Devouring I

Quinn Many's gaze swept rapidly over all the other heads. He wanted to find out which one was the extra head! But no matter how he looked, his other eight heads were exactly alike, without the slightest difference.

He had been born this way. Aside from the main head, all the remaining heads looked nearly identical. Many times, even he himself could not sort them out.

After searching for ages, he still could not tell which one was the extra head. Then, in a flash of inspiration, it struck him.

"Right!! Who was the one rushing to sign just now!?"

Quinn Many did not sign with his hands, but with his tongues. The tips of his tongues were far more nimble than fingers. By dipping one in a little of the slime on his body, he could use it as corrosive ink to write on a scroll.

The moment he thought of that, he immediately recalled the scroll he had signed earlier.

"Right, that scroll just now!!"

He suddenly sensed that something was wrong. A chill rose from the depths of his spine and spread throughout his body.

"I!"

"The contract is complete." A vast, hazy voice suddenly echoed up from the depths of Hell.

At the same time, an indescribable force from the void descended invisibly upon him. It was not suppressive, but binding and communicative.

Quinn Many froze. But when a new stream of information from the void flooded into his mind, his head seemed to explode the instant he saw it.

"I—I actually became a sacrificial offering of the contract!!!?"

His entire body went cold. Only then did he remember—the scroll from before, that scroll had definitely been tampered with!! "What's wrong? The contract has been established. We should be happy, shouldn't we? Why does every one