After closing the Book of Cnosaeus, Tang Qi fell into brief thought, taking the opportunity to dispel the negative state of exhaustion.
Throughout the process, Tang Qi's "Exclusive Customer Service," Ancient One Marx, remained exceptionally patient, showing no intention of urging him.
At her side was a strange sight.
Beckfast's Chair, whose essence was that of a "shadow lifeform," was reading a transaction contract in the form of a humanoid black chair.
Though it had conjured many pitch-black hands and was rapidly flipping through the pages, it clearly could not finish reading the contract anytime soon.
Still, that did not affect Tang Qi's communication with it in his mind. Fuck carried out its task while reporting its progress to its master.
Unsurprisingly, Fuck's voice carried an obvious sobbing tone.
"Master, does Fuck really have to do such boring work? Finding loopholes in contracts and exploiting them is what you're best at, isn't it? Fuck is powerless in this regard."
"And, Master, I regret to inform you that since records began, no one has ever deceived 'Everything Can Be Sold.'"
"How about you just give up, Master?"
Tang Qi was not surprised by Fuck's report. In truth, he had already prepared himself to gain nothing.
The so-called "gift" brought out by Ancient One Marx was indeed extremely tempting. If he could obtain it, Tang Qi would surely have to say, "It smells so good."
But the problem was that this contract partner was completely different from all his previous ones.
His most formidable achievement in this regard remained that particular case.
Before the eyes of the Federation's Mystic Side and the gods, Tang Qi had coaxed Lord of Light into signing a holy covenant to forgive all living beings.
From that day onward, the title "Deceiver of Gods" had completely overshadowed