"This is the Judgment Eye Contract. You should know what it represents. If you have no objections to its terms... you may sign your name."
Standing in a "room" as vast as a large plaza yet utterly empty, the caster, most of his face concealed beneath his hood's shadow, coldly watched the youth before him. In his hand was a parchment contract covered in countless mysterious patterns.
There was no doubt that this contract was the Judgment Eye Contract Punk had just obtained.
However, the Judgment Eye Contract was no longer blank. Many neatly written clauses had appeared on it, their elegant Common Tongue script setting down one tyrannical provision after another, all entirely favorable to the Legendary Mage. The magical ink embedded in the parchment was as deep and somber as a bottomless black pool.
That was right—these clauses were outright tyrannical terms! For example, the first provision on the parchment read: "The contract signer Ganatica must devote all his efforts to protecting Punk-Sai'an's interests. Any betrayal born of subjective intent shall be considered a breach of contract."
In addition, there were the second and third clauses:
"Ganatica must obey Punk-Sai'an's orders unconditionally. Even when facing death, he may not retreat."
"Ganatica has the right to eliminate those he considers 'hypocrites,' but his actions must receive Punk-Sai'an's approval. Given sufficient reason, Punk-Sai'an may reject Ganatica's application for 'revenge.'"
"..."
All three clauses were complete slave terms. Once he signed this contract, Ganatica would become Punk's number-one enforcer. Calling such a contract a deed of servitude would not have been an exaggeration.
Yet, facing a contract filled with such shockingly unequal terms, the youthful avenger merely touched the ruby set in his right eye socket and showed no hesitation whatsoever. He took the parchment from Punk's hand without a moment's