"You're my master?" Rogue's expression immediately turned ugly. "Then doesn't that still make me a slave?"
"No, I think you've misunderstood something." Aaron rubbed his temples and patiently explained, "You can think of it as selling yourself to the Gaius Group. You'll have to work for me, your boss, for the rest of your life.
"But I guarantee on my honor that the Gaius Group has an absolutely bright future—millions of times better than Mutants who might be wiped out at any moment.
"Besides, I value and respect my subordinates very much. At the very least, compared to those so-called capitalists, I'm considered one of the conscientious ones in this industry.
"Most importantly, I don't casually lay people off. As long as you join the Gaius Group, it'll be like getting an iron rice bowl. You'll have more than enough security for the rest of your life."
"Even if you put it that way, I still..."
"Don't be hasty." Aaron calmly interrupted her, then took out a sheet of parchment from his Spatial Ring. "I prepared this contract last night. Read it first, then we'll talk."
Rogue took the contract uneasily and began reading it carefully, afraid of missing some "supplementary clause."
The contract's requirements for Party A were simple: provide Party B with magic power, suppress the flaws of her mutant ability, and allow Party B to live normally.
But the requirements for Party B filled an entire list, and merely the first clause nearly broke her mentality.
"If I sign this contract, my body and Soul Stone will both belong to you?"
"That's right. Even if you die someday, your Soul Stone will still be mine. Neither Heaven nor Hell has the right to accept a Soul Stone that already has an owner."
"That's ridiculous." Rogue found it