Chapter 2
Confused, surprised, and incomprehensible.
Miel looked up at the man whose lower body was covered with tentacles, and was completely unable to understand the logic of his behavior.
In Miel's view, if a man is a lion, then she is a newborn kitten.
How would a lion react if it was scratched by a kitten?
Scratch it back with a claw?
Take a bite?
Pick it up and swallow it?
In any case, it is definitely not the case that I put away my claws and keep a distance from him first, and then ask him seriously - then, how can I get your permission?
It didn't require magic to determine that the man was far more dangerous than the lion, yet he showed extraordinary patience towards him.
Do you think he is not a threat, or do you really need something from him?
Just to see what his lower body looks like?
If it was the latter, he could just let his tentacles wrap around him roughly.
Miel knew that if something like that really happened, he would have no right to resist. The only thing he could do was to feel the approach of death in the suffocation of humiliation.
So, it's the former?
To him, I was really like a kitten, just gently pushing his face with my paw pads, which didn't hurt much and was not insulting at all?
No matter what, it's always a good thing for the other person to be patient.
Mier decided to put aside his desperate mentality and seriously seek a chance of survival for himself.
"First of all, let me emphasize again that I am not a human, but an elf, a high elf, a snow race."
Miel does not discriminate against humans, but humans and elves are two completely different races. He can treat humans the same way he treats elves, but that doesn't mean he can be mistaken for humans.
"But the body structures of elves and humans are very similar. If you want to know what the lower half of a human body looks like, I can indeed provide some help."
Since we are looking for a chance of survival, we must emphasize our own value.
Then comes the most critical part - your own needs.
When a kitten makes a deal with a lion, any outrageous request could result in death.
The requirements he puts forward must be something that the other party can do, or even easily do.
"In exchange, lend me your strength so that I will no longer be bullied."
Lend me strength—that's a very vague statement.
Lending him your own magic pool is a kind of borrowing.
Lending him some props that can increase his strength is a form of lending.
Lending myself to him and serving as his mercenary for a period of time is also a form of borrowing.
Miel's original intention was to let the other party define what "borrowing" and "power" are.
However, he overestimated the other party's IQ.
No, should we say that we underestimated the other party's spirit of contract?
"What's the meaning?"
The man raised a tentacle and supported his chin with the curled tip. Could the expression on his face be called confusion?
No, he was thinking.
"It's 'borrowed' rather than 'given', which means it must be returned. But you used the expression 'no longer', meaning that once this power is given to you, it will accompany you throughout your life, but will return to me after your death."
Miel: “…”
Is it necessary to be so pedantic?
Just as Miel was hesitating whether to explain his needs further, the man showed a look of sudden enlightenment.
"I see!"
Miel: “…”
What do you understand?
"So that's how it is. Human language is so profound!" The man looked excited.
Miel: “…”
So what do you understand? Also, I'm an elf, and I just spoke the Common Tongue.
The common language was indeed spread by humans and is based on the language spoken by humans, but it also absorbed a lot of vocabulary and grammar from Elvish and Dwarven languages, and cannot be completely equated with human language.
"So you want to sign a contract with me? Come on!" the man said, raising the tentacles under him, looking eager to try.
Varied……
Miel was stunned for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.
Suddenly I remembered that there is such a group of people on the Liye continent.
They gain power through pacts with demons, the undead, the high elves, the wrath of the elements, the celestials, and any other being from whom they can gain power.
They are not wizards or warlocks, but they can use magic.
The type of magic is related to the object of the contract, the number of times the magic is used is related to the content of the contract, and the price to be paid is also written into the contract.
This group of people who exchange their bodies, souls, dignity, or something else for powerful and dangerous beings in order to gain power are called sorcerers by the people of the Liye continent.
Changing career to a sorcerer is a really good choice for Miel who has lost all his magic power.
The only problem is—
"Excuse me, may I ask about your race? I didn't know you were a supreme fairy..."
Not at all.
"It's still an evil demon..."
Not really.
"Or an angel?"
It's even less likely. I've never heard of angels living in the abyss.
Ah, could it be...
"Or perhaps, it's an ancient being from the Netherworld?"
"What is that?" The man looked a little confused, as if he had never heard of such things.
Considering that he didn't know what the lower half of a human body looked like, his knowledge of the Liye continent seemed very limited.
"Race, groups of people who share common characteristics, I'm not sure I have a race because we are all born as different individuals," he said.
"I can't answer your question. As compensation, I would like to tell you my name, but my name is not well recognized by humans," he said.
"Fortunately, a silver lining in this misfortune, humans not only defined me with their understanding of me, but also gave me a name that they could pass on from mouth to mouth," he continued.
"That's what they call me—"
The man paused, then told Miel syllable by syllable what humans knew about him.
"The sleeping god, the lord of R'lyeh, the great Cthulhu."
Miel: “…”
There was a long silence, and Miel couldn't believe his ears.
The Great Old Ones.
It’s actually the Old Ones!
There are indeed sorcerers who have signed contracts with the Great Old Ones, but...
This is the Old One!
It is indescribable and incomprehensible. There is only terror and no mercy.
How did he manage to communicate normally with the Old Ones?
He really has gone crazy, but he just doesn't know it?
Yes, no madman would think that he is crazy, because if a madman can recognize that his thoughts and behaviors are crazy, he will not go crazy.
Yes, when did I get used to this distorted vision and the never-ending mumbling?
Although the field of vision was completely dark, everything he perceived was so bright that it was blinding, so vivid that it made Miel's stomach twitch.
But you want to scare him off like this?
ha.
Stop kidding.
He is now - so excited!
He saw the Old Ones!
He has the opportunity to sign a contract with the Old Ones!
Do you know what this means?
This means that those who have hurt him and humiliated him will all be turned into ashes that cannot even form a complete human form under the flames of his revenge!
"God of Sleep, Lord of R'lyeh, great Cthulhu, please sign a contract with me." Miel said this in an almost trembling voice.
Not because of fear, but because of excitement!
If I have to say I'm afraid, it's that I won't be able to seize this opportunity and that the other party will go back on their word.
Having lost his magic power, he can't even protect himself and can only be at the mercy of others. There is nothing he can't lose!
Be it body, soul, or dignity, as long as the other party wants it, you can take it!
As long as he can return to land alive, those people who bullied him will pay the price!
"Okay, then--" The man who called himself Cthulhu raised a tentacle and began to write red words in the air.
It was an ancient language that Miel could not understand.
"Allow me to explore your body, your wisdom, and everything about you until you truly die."
"In exchange, I will lend you my pool of magic power, allowing you to use all the magic that you and I know until you truly die."
"Your true death will be the end. Before that, you are my property. I have the right to use you, and you are my agent."
"Everything you do from now on, whether it is your will or not, will represent the will of the great Cthulhu."
The man wrote as he spoke.
I've finished talking and am almost done writing.
Then, he looked down at the beautiful elf surrounded by his tentacles and asked him, "Is there anything else you need to add?"
Miel thought about it seriously and said, "Don't interfere with my will for revenge. Once I have avenged myself, I will completely obey your will for the rest of my life."
The man didn't move his tentacles, but responded with this: "I said, your true death will be the end. Before that, you are my agent. Everything is up to you."
Miel couldn't help but pursed his lips when he understood what he meant.
If Cthulhu understood the emotions of elves or humans and drew up this contract out of respect for them, then He would truly be a very gentle god.
But, He said, he is His property and He has the right to use it.
Obviously, in His eyes, he was not a "person" but an object.
Is that why he tolerated the slap? Because in His eyes, He was just reading a book and the page brushed His cheek. How could He tear up the book in anger?
Miel raised the corners of his lips.
He doesn't care.
Only a fool or a madman would expect his emotions to be understood by an ancient and dangerous god.
This is as ridiculous as ants expecting humans to understand their emotions.
"Nothing more to add," he said.
"good."
The legendary Great Old One, the great Cthulhu, uttered this word and made the ancient words in the air fly towards Miel.
At this time, Miel did not take the expression "real death" in the contract to heart, because on the Liye continent, there were indeed people who could bring the dead back to life, some who could make their souls immortal after the death of their physical bodies, and some who had simply achieved immortality.
Although Cthulhu's proactive addition of such a statement made him somewhat concerned, the worst possible outcome would be that Cthulhu would resurrect him and continue to play with him.
Since he had made up his mind to sign a contract with Him, he was mentally prepared to be deceived, fooled, and tortured.
It's like a sheep forced to the cliff by a pack of wolves. If it jumps off the cliff, there is hope of survival, but also the possibility of death. It depends on whether you dare to take the risk.
The red text turned into thin lines, wrapped around Miel's body, and eventually left dark red ancient marks on his neck, chest, abdomen and lower back.
The whole process was not painful at all.
After everything was over, Miel felt the surge of magic power in his body for the first time in a long time, which was more full and turbulent than what he felt as a child.
Miel's silver eyelashes trembled slightly as he suppressed the urge to cry.
He raised his jewel-like blue eyes to look at Cthulhu's face, waiting for the final judgment.
Should I fulfill the contract and do as he wishes, or tear up the contract and enjoy the expression on his face after he was fooled?
Miyer still couldn't see Cthulhu's face clearly. That face was crazy beautiful every second, but it also made him feel strange every second.
However, it can be seen that He is smiling at this moment.
Like a child who had bought a new toy, He smiled and extended His tentacles towards Miel, wrapping around his waist. In the process, He lowered His height and moved closer to him. "The contract is established. Let me see your lower body, human."
As he was speaking, the tentacles penetrated into places where they shouldn't have penetrated, and Miel slapped them reflexively!
“Bang!”
Same location.
The two slap marks overlapped perfectly.
For a moment, both of them were silent.
Cthulhu: “…”
Miel: “…”
I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... If I say that I just saw a mosquito, would the great Cthulhu believe my nonsense?
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