Contract Failed, Forever Unable to Become a Contract Anomalist

She silently vowed that she would definitely become a powerful Contract Anomalist.

At least, they won't be unable to control the strangeness of their own contracts.

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The uproar subsided.

People began to worry about Zhao Hun, who had not made a move yet.

"He chose the Blood Robe level of the bizarre?"

"Why haven't they come out yet?"

It's almost been an hour.

Mr. G said that if the contract fails to be fulfilled after an hour, then the contract has failed.

Everyone was on tenterhooks.

He was worried about Zhao Hun, and also afraid that he would really fail. As a companion who came with him to make a strange contract, everyone else had succeeded, but he was the only one who failed.

Even if Zhao Hun has a cheerful and outgoing personality, wouldn't he feel guilty?

Amidst everyone's worries, what is Zhao Hun doing now?

He was having a beautiful dream.

In his dream, he was still an ordinary person who had accomplished nothing, a mediocre figure in the game streaming industry, earning a fixed signing fee and a pitiful amount of fan donations each month.

But one day, his live stream suddenly appeared on the homepage banner, and countless viewers flooded into his live stream, praising his skills and sending countless tips into his pocket.

Just as Zhao Hun was wondering what was going on, his father called him.

"Hey, son, you've grown up and your career is starting to take off. I'm very pleased. Since that's the case, I won't pretend anymore. I'll lay it all out: your dad is the richest man in Asia and owns a company that's among the world's top 500."

"Huh??? Dad, have you had too much to drink? Or are you joking with me?"

"Hey kid, I'm transferring this month's allowance to you. Work hard, and this whole company will be yours someday."

"Ding-dong! Ten million yuan has been deposited into your Taobao account."

Zhao Hun stared wide-eyed in disbelief, opening the software and repeatedly checking it several times. The string of zeros on his account indicated that it was all real.

Zhao Hun couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips. "Hahahaha, I'm the son of Asia's richest man. I was a second-generation rich kid?"

"Wow, my dad's pretty tight-lipped, I didn't even notice."

He received an ordinary education from childhood, lived in a decent but not great place, and could be considered a typical working-class family.

He used to have only 2,000 yuan a month for living expenses. Because he wasn't good at studying and was under too much pressure, he entered the workforce right after graduating from high school.

After facing setbacks everywhere, he chose to become a game streamer, but the money he earned each month was only enough to cover his own expenses.

He'd had enough of this miserable life!

Hahaha, he finally turned his life around and became a dragon!

Zhao Hun then transformed into a monkey on the spot and sang a Tarzan song for the viewers in the live broadcast room.

"Dude, you're so happy? You're singing all those songs from years ago."

"Haha, is this your first time being featured on the homepage?"

"This streamer sings really well."

"Isn't this a game streamer?"

"His gaming skills are pretty good, and he's good-looking too, it's just that I don't know why he wasn't popular before."

The live stream was filled with praise; there wasn't a single hater.

Zhao Hun was incredibly happy.

It even felt so beautiful it was almost unreal.

He slapped himself. Ouch! This wasn't a dream!

The live stream has ended.

The live stream earned them 100,000 yuan that day.

He finally couldn't help but burst into laughter, "I, Zhao Hun, have finally become a rich man!"

He was completely absorbed in it.

He started spending money extravagantly; he could spend hundreds of thousands on a single meal.

He bought luxury cars worth millions, booked out entire clubs, and spent money at various entertainment venues, squandering ten million in a short period of time.

As long as you ask your father for money, he will definitely give you what you want.

He enjoyed this wonderful life for a month.

A month later, he received another call, "Son, come to the hospital quickly, your mother has been hit by a car."

Zhao Hun's mind went blank for a moment; he didn't even know how he got to the hospital. When he came to his senses, he was already standing at the door of the operating room.

The doctor came out and had them sign a critical condition notice.

"Doctor, doctor, how is she?"

The doctor described the current injuries, explaining that because they were so severe, even with their best efforts, it was difficult to guarantee the patient's survival.

After signing your name.

Zhao Hun saw that his father's hair had turned white, and he seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant, even his straight back had become hunched.

After a while, the doctor came out again, shaking his head regretfully and saying, "Please accept my condolences. Prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."

Zhao Hun's father suddenly clutched his heart and collapsed to the ground, unable to bear the pain.

"Dad!"

Is this a beautiful dream?

Is this a nightmare?

Zhao Hun's mind went blank for a moment, and the surrounding sounds suddenly seemed very distant.

On this day, he lost his two most beloved family members.

The company then went bankrupt.

His live streaming career plummeted after he stopped broadcasting, and soon all his fans left.

He lost everything.

Zhao Hun wandered aimlessly down the street.

As he crossed the bridge, he saw the river water rippling below.

Without hesitation, he leaped into the air.

Mr. G opened the door and saw Zhao Hun lying on the ground, fast asleep. Unsurprised, he dragged the man out.

A monster existing only in dreams hovered in the room, its form ethereal and unpredictable.

All that could be seen were its dark purple pupils, which stared disdainfully at the person entering, like a higher-dimensional being.

Mr. G dragged the person out and closed the door.

The others quickly gathered around.

"Unfortunately, the contract has failed," Mr. G announced the verdict.

The others sighed, "Is he alright?"

If a contract fails, can it be renewed?

What are the negative consequences of a contract failure?

Should we take him for treatment?

Mr. G took out a treatment potion and injected it into Zhao Hun's neck.

"This medicine can only help heal his physical wounds from the backlash; the emotional damage is not so easy to heal."

"Unfortunately, the contract failed, so it cannot be renewed."

Everyone was startled.

If one cannot form a contract, then one cannot become Contract Anomalist?

How desperate would Zhao Hun be when he wakes up and learns this news?

Their faces fell, filled with sorrow for their companion.

Although there are ordinary people in the Anomaly Containment Association, only a minority of them are Contract Anomalist, but it is certain that only by becoming Contract Anomalist can one wield great power.

For Zhao Hun, who wanted to control his own death, this was somewhat cruel.

Must he watch his companions grow stronger one by one, leaving him far behind, while he can only gaze at their retreating figures, becoming just an ordinary clerk in the Anomaly Containment Association?

Although they wouldn't abandon him, watching his companions grow stronger while he himself would never have the chance to become stronger was too cruel.