Chen Lin would never agree to serve as someone's slave for ten thousand years.
But he could not bear to part with ten thousand merit points, either.
If he were exchanging them for a treasure, that would naturally be fine.
But spending them on something like this would be far too wasteful!
Yet aside from merit points, Chen Lin could think of nothing else he possessed that could counteract the Gold-Grade Document.
The Death-Exemption Gold Medal was merely an item from Fairytale Town. It could not contend with a treasure like the Competition Token, whose reach covered the entire Nightmare Realm. Besides, the medal's grade did not exceed gold grade.
"Hmph! Too afraid to compete? Then become my servant!"
When Zhang Dayou saw that Chen Lin did not respond, he immediately snorted, his voice thick with contempt.
"Heh, why would I be afraid? Then let me see just how skilled the Golden Head Chef of the Nine-Nine Restaurant really is!"
After weighing his options, Chen Lin decided to accept the challenge.
He happened to have a little over fifty thousand merit points left. Even without using his one and only exemption as a Viscount, he could still leave safely after losing.
Since that was the case, he might as well take a gamble.
Perhaps he could acquire a powerful servant.
Otherwise, he truly could not stomach handing over ten thousand merit points for nothing.
Given his usual approach, paying ten thousand merit points outright to avoid trouble was the best choice. But it was too stifling. He feared that if he kept yielding at every turn, he would eventually lose his drive to forge ahead, to the detriment of his cultivation.
He could be careful and cautious, but he could not lose his edge.
"Good. At least you have some