Fate was made up of all kinds of choices. Unless you experienced them yourself, you would never know what the outcome would be.
And Morgans's choice had led to his current predicament.
If time could be turned back, Morgans swore he would never again risk his life to investigate any information.
By this point, how could Morgans not know that he had been toyed with and thoroughly plotted against from the very beginning?
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world. Morgans could only resign himself to his fate.
When Ouroboros sent the Contract into Morgans's mind again, this time, a miniature Ink Snake smoothly appeared on Morgans's shoulder before vanishing.
"Welcome aboard, Morgans." Dawn walked up to Morgans and extended his right hand. "From now on, you're one of us."
"Heh... hehehe..." Morgans forced a smile and extended his hand as well. "Please take care of me from now on..."
Seeing Morgans's strained expression, Dawn naturally knew what he was thinking. He patted Morgans on the shoulder and smiled. "Don't look like you're about to die. As long as you work for me, I won't treat you like a slave. After all, I'm not some devil."
You are the devil!! You actually set me up!! Morgans roared inwardly, yet he still had to put on a grateful expression.
"Don't worry. Even after signing the Contract, I won't exploit you like a slave."
Dawn patted Morgans on the shoulder. "The Contract is strict because it prevents you from developing unnecessary thoughts, but as long as you work properly, it's really no different from joining a faction.
And your position means you cannot lean toward any side. I won't expose you either.
You only need to provide us with intelligence and whatever resources you can offer. In the future,