Contract Beast

Bang!

With a heavy muffled thud, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's bodies trembled. Their legs suddenly buckled, and they fell heavily to the ground.

Their foreheads struck the hard obsidian floor with a dull sound, pressed tightly against it until fine wounds formed from the friction. Threads of blood slowly seeped out, mixed with dust, leaving them looking miserable and terrified.

"We were rash and foolish, crude in our conduct, and offended young friend Qin. We beg for your forgiveness!"

"We misunderstood His Holiness the Pope's intentions and acted on our own. It was absolutely not the Pope's intention!"

Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo apologized in terrified, earnest voices, their postures incomparably humble as they perfectly played along with Bibi Dong's script.

For a moment, the atmosphere within the Papal Palace was brought to exactly the right point.

Bibi Dong's gaze immediately softened. Looking down from above, her tone carried just the right amount of apology and gentleness.

"Young friend Qin Moyu, please forgive me. I failed to discipline my subordinates properly and allowed those two to act rashly. You have been wronged."

Bibi Dong spoke gently.

She looked at Qin Moyu in the center of the hall, the very image of a fair and magnanimous superior who cared for the younger generation.

She performed the entire act with heartfelt sincerity, without a single flaw.

Unfortunately, the audience below had seen through every scheme from the very beginning.

Qin Moyu stood quietly in the middle of the great hall, watching this hypocritical performance as the last trace of patience in his eyes was completely exhausted.

"The show is over."

The smile in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by icy indifference.

"Bibi Dong..."

Qin Moyu raised his eyes and looked directly at Bibi Dong on her high seat. "If I'm not mistaken, you also have a Diary Copy, don't you?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Bibi Dong's body stiffened on the papal throne, and her cold, proud eyes changed dramatically.

After a brief moment of astonishment, she swiftly steadied herself. The suspicion in her eyes faded, replaced by a hint of mockery.

"So what if I do? So what if I don't?"

Bibi Dong's voice was cold, filled with condescending ridicule. "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Qin Moyu, I thought you were someone who understood the situation and could recognize opportunity. Apparently, I was wrong."

With a probing look in her eyes, Bibi Dong watched the bound Qin Moyu with an amused expression. "I'm very curious. You are clearly trapped in a hopeless situation, so what gives you the nerve to tear off all pretense with me?"

In her eyes, Qin Moyu was merely a prisoner bound by Soul Power shackles, entirely at her mercy...

Seeing how certain she was that she controlled everything, Qin Moyu only found it absurd.

"I'm curious. What made you come looking for me?" Qin Moyu asked in confusion.

The moment those words came out, they instantly stung the high and mighty Bibi Dong. Fury flared in her eyes as cold Soul Power surged around her, her killing intent awe-inspiring.

"Since you are about to die, there is no harm in telling you."

Bibi Dong's eyes abruptly turned feverish. "If you hadn't insulted my Xiao Gang, perhaps I might have considered sparing your life..."

That was a lie.

In truth, even if Qin Moyu had not turned against her and had instead chosen to join Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong would still have discarded him without hesitation once his usefulness was exhausted. There would have been no mercy whatsoever.

"That's it? All because of that useless Yu Xiaogang?"

Qin Moyu's eyes were filled with speechless disbelief, his tone carrying deep confusion.

"Shut up! What right do you have to insult my Xiao Gang?!"

Bibi Dong instantly flew into a rage. The vast pressure of her Soul Power erupted, making the entire Papal Palace tremble as chilling killing intent swept through the hall.

Her eyes were crazed and obsessive, every word seeming to bleed with grief as her sickness was laid bare.

"Not just you! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Heaven Dou Empire..."

"Everyone who ever looked down on, insulted, or slandered Xiao Gang must die!"

"Those who stood by and did nothing, who never reached out to help Xiao Gang, were accomplices through their silence! Their sins are equally grave, and none of them can be forgiven!"

"To be honest, I should thank you. So after becoming a god, one can bring their family to the God Realm."

She slowly raised her eyes, sweeping her gaze across the vast and imposing Papal Palace. There was not the slightest pity for human lives in her eyes, only resentment accumulated over half a lifetime.

"Since the person I hold dearest has suffered the world's cold stares, mockery, and betrayal, then this cold, heartless Douluo Continent, incapable of distinguishing good from evil, has no need to exist."

Qin Moyu stood silently in place, momentarily at a loss for words.

With the mindset of a normal person, it was difficult for him to understand Bibi Dong's twisted, pathological state of mind.

So this was why Bibi Dong would later ascend as the Rakshasa God, establish the Spirit Hall Empire, and launch a war?

It was not because she wanted to rule the world, nor for the sake of her own ambitions, but simply because someone on this continent had insulted Yu Xiaogang, while others had watched coldly without ever helping Yu Xiaogang?

Qin Moyu gently shook his head, leaving only coldness in his eyes.

Pathetic, laughable, and hateful.

Qin Moyu said no more. The authority of Finality awakened, drawing upon the power of the future to empower himself.

In an instant, Qin Moyu quietly released his second martial soul, the Herrscher of Sentience Divine Core. Nine scarlet Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet!

This was an inevitable future anchored by the authority of Finality.

It also meant that one day in the future, Qin Moyu was destined to awaken his second martial soul, the Herrscher of Sentience Divine Core, with nine hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings...

"Herrscher of Sentience, all systems functioning normally."

"God grants me wings. I command the hearts of all beings, invert dreams and reality, and crown myself king of the mind!"

"Herrscher of Sentience! Ninth Soul Skill—Eternal Kaleidoscope!" Qin Moyu's eyes turned cold and sharp.

Immediately afterward, the mental power of the martial soul Herrscher of Sentience Divine Core erupted.

An invisible, colorless torrent of mental power forcibly invaded Bibi Dong's sea of consciousness with crushing force.

Bibi Dong, trapped within the illusion, noticed nothing and remained immersed in the beautiful dream she had woven for herself.

She dreamed that she had successfully ascended to the position of Rakshasa God, destroyed the Douluo Continent, and personally slaughtered everyone in the world for Yu Xiaogang. No one dared defy her.

Her obsessive fixation had been fulfilled, and every pathological wish had come true. She was hopelessly immersed in this false dream of supreme glory.

But in reality...

Qin Moyu stepped forward, slowly crossing the jade-smooth floor of the grand hall as he walked toward the papal throne.

Above his palm floated a brightly flashing device known as the Thought Imprint, capable of rewriting one's thoughts.

Then, an invisible conviction pierced through Bibi Dong's forehead and reached the deepest part of her soul.

There was no brutal alteration of memories, nor any distortion of her original personality. It merely branded an unshakable belief into Bibi Dong's convictions.

—Absolute loyalty to Qin Moyu.

No matter what happened in the future, even if she betrayed Spirit Hall and betrayed the entire world, this absolute loyalty rooted in her soul would never waver...

A moment later, the dim glow gradually faded, and the Thought Imprint device fell silent.

Bibi Dong's rigid body trembled slightly. The madness in her eyes gradually receded, replaced by heartfelt loyalty.

The papal majesty that had once looked down upon the world, cold and proud, completely vanished. From this moment onward, there would be no more of that obsessive and ruthless Pope of Spirit Hall, driven mad by love...

"Strange. The Rakshasa God is just watching me so calmly?"

Qin Moyu looked puzzled, his gaze uncertain as he watched Bibi Dong prostrate herself on the ground.

He had not expected that merely planting the conviction of loyalty into Bibi Dong's mind would make her interpret loyalty through such a humble, prostrate posture.

That humble posture really did resemble a contract beast...

Sure enough, one's nature was difficult to change.

No wonder she was a woman who, after becoming the Rakshasa God in the future, would rather abandon her own dignity and willingly become Yu Xiaogang's concubine.

Even though the object of her loyalty had changed, that love-addled instinct to bow her head for love remained unchanged...

And from beginning to end, the Rakshasa God never appeared.

She was, after all, its chosen divine inheritor. It could not possibly abandon her just like that, could it?

Qin Moyu slightly raised an eyebrow.

But on second thought, it seemed the Rakshasa God had never regarded Bibi Dong as an inheritor.

Other than a cold Rakshasa Scythe, it had never granted her rewards such as God-bestowed Spirit Rings or increases to her Soul Ring age.

Qin Moyu gently shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

At the same time, high above the distant Douluo Plane, within the Rakshasa God Temple of the God Realm.

The deathly silent, sinister temple was desolate. Deeply embedded in the ground was a completely black Rakshasa Scythe, its faint glow cold and eerie.

But the master of that divine weapon, the Rakshasa God who presided over the temple, had long since lost all ability to resist and silently perished...