The villain, caught in a chaotic situation, only wants to boost his popularity.

In the darkness, countless insects wriggled and whispered softly.

The ground beneath my feet trembled, and a muffled roar came from afar.

Mu Jing knew that the real test was coming.

In the original work, however, he didn't receive this kind of "treatment" from the Hawk.

Those tender pre-trial tests never existed; he struggled in the endless pain created by the Night Moon from beginning to end, without even a second to catch his breath.

And Night Moon was one of the high-ranking demons detected by the pop-up system during the prologue.

As the female protagonist of the story, Ye Yue cannot be simply said to be on the side of demons or humans.

In her world, there are no boundaries between "humans" and "demons," only a classification of "toys."

Ordinary and interesting toys, or rare and interesting toys.

She doesn't care if the toys break; if she gets bored with them one day, she throws them away like crushing an ant.

The reason why Mu Jingzhi received such a gentle test is perhaps because his perfect performance in the prologue and the first chapter made him a top-notch toy in Ye Yue's eyes that "cannot be easily broken".

But this tenderness was soon torn apart.

Before the tremors subsided, countless cold ropes had wrapped around his limbs like venomous snakes.

The rough fibers dug into his flesh, violently pulling him into the air.

Arms and ankles were stretched to their limits, and the body was suspended in a taut "T" shape, like a human figure that had been forcibly stretched open.

He did not struggle, but accepted it calmly.

First, a sharp blade sliced ​​across the skin.

Then the fine, net-like ropes dug deep into the flesh, each moment causing the knots to penetrate even deeper into the blood and flesh.

He lowered his eyes, looking at his bruised and swollen wrist, letting the excruciating pain explode in his nerve endings.

The cold glint of the blade.

As his physical body was stripped away, his consciousness was gradually stripped away as well.

After a long period of time...

His consciousness returned to his body, and he touched his body, which seemed to be completely intact.

It was as if the endless suffering I had just experienced was all an illusion.

But soon countless ropes were looped around his arms and ankles again, pulling him violently into the air.

…………

Countless strippings, endless void, as if a thousand cycles of life and death...

In the darkness, the only thing Mu Jing could "see" or feel was the barrage of comments scrolling by:

"Wow, from now on I'll only respect my brother Jing, no one else."

"Brother Jing is a real man!"

"I paused ten times before I dared to watch this part... My phantom limb is writhing in pain right now!"

"Miss Yozuki is so young and flat-chested! So cute!"

"Bro, are you serious?! Yoruzuki's UR-rank yandere card is insane! Mirror Bro, run!"

"What?! Yandere?! Who said yandere? I'm coming the moment I heard 'yandere'!"

Suddenly, a sweet, cloying aroma wafted on the wind.

In the darkness, a woman with blood-red hair appeared out of thin air above him.

"Hehehehehe!" A sweet fragrance enveloped the girl and wafted over, and Ye Yue's fingertips almost poked into his pupils.

She circled Mu Jing as if she had discovered a treasure: "How interesting! You didn't even flinch!"

"I'm really looking forward to you continuing to create more interesting things for me!" she whispered in Mu Jing's ear, "but don't let yourself get ruined!"

"So what exactly do you want to do? If I'm not mistaken, this place is about to disappear, isn't it!"

"Wow, you actually guessed it! As expected of a contractor I approve of!" Night Moon clapped her hands, her golden pupils curving into crescent moons.

Mu Jing knew very well that everything happening now was an illusion created by Ye Yue.

Creating illusions requires magic, and her magic will eventually run out.

When Mu Jing begs for mercy or when her magic is exhausted, she can…

"Make a contract with me! It's an equal magical contract that countless people envy!" Night Moon's lips curled up, revealing a pair of small fangs. "I promise I won't do anything to you, and I might even help you!"

Mu Jing knew, of course, that if he begged for mercy, he would be signing a slave contract.

This was also the method by which the demon realm infiltrated the human world before the seal was broken.

They are required to perform cruel rituals regularly, serving their demon lord like servants...

However, countless people flock to it.

When the Holy Spirit Bureau was established, the so-called "Holy" exorcists relied on bloodlines, and the so-called "Spirit" psychics relied on mutation talents, at the time of unifying the world's resources.

For those powerless people struggling at the bottom, the Magic Contract is a beacon of hope, even if that light is dark, evil, and cruel.

However, if the Night Moon's magic power is exhausted, the contract signed will be an Equal Magic Contract.

"Perhaps I don't need you?" Mu Jing said, feigning indifference.

"No, no, no!" Ye Yue suddenly leaned closer and sniffed him. "This scent!!!"

Then he took a deep breath: "The scent on you... I'm absolutely certain! You're one of my kind!"

"So rich, so intriguing, so suffocating!" She gasped for breath until her face flushed.

"How wonderful!" she exclaimed, bending over in excitement.

She suddenly drew a line in the air with her finger, and an oval-shaped membrane of light appeared out of thin air.

"Besides, you want to save that woman, don't you!"

Inside the light membrane, a white-haired woman dressed in black office lady stockings stood blankly in a magnificent hotel.

"You want to save this woman, don't you?" Night Moon's voice was seductive. "Without my help, you might not be able to save her. Those demons have been plotting for her for a long time."

Mu Jing deliberately feigned gloom.

The woman in the picture is Xue Li, and he knows Xue Li's value better than anyone else.

She will die tonight in the Sixth Holy Spirit Bureau, or rather, in the Tower of Echoes, one of the Twelve Demonic Artifacts.

If something happens to her, the split factions of the three exorcist families will use it as an excuse to attack psionicists.

The Holy Spirit Bureau will eventually split into the "Holy Exorcism Corps" and the "Psionicists Association".

"Oh?" Mu Jing shook his head and said, "Perhaps I can rescue it without your help."

"Hahahaha!" The girl laughed maniacally, tears welling in her eyes. "My contractor, I admit you are indeed much stronger than I expected!"

"But you're only at the common rank right now!"

"Although you shattered Mirror Demon's broken mirror, your psionic talent is useless in the Tower of Echoes of Remnant Demon."

"It's not as gentle as me; if you get killed inside, you'll die!"

Mu Jing remained silent for a moment.

Then he slowly said, "How about we make a bet?"

The girl's eyes lit up: "You really are my perfect match, my contractor!!! Come on! Tell me what we're betting on!"

"Let me finish." He knew, of course, what the girl was interested in.

"Contract One: If I defeat the final demon of the Tower of Echoes and rescue Xue Li without relying on you, we will enter into an Equal Magic Pact, and we will agree to Contract Two."

"Honestly, we could have just signed an Equal Magic Contract directly, why did we have to go through all this trouble!" Night Moon pouted, but her eyes were full of excitement. "Tell me quickly, what's the second part of the contract?"

Mu Jing looked at her, his voice indifferent: "The second part of the contract is..."