Contract Complete

Before Dean could answer, Stavago raised a hand and pointed a finger at him. In an instant, the aura around the little shadow weakened by more than half. Stavago's change was something even Dean, a Level-One Magic Apprentice, could sense, let alone Sanderson, who had once been a Fifth-Level Grand Mage.

Stavago's aura was weakening. It would probably vanish completely in a few minutes, and seeing Stavago again after that would not be easy.

However, what Dean cared about now was not Stavago's condition, but his own physical state—or, more precisely, his head. Something seemed to have gone wrong.

"Brat, this is the treasure gifted to you by the great demon Stavago: the Demon Horn, something belonging to demons," Stavago said weakly.

The Demon Horn was something that rarely appeared even among the Devil Race. Possessing one could greatly enhance a demon's control over the elements.

Of course, although Demon Horns appeared randomly on members of the Devil Race, they could also be seized and used by someone else.

And the one Stavago had gifted Dean was a Demon Horn.

However, Dean touched the back of his neck and found an extra piece of bone there. Its existence did not affect his normal activities in the slightest.

The bone did not cause any harm to his body. After all, although it was called a Demon Horn, it was really just a piece of bone resembling a small protrusion.

"It feels a little strange." Dean kept touching the area below the back of his head, feeling the extra bit of bone.

Although it did not affect him, having something extra there felt strange. He could not really say that he felt uncomfortable.

Sanderson looked at his cheap student in bewilderment. What was going on? Why would Stavago give his student a Demon Horn?

This was something every Mage dreamed of. Of course, those ultimate geniuses did not desire Demon Horns quite so intensely.

"Huh? Why have the elements around us suddenly grown so much denser? There's even quite a bit of dark element." Dean suddenly spoke. In his perception, the amount of every element around him had multiplied several times over.

"This is one of the effects of the Demon Horn. It can enhance your sensitivity to the elements several times over, even dozens of times," Sanderson said with slight envy. Even he, an old man who was on his last legs with no hope of recovery, could not help but feel envious.

Elemental sensitivity directly determined whether a person had the ability to become a Mage, as well as what kind of Mage they could become.

Dean was most sensitive to dark element, followed by fire and Undead Element. As for the other elements, without the help of tools, they were extremely difficult for him to sense.

This was also one of the reasons Demon Horns were so precious. After all, everyone could use tools to enhance their sensitivity to the elements, but such tools were extremely limited.

"All right, brat. Even I feel a little pained after giving you the Demon Horn. Grow—grow to the level I expect of you. Only then will your soul become even more fragrant! Hahaha!" Stavago said smugly. But with those words, the aura around him weakened another degree.

Stavago said nothing more and directly brought the contract before Dean. This time, Dean did not hesitate. Stavago was already close to holding on no longer, and even someone as inexperienced as Dean knew how precious the boundless knowledge he would receive from this trade was.

Dean held out his palm. At the same time, an ice blade skimmed past the edge of his hand.

It did not strike Dean's palm, but the airflow carried by the ice blade tore a small wound across it.

Sanderson had released the ice blade. There was no time for them to leisurely search for a small knife, so Sanderson could only use this method to make Dean bleed.

Before long, blood had drenched Dean's entire palm.

Dean then raised his palm, covered in his own blood, and pressed it against the parchment.

The contract was established.

In an instant, the aura of the demon Stavago surged several degrees, as if it were resisting something.

An arm appeared before Dean. Dean wanted to say something, but Sanderson stopped him.

"That is the World Will. When a great demon like Stavago attempts to cross worlds and sign a contract with a member of our weak world, it will inevitably attract the World Will's attention. Right now, this strand of the World Will is helping you clear the hidden traps from the contract and contend with Stavago," Sanderson said solemnly.

In the presence of the World Will, Sanderson did not dare make light of anything. Of course, this was only a very, very small strand of the World Will. The World Will's main consciousness might not even know what had happened here—a minor figure had signed a contract with an Abyssal Demon.

"Huff, huff... Damn it. The World Will is actually this strong this time. I nearly couldn't withstand it." The little shadow of the demon Stavago spoke viciously, but he was now extremely, extremely weak.

In fact, Dean felt that a single little Basic Illumination would be enough to disperse the demon's tiny shadow.

Of course, Dean would not do that, because they were now contract partners.

"The World Will of this world is relatively strong. Fifth Generation, you are the final generation to sign a contract with the great demon Lord Stavago. Treasure the knowledge you have obtained and grow as quickly as possible!" After saying this, Stavago's little shadow vanished on the spot.

The stone slab shattered into a pile of powder along with it, and this spatial node also disappeared, likely annihilated.

At the same time, the contract parchment began to spontaneously combust without any wind. Dean also had the feeling that this spontaneous burning could not be stopped by any means whatsoever; nothing could make the contract parchment stop burning.

As Stavago disappeared, so did that small strand of the World Will and the dark clouds in the sky.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to represent something, but Stavago had ignored them. Though they had struggled for a long time, they had accomplished nothing.

"Mentor, if Stavago can contend with the World Will, does that mean... he already possesses ninth-level strength?" Dean's throat felt dry. To say he was not afraid would have been a lie. The ninth level was the pinnacle of the world.

"Probably. However, demons are all sly creatures. Aside from all the information stated in the contract, nothing we hear from their mouths—not a single piece of information or method—can necessarily be trusted," Sanderson told Dean.

Wait, only what was stated in the contract counted? Dean suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly checked the contract's contents in his mind.

There was a backup copy of the contract in Dean's mind. Of course, Stavago had one as well.

Dean read it three times. Only after reading it three full times did he finally give up.

Dean looked at his cheap mentor, Sanderson, with a dazed expression.

"Mentor... Stavago tricked me. He didn't write in the contract that he had more than a thousand years of life left."

(The End of This Chapter)