we met was how my death spots could look nicer…”
Speaking of this roused Harvey from his drowsiness: “If you let me prepare a bit, I promise that whenever you die, beautiful black roses will grow all over your body…”
“Don’t worry, Necromancer,” Igula responded coldly. “I won’t oppose you, but I’m also not joining your foolish revenge. I admit I still harbor resentment, but if Hanna makes sufficient amends in the coming days, I might be able to let go of this ‘minor discord.'”
“After all, mood is the most unreliable thing. Even foes who once gritted their teeth in hatred can become…” Igula paused, suddenly changing the subject: “Speaking of which, Harvey, aren’t you afraid this room is bugged? Hanna might have already heard your declaration of revenge.”
“Ah, right, it’s over.” Harvey slapped his forehead. “It seems I really have had too much moon candy…”
“And you?” Igula turned to Ash. “Do you want to take revenge on Hanna?”
“You know it might be bugged, yet you tempt me to speak ill behind someone’s back?” Ash retorted, but tilting his head, he pondered, “To be honest, I’m more curious than vengeful.”
“Curious about how she’ll use us,” Ash said. “Being a chess player surely means controlling one’s own fate, but if one can only be a pawn, isn’t it also possible to admire the gambits of the players up close?”
“But first she sold you to the Four Pillars God Sect, then tricked you into signing a slave Contract. Don’t you bear any grudge?”
“There might be some resentment, but it dissipated quite a bit when the housekeeper bought me boxer shorts earlier,” Ash sighed. “I’m actually a very weak-willed, honest person who can easily be bought by kindness. I’m worried now that Hanna might try to entrap me with a honey trap…”
Igula chuckled, “If Fernand heard you calling yourself honest, she might be furious enough to climb out of the sixth layer of Hell.”
“So, are you not planning on taking revenge?” Harvey asked.
“If I were really to seek revenge, it wouldn’t be for the resentment of day one,” Ash gazed out at the neon night scene. “It would be for the accumulated disappointment of the following 101 days.”
“As for that Contract, I’m not so concerned about it.”
Ash turned his head towards them, “Do you really think a mere Contract can restrain me?”
Hearing such an arrogant and defiant statement, Igula instinctively wanted to retort with a couple of mocking remarks, but seeing Ash’s face, half in light and half in shadow, he found himself at a loss for words, as if overpowered.
Was it because of the persuasive power brought by this cult leader’s past experience?
Was it because this escapee possessed a strength that people couldn’t ignore?
Or was it because… he had deeply realized that this man named Ash Heath was the most terrifying one among them?
Beneath that human skin, the malevolent nature wrapped up would become a wind that sweeps everything, swaying the windmill named disaster—
“I’m a national-level retreat drummer master, a professional idler, an annual customer of the company restroom, a platinum-salary thief. I’m not good at working, but I’m the best at taking a dump,” Ash said leisurely, “Relying on a contract to make me work, you’re really underestimating me.”
“…” Igula lightly slapped himself.
“But Ash, aside from the 101-day contract, you also have a lifelong contract with that little girl,” Harvey reminded, “Are you prepared to be a dad yet?”
Speaking of this, Ash’s face darkened—by then he knew very well why the little girl Liss had approached him, precisely because she saw that he was soft-hearted, and that’s why she boldly made those two outrageous vows.
Had it been Hanna or Igula, those who grew up eating bread soaked in human blood, they would never have signed such an absurd tyrant contract. It was only Ash, who was used to being exploited by unscrupulous businesses with their ruthless contracts, who was momentarily tricked by her cuteness and didn’t catch on fast enough, resulting in him being thoroughly trapped.
The reason Hanna was willing to let Ash sign a contract with Liss was that she didn’t want to carry two additional burdens. Although she could restrict Liss from making excessive demands, naturally, the fewer promises in a contract, the better.
Igula looked at Harvey strangely, “Don’t you know what ‘dad’ implies?”
“I do,” Harvey shrugged, “but isn’t it fun to tease Ash with it?”
Watching Ash’s frustrated expression, Igula coughed and casually said, “The contract system here is different from the Blood Moon’s, but Hanna wouldn’t use any particularly grand ritual either, at most it would only bind a Two-winged Mage. If I had some time to study it, perhaps I could—”
The housekeeper boy opened the door and politely said, “Miss invites you to discuss in the hall. If you prefer to rest tonight, we can delay it until tomorrow.”
“I don’t know whether I’m going to have to sell my body or soul next, I definitely can’t sleep,” Igula said coldly, “Lead the way.”
He thought it over and decided not to make any light promises to Ash just yet—Swindler’s sixth rule, don’t reveal your hand before success.
Unless it’s a client you want to deceive, don’t casually offer hope.
Following the housekeeper, Ash wasn’t thinking about his fate ahead.
The reason he quickly accepted his new identity, willing to accept Hanna’s temporary leadership, was not only because of the traditional coping skill ‘since I’m already here,’ but also because he suddenly had a strange profession—
“Profession: Eternal Damnation Walker/Social Layabout”
“Professional characteristics: Normal status luck check +5, critical moment luck check -50, more likely to trigger mysterious events, more prone to complications, more exposed to Fate’s gaze, more prone to great failures. Technique Spirit’s appetite decreases, feeding requirement reduces by 50%.”