Enslavement and Sacrifice

Twenty minutes later, Russell drove home and immediately noticed a faint smell of blood as he opened the door. He turned on the living room light and saw Jennifer, who should have been nowhere to be seen, crouching on the stairs leading to the second floor.

Instead of crouching on the steps, Jennifer sat quietly on the wooden handrail of the stairs, like a black cat. Her hands were pressed against her feet, her head was slightly lowered, her long black hair covered most of her face, and her grinning mouth was full of blood.

The source of the bloody smell was Jennifer, who was covered in blood and had chilling silver eyes that were fixed on Russell, who was standing in the doorway.

Her eyes were extremely aggressive. Usually, Jennifer's eyes would only remind Russell of "spring has arrived, everything is coming back to life," but now, they were undisguised "hunger, carnivorousness," the eyes of a predator looking at its meal.

Russell picked up his two pistols and looked over defiantly. "Wow, Jennifer, is this really you?"

"Roar—"

With an indescribable roar, Jennifer made a sound that was not human as she leaped up the stairs and pounced on Russell.

Russell instinctively reached for his gun, but then remembered that he was in his own home and the loud noise of the Desert Eagle would attract the police, so he dodged to the side and avoided the lunge.

Given the uncertainty of the situation, Russell was not prepared to have much contact with the town's police. Putting aside whether the police would believe in the devil's rhetoric, the possibility that the police department had devil's henchmen was extremely high, and cooperating with them was too risky.

After missing her target, Jennifer landed on all fours and quickly sprang back up, lunging at Russell again. It was clear that she had an intense craving for Russell's flesh and blood, which might be directly related to Russell's Magic Power and the fact that his flesh and blood tasted better than that of ordinary people.

"Sizzle!"

The tearing sound of muscles snapping came from Jennifer, whose face was contorted, her jaws gaping open like a snake's snout as her cheek muscles were violently torn off.

Sharp fangs, a torn mouth, Bloodlust silver pupils—the town's hottest girl is now described as Evil Spirit.

Russell snorted coldly. He had felt a little sorry for Jennifer before, but now he had no scruples. He wrapped the blade of the Desert Eagle God with Magic Power and stabbed it fiercely at the wrist that was grabbing at him.

With a combination of slashing and hacking, half of her wrist was severed by the blade, with only some skin and flesh sticking it together. Jennifer cried out in pain and burst into a 100-meter sprint as she fled out the door.

Getting in was easy, but getting out would be difficult. Russell had no reason to let her go. He sped up and caught up in two steps, tripping her with a sweeping kick and slamming the butt of his gun heavily onto the back of her head.

Jennifer's body stiffened, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Russell retrieved nylon rope from the kitchen and tied Jennifer up. During this time, he discovered that Jennifer's injured wrist had completely healed.

"One or two of them Immortal Body, the devil is too generous..." Russell was a little troubled, and at the same time a little envious. If he were Immortal Body, he wouldn't need to be so careful, he would have been able to go wild long ago.

Envy is one thing, but making a deal with the devil is impossible, even with the temptation of Immortal Body.

Russell thought for a moment and then asked, "System, if I add points to the 'Body' attribute, will my self-healing ability be enhanced?"

"Uncle Luo, theoretically it's fine. Adding 'body' can prolong life and increase the number of cell divisions. Once it reaches a certain value, you will indeed gain a recovery ability far beyond that of ordinary people, because you have enough lifespan to support the consumption."

"Can one be reborn from a drop of blood?"

"Cannot!"

"What if he doesn't die from a headshot?"

"No, not either!"

"Limbs regenerating... Fine, I got it, get lost!"

The system didn't roll away, but instead said with a fawning smile, "Uncle Luo, since you've set your sights on mages, I have to remind you that adding 'Intelligence' attribute points is the right way for mages. As long as your Magic Power and casting speed increase, enemies won't be able to harm you at all, and they won't even be able to break your shield. So what you're doing now is putting the cart before the horse."

Russell scoffed. "That's outdated. Those mages you mentioned are obsolete. Nowadays, mages use two-handed greatswords and rely on their strength to overwhelm warriors."

After saying that, Russell crumpled the system into a ball in his mental world and kicked it away, telling it to get lost.

Having captured Jennifer, Russell's task tonight was daunting. He needed to extract useful information from Jennifer as quickly as possible. For example, who the devil was, who his henchmen were, and most importantly, how to break free from Immortal Body.

Russell carried Jennifer into the basement, tied her to a chair, took a deep breath, and began chanting a profound and complex incantation, gathering his Magic Power.

The obscure incantation contained many rare characters. Russell chanted it slowly and deliberately. 'Enslavement' was a high-level sorcery. If he hadn't been lucky enough to have it added to his skill bar, Russell wouldn't be able to use it at his current level.

Because it's so long, a mantra of over a thousand characters, it has to be read out word for word without any pauses.

As he finished chanting the incantation, Russell slashed his palm, letting the blood drip onto Jennifer's forehead. Just like when he had used it on the Witch, Jennifer quickly regained consciousness and fiercely resisted Russell's mental invasion.

A power akin to telekinesis appeared. Jennifer's silver eyes widened, and the droplet of blood hovered in mid-air, unable to fall. However, Jennifer was not Witch. Before tonight, she was just an ordinary girl with a vain heart. Without the Witch's unparalleled willpower, she had just obtained the devil's power and could not fully unleash it. Unable to resist Russell's mental invasion, she collapsed completely after ten seconds.

A drop of blood merged into Jennifer's forehead, forcibly establishing a slave-subordinate relationship. Jennifer screamed in terror, and dark red magical patterns appeared on her forehead.

The red lines emitted bluish smoke, as if they had been branded with a hot iron. After a short while, the lines gradually faded and disappeared into the skin.

Upon successfully completing the first contract, Russell sensed something, his eyes sharpened, and the red patterns reappeared.

Smoke billowed up, and Jennifer screamed in agony as if she were being tortured. She broke free of the nylon ropes, rolled on the ground clutching her head, and begged for mercy in agonizing cries.

The effect is very good!

Russell only needed to calm his mind to sense Jennifer's location; her soul was in his grasp, and her life or death was entirely in his hands.

"No wonder the Witch would rather end her own life than compromise and sign this slave contract... It's a pity she died so unjustly. If you try to understand me, you'll find that your worries are unnecessary. I'm not that kind of person."

Russell sighed and released Jennifer, who immediately relaxed and lay on the ground, panting heavily. She was covered in sweat and blood, her face gaunt, her hair disheveled, and she looked utterly hideous—a far cry from her former charm.

Even so, the beauty-loving Jennifer remained motionless. Judging from her dilated pupils, one could tell how intense the contract was, as she had just been thoroughly tormented.

Russell looked down at her and said, "Jennifer, can you talk now?"

Jennifer's dilated pupils suddenly narrowed, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes. "Russell, you never told me you were a Wizard!"

"Same here, you didn't tell me that being your boyfriend carries the risk of being eaten!"

"No, that's not it, I just... had a nightmare..."

Russell realized the real issue was approaching and, eager to find clues about the devil, blurted out, "Jennifer, tell me what happened?"

Jennifer didn't want to recall this nightmare, but she couldn't resist Russell's command. As if hypnotized, she stiffly said, "Low Shoulder Band! It was them... they sacrificed me to the devil in the devil's teapot, on the edge of the abyss..."

"Sacrifice!"

Russell seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this. In the Witch's memory, there was a fragmented recollection of a sacrifice.

[Failure Diary]

There was a guy in the group who was planning to give up his studies and go into the military, to work on a construction site. I patiently tried to persuade him.

"Don't give up. You've only written a few books; it's normal for them to flop. If you don't believe me, write a few more, and you'll find that flopping really is normal!"