"What do you mean, an abnormal situation?!"
Li Huang'er grasped the point with precision.
"If you are willing to fight for me, you can sign a contract with me. My contract is an authority of the root source and can resist this corrective force. But the price is that if I die, you will perish as well."
Zhao Cheng spoke bluntly.
His contract was still perfectly proper. It would not brainwash someone after forming a contract with them, making them fall hopelessly and utterly in love with him.
In essence, his contract was closer to the covenant between gods and mortals that deities made with their followers.
Like those warriors who had been valiant and battle-hardened in life, then signed contracts with gods after death and entered Valhalla.
It was merely because of the King of Light that his contracts feminized males.
Precisely because it did not brainwash people, he had previously considered having Zhou Yu help him if there was truly no other way.
Otherwise, the moment they signed a contract, Zhou Yu would fall hopelessly and utterly in love with him. That would be rather terrifying.
In fact, having awakened such an ability, Zhao Cheng's proper path should have been to establish an order, select gifted individuals firm in their convictions and willing to follow his path, much like the God of Light's holy warriors.
But at present, he had strayed somewhat from the path. A perfectly good divine-mortal covenant had been turned by him into a rich-lady conquest plan.
The main issue was the urgency of time. He did not have enough time to slowly select people, gradually lay out his plans, guide them step by step, and cultivate teammates. He could only take this demonic path—for the future, he could only sweet-talk whoever he could.
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