"Get out of here!"
With Ning Feng's resolute refusal, the entire room fell silent.
The illusory figure did not reply, but silently looked down at Ning Feng, whose expression was serious, its eyes revealing no emotion.
Neither mockery nor anger existed in that bottomless red abyss; only tranquility remained.
The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point; an unknown fragrance filled the air, yet it did nothing to alleviate the pressure in the slightest.
Reason told Ning Feng that the best choice at this time was to endure and compromise.
The situation could actually be eased if all they had done was apologize and accept the apology, or make a joke.
But this time, Ning Feng doesn't intend to do that.
Because he understood that giving in all the time was meaningless.
Ning Feng admitted that he was indeed very worried about provoking such an ambiguous being, and he also hoped to build a friendly relationship with it.
But this does not mean that Ning Feng enjoys being teased by the other party.
If it weren't for the need to survive, who would enjoy being repeatedly mocked?
But patience has its limits.
Once or twice, it's nothing to take as a joke.
But this kind of frivolous behavior cannot be repeated again and again.
When mockery has no limits, no matter how much it is embellished with words, it is still an insult.
Ning Feng understood his own weakness, and what he sought was not equal qualifications, but the most basic respect.
When he realized that he couldn't even get this, he understood that there was no point in continuing to back down.
Sitting on the ground with his head held high, Ning Feng looked into those eyes, but didn't utter a single sarcastic word.
It wasn't that Ning Feng was too cowardly to speak; he simply couldn't utter a word.
The terrifying pressure emanating from that figure made his muscles stiffen, rendering him unable to move.
Even his loud refusal just now left Ning Feng wondering where the strength came from.
Now that things have come to this, Ning Feng has come to terms with it.
I don't care what it is anymore, I'm just in a fit of impotent rage, so be it if I die.
They stared at each other silently, and as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, the figure suddenly let out a soft, enigmatic laugh.
The illusory figure floating in the air smiled, then turned into shattered shadows and merged back into the black cat's body.
The terrifying pressure vanished, and everything in the room remained unchanged, as if everything that had just happened was merely a hallucination.
But the sweat dripping from his forehead and his rapid heartbeat told Ning Feng that all of this was true.
Anger gradually rose in Ning Feng's heart, not at the black cat, but at his own weakness and powerlessness.
The black cat jumped off the bed, slowly walked to Ning Feng, sat down in front of him, and looked directly at him, saying:
"Although your anger and pride are meaningless, I don't dislike children with backbone."
Contrary to expectations, the black cat's voice was no longer so alluring, but instead became calm and gentle.
“You son of the weak, you are worthy to know my name.”
"Ariana".
Like an ancient wind that has finally swept across the plains, brushing against the traveler's clothes, whispering softly in his ear:
"I allow you to call me that."
Suddenly, Ning Feng had a peculiar feeling.
Memory seems to have wrinkled, as if something has been remembered, or as if something has been forgotten.
But before he could figure it out, the voice in his ear suddenly became mysterious, as if whispering:
"However, there's one thing I lied to you about before~"
The black cat tilted its head slightly, confidently appreciating Ning Feng's expression, and said softly:
“You don’t need to sign any more contracts, because…”
Hiss! ! ?
Ning Feng suddenly felt a heat in his lower abdomen... uh, a heat in his chest, as if he had been branded with some kind of mark.
Suddenly pulling open his shirt, Ning Feng saw the crisscrossing scarlet lines on his chest fading and eventually disappearing completely.
Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, he was not unfamiliar with the patterns; he had just seen them on that illusory figure!
Ning Feng: ? ? ?
“What your instructor said wasn’t entirely wrong. With the little energy from the sacrifice, my avatar really couldn’t last long and couldn’t save you.”
"So, I made a different choice... I signed a contract with you, the kind you can't go back on~"
Satisfied with his bewildered expression, the black cat, or rather Ariana, nodded with pleasure.
"That's right~ You were already my contractor before."
"You already belong to me, half of you~"
Then, a light flashed in her eyes, and her seductive voice echoed in Ning Feng's heart.
It was as if a demon were whispering to an ignorant mortal who had summoned him, according to custom:
Do you crave power?
...
...
“I can give you power, just as I once bestowed upon mortals who pleased me through rituals.”
Ning Feng sat on the bed, looking at the black cat beside him with a complicated expression.
To be honest, he's in a pretty mess right now. He woke up to find out that his bloodline had changed, and he'd also become a contractor for an unknown entity.
He was powerless to resist all of this, but to be honest, he wasn't particularly resistant, because he had already received tangible benefits.
Ning Feng's abilities have now changed:
Race: Mixed-race human (male)
Strength: Ordinary human (extremely strong)
Talents: Photographic memory, multitasking
Abilities: Tactical Planning (Advanced), Performance (Advanced), Eloquence (Advanced), General Weapon Proficiency (Intermediate), Stealth (Intermediate), Regeneration (Basic), Whip Proficiency (Basic)...
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