But the moment Han Yuchen stepped through the door, he sensed it.
That rotten aura he loathed, the aura of one of Solonsen's lackeys—its source was this shadowy figure!
"Chen Xing."
The shadow spoke.
His voice was hoarse and chilling, like two rusty sheets of iron scraping together.
"Your power is very unusual."
"I watched every one of your battles at the Soul Fighting Arena."
Here it came—the main point.
Han Yuchen pretended to be affected by the drug. His body swayed slightly as he leaned against the doorframe.
His eyes grew unfocused, and his voice became slurred.
"Power... is just power..."
"As long as you can win..."
Oscar owed me a little golden statue.
This acting was so good, even I believed it.
The shadow seemed highly satisfied with his condition.
A genius with a clouded mind was far easier to control than one with a clear head.
He let out a low laugh, like the shriek of a night owl.
"Well said. Power is everything."
"This world is sick."
The shadow's voice suddenly took on a seductive tone.
"Those so-called 'gods' who stand above us bind us with hypocritical order and rules."
"They enjoy faith, yet grant us shackles."
"This is unfair."
"Join us, Chen Xing."
He extended an olive branch.
"Join the Shadow Contract."
"We will grant you greater power—the power to break free from your shackles."
"Together, we will stand at the pinnacle of this world and judge those hypocritical 'gods'!"
Selling dreams, running a pyramid scheme.
Same old routine.
But Shadow Contract?
At last, I knew what this rat organization was called.
As though the words "judge the gods" had stirred him, a flash of fervor passed through Han Yuchen's eyes before swiftly giving way to confusion.
He murmured, "Judge... the gods?"
"Very good."
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