Misha, Contracts, and Debts Never Weigh You Down

This is an ancient and pristine land, dotted with mountains, streams, valleys, and forests.

A wild mist rose, and a black, fiery bird emerged from the mysterious valley, tearing through the clouds and flying at high speed.

While crossing a continuous mountain range, the mountain peak suddenly split open from the bottom, and a terrifying giant beast resembling a rock tortoise crawled out from the ground, roared, and stretched out its sharp claws to violently pull the strange bird down from the sky.

This is just the beginning.

After the giant rock turtle beast erupted, a giant dragon that had been lurking on the glacier rose up, spewing frost, and joined the battle.

The forest pulsed, and ancient tree-like beings, reaching for the sky, rose from the ground, releasing countless python-like vines.

Whether it was a rock turtle, a giant dragon, or a treant, their only target was the black, fiery bird.

This was a premeditated ambush. Three giant beasts surrounded the black bird, and the four beasts fought fiercely. The earth shattered, the river stopped flowing, and the forest melted. Even though the black bird was exceptionally powerful and far stronger than any of the three giant beasts, it gradually lost ground and fell into a disadvantageous position under the combined attack of the three.

Just then.

"Doo-ooh—"

A clear and resolute voice, like heavenly music, descended from the clouds, accompanied by a complex, flame-like luminous totem.

The totem merged into the body of the black monster bird, and the originally weak black monster bird immediately surged in power, spewing out pure black flames that directly engulfed and devoured the three giant beasts in front of it.

The three giant beasts turned to ashes amidst their unwilling howls, but left no remains. Instead, they transformed into three exquisite cards, each engraved with a "Giant Turtle," "Ice Dragon," and "Ancient Tree Man" image, which rose into the air and ascended into the clouds.

In the end, it fell into the hands of three different people.

It turns out that all of this was just happening on a specially made sand table, and the four savage beasts fighting fiercely were just small pieces on the sand table.

"Lost again"

The three wizards standing by the sand table were all young and outstanding in appearance, dressed in exquisite and gorgeous robes, and exuded a powerful aura belonging to the Level Four Dawn. Although they had a hint of dejection on their faces, they could not hide their extraordinary temperament as the chosen ones of Heaven's Chosen.

"Misha!"

Someone called out a name, filled with deep respect.

"In the entire Spirit Lake, or rather, the entire Destiny Empire, there is probably no other wizard whose mastery of the Demon Spirit Card surpasses yours."

"Besides Misha, who else could make such an ordinary [Black Domain Bird] card produce such a stunning effect?"

"Misha ..."

Misha! Misha! The three of them showered the same name with praise, their gazes all fixed on the same thing.

On the other side of the sand table, there was a dazzling young man.

The boy was handsome, with short hair that had a blue-gold gradient that flowed like mercury.

He wore the same magnificent blue and gold robe, with one foot casually resting on the wide, towering metal chair.

He seemed to possess a radiant aura, exuding confidence and high spirits, with the qualities of a natural leader. Wherever he went, he became the focus of attention.

"It's just a game to kill time when you're bored; there's no question of any skill or expertise involved."

The boy reclined lazily in his chair and said casually, "But to play well, you still need a little skill, hard work, and..."

The boy gently tapped his temple with his finger.

"Brain".

The smiles on the faces of the three young wizards froze, and they showed a hint of embarrassment.

"Alright."

The young man stood up from his seat, his robes fluttering slightly. The sand table was recast, and the arrogant cry of the Black Domain Bird echoed through the mist.

"Play one more round with me."

The young man looked down at the three of them, a slight smile playing on his lips, and chuckled, "This time, I'll give you three a break over the hourglass."

The three nodded, and just as they summoned their own Demon Spirit Card decks and placed them on the sand table, someone appeared, quickly walked to their side, and whispered to the boy, "Misha, Sky Weaver Sindison has arrived."

"Oh?"

The young man's eyes flickered slightly. He gently raised his hand, signaling the other three to put away the sand table, and said calmly, "Let him in."

"Yes."

A moment later, a middle-aged man in a dark blue robe with an indifferent demeanor appeared in the space.

"Sindison, you should really go to the dark side and become a 'Cuter.' I've never seen an 'agent' as efficient and decisive as you."

Misha, sitting upright in the metal chair, laughed as he spoke to the newcomer. He was like a young king, his flowing blue-gold hair serving as his crown, exuding the aura of a natural leader.

Misha raised his right hand, and a small Space Ring spun in his palm.

"Show me the proof that he killed that man, and I'll pay you the rest of the reward right now."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then shook his head. "I didn't kill him."

Misha's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

"Then what are you doing back here? Don't tell me that you, a level four late-stage Sky Weaver Dawn, can't handle a level three character with a soul aptitude of only three stars?"

Misha gripped the ring in her hand and let out a cold snort.

"His combat strength is not weak; it is comparable to that of a true Dawn Wizard."

It took me quite a bit of effort to get it down.

The middle-aged man replied expressionlessly, "I came back for some other reasons."

"Other reasons?"

Misha frowned slightly, and then the middle-aged man took out a few items and slowly began to speak.

As the middle-aged man narrated, Misha's expression gradually became strange, until finally, only some blue-gold light could be seen rapidly flowing in his eyes.

"Did he really say that?"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, Misha, who was sitting in the chair, slowly began to speak.

"I brought the Soul Contract he personally wrote; take a look for yourself."

The middle-aged man casually tossed a parchment scroll toward Misha.

The parchment scroll unfurled automatically in mid-air, and finally, as Misha drew near, it spontaneously combusted without wind, leaving behind a series of fierce, scorching marks in the void.

Misha narrowed her eyes and read through each line of text, then glanced to the side and said calmly, "Zorn, I remember you have quite a bit of authority in the Spirit Contract Hall."

One of the three young wizards who had accompanied Misha in playing the Demon Spirit Card immediately understood his meaning and took out a fist-sized crystal ball from his Space Ring.

He stared at the crystal ball, chanting a specific incantation, his eyes rapidly scanning the surface of the crystal ball like turning the pages of a book.

After a moment, the young wizard raised his head, nodded and said, "That's right, the aura of soul power is exactly the same as the two contracts he signed when he entered the sect."

It was written by Ronan Damien himself.

Misha withdrew her gaze, narrowed her eyes, and looked past the Soul Contract in the void at the middle-aged man not far away.

"Sindison, you're willing to risk violating the agreement to inform him of my existence, and even come forward to act as a mouthpiece. It seems he's given you quite a bit of benefit."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man did not reply, but his eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly.

"The Soul Aura and the contract details are both fine, but..."

Misha reached up and stroked her smooth, sharp chin, thoughtfully saying, "There's something amiss about Ronan Damien's so readily offering of his loyalty and declaring complete submission to me."

"Of course, there are conditions."

The middle-aged man took out a Rune Stone and tossed it to Misha.

Misha caught it, her mental energy penetrating to investigate, her eyes flashing, and after a moment, she slowly nodded.

"That makes sense."

Misha casually tossed the Rune Stone to the three wizards beside her.

The three of them took turns reading it, and soon someone voiced their dissatisfaction.

"Who does he think he is, a mere Third Level Wizard? What gives him the right to ask us for so much?"

"These materials look like those needed to construct the Dawn Promotion Magic Array, but the resources required are far too many, exceeding the normal specifications by seven or eight times."

"It's normal to ask for a higher price when you're selling yourself."

Sitting at the head of the table, Misha lightly tapped the armrest of her chair with her fingertips and said calmly, "The bigger his appetite, the more at ease I am with him."

"Misha, you don't actually want to sign this contract, do you?"

A young wizard frowned and asked.

Why not?

Misha twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled to herself, "To be able to get an unprecedented ten-star rating in the knowledge test, even surpassing Juventus who has the Black Wizard King Bloodline, he must have some talents that ordinary people cannot reach. It would be too much of a waste to just suppress him like this. If he can be used by me, that would be the best."

Once Ronan Damien matures, my confidence in the Son of the Deep Sea will be even greater.

Moreover, I will be vying for the position of Spirit Lake Holy Son in the future, and my current strength is still insufficient."

Misha calmly raised a finger, using her own soul power as ink, and simply signed her name on the Soul Contract in front of her.

The contract was made, and all the words turned into flames and burned. Two butterfly-like ashes flew out from the flames, one disappearing into the void, and the other gently hiding in one of Misha's fingernails.

"However, his soul aptitude is indeed a major problem. His request for so many resources is probably to prepare for his advancement."

Misha thought for a moment, then quickly said to one of them, "Judging by the time, the Silent Corridor should be opening soon."

Set aside a spot for him, Zorn, and send him the resources along with it.

"Yes."

After explaining everything, Misha's gaze returned to Sindison once more.

He casually tossed the ring he had been clutching to the other person and said with a smile, "You did a great job this time, Sindison."

I'll contact you again if something similar happens next time.

Sindison gave a soft snort, put away the ring, and turned to leave.

Only after completely emerging from the Spirit Lake Secret Realm did a hint of disorientation appear on Sindison's usually icy face.

"It turned out to be exactly as he predicted."

In fact, the final agreement did not surprise Sindison much. After all, the conditions were there, and even if he were Misha, he would most likely have signed the contract.

What truly amazed Sindison was Ronan's behavior and decisions.

Despite possessing such terrifying combat power, capable of easily crushing him, a late-stage level four wizard, he so readily and easily surrendered his soul to Misha! "Either he concealed a trap within the contract that is difficult for ordinary people to detect, or he has special means to circumvent the conditions and constraints of the Soul Contract."

Thinking of the three strange Nail of the Soul deeply embedded in his body, Sindison felt that the second possibility was more likely.

But whichever the possibility, one thing he was certain of was that Misha, the "foolish" one who thought she was in control and signed a contract with him, was definitely going to be in trouble! "The true form of a tiger and leopard, but disguised as a sheep, with a mind as deep and unfathomable as Spirit Lake."

"That guy is probably just a little bit short of time, and he still has one more chance to soar to great heights."

Sindison muttered to himself, shook his head, and quickly left with a grim expression.

The guy said that he would naturally remove the restriction on the Nail of the Soul in the third month after the matter was completely settled. Three months was too long, and he didn't completely believe the other party's promise. Before that, he had to think of a way to see if he could remove the "nail" in his soul by his own means.

He never wanted to experience that kind of soul-deep pain again in his life.

Ronan flew calmly through the air amidst the rolling mountains.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, watching as a wisp of ash-like soul imprint slowly drifted down from the void before him, eventually merging into his body and gently landing on a beautiful Golden Ladybug within his Consciousness Space.

"The contract has been reached."

Ronan blinked, and at the same time, he also received a message from Sindison, Level Four Wizard of the Sky Weaver.

"Kid."

Alazan's cold voice echoed in my mind.

"I'll take your burden once again."

"Debt is no burden, my dear Alazan."

Ronan casually remarked, "This kind of contract has absolutely no impact on you."