Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

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The owner of Zero Antique Shop?

This is not only a bargaining chip for survival, but also an incredible opportunity.

To call this slavery... is not necessarily true.

Perhaps this is her only chance to completely control her destiny.

Medusa finally opened her eyes and looked at the contract on the tea table.

She deliberately avoided Jiang Chaosheng's gaze—

Those eyes could turn people to stone, and she didn't want anyone to die because of them.

To prevent her eyes from harming others, she had once hidden in countless deserted corners—

She has never killed anyone intentionally.

Medusa picked up her pen, about to write, when she suddenly hesitated.

Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow:

"You don't want to?"

Medusa stopped writing, a hint of reluctance in her eyes:

"If I sign this contract, sooner or later I will be driven by desire to kill."

I also want to take control of Antique Shop Zero, after all... it's a divine residence left behind by the Emperor of All Ages.

Having it might mean escaping the fate of being preyed upon by others.

But I know you must have a backup plan, and you will definitely come back.

Therefore, once I take control of the antique shop, I will definitely kill you—

No matter where you hide, I will find a way to kill you.

Jiang Chaosheng looked at her and frowned:

"What are you trying to say? Are you challenging me to a duel? There's no need for that."

He did not believe that Medusa could kill him.

Before his final battle with the Cowherd, he had already laid out too many backup plans.

Let alone Medusa, even if Satan himself came, he might not be able to harm him in the slightest.

Medusa didn't detect the disdain in his tone and gently shook her head:

"No... I have never killed anyone, nor have I challenged anyone to a duel."

A look of sadness appeared on her face:

"I just wanted to apologize to you in advance."

And then... I wanted to ask you, do you have any last wishes?

After I kill you, I will definitely help you complete it.

If you have a lover or children, I will make them kings and protect them for life.

A look of surprise appeared on Jiang Chaosheng's face, and disbelief filled his eyes:

"Are you...feeling guilty?"

Medusa remained silent for a moment, looking somewhat conflicted, before finally lowering her head:

"sorry."

She's too soft-hearted and used to accepting whatever comes her way.

Having lived for over a thousand years, this was the first time she had seen hope for freedom.

She wanted to harden her heart and become a demon, but her conscience wouldn't allow it.

She wasn't even sure if she could bring herself to do it in the end.

Jiang Chaosheng finally understood.

Why did this woman become the most tragic character in the Olympian mythology?

The rules of the supernatural world are even harsher than the law of the jungle, and killing is commonplace.

And yet, she hesitated in the face of a great opportunity because of killing?

This behavior did indeed make Jiang Chao feel a little sympathetic.

Medusa is now in a state that is half forbidden and half living.

If he were to contain her using conventional methods, he would have to completely erase the part of her that was "alive," leaving only the unconscious Medusa's Eye.

But if she's so easily manipulated, there's no rush to kill her.

Her mind contained much of the divine information he desperately needed.

With the old dragon insane and Daji suffering from amnesia, Medusa is the only one who knows the history of the Age of Gods.

Jiang Chaosheng suppressed the corrosive influence of the curse and spoke:

"Let's make a bet."

Medusa was taken aback:

"What?"

"You can kill me using any method you want."

If I die, it will be of my own free will, and you need not feel any burden.

but--"

He paused:

"If I survive and regain control of the antique shop, you will serve me."

Medusa frowned.

To serve her?

Is it to become his maid?

Just like when they served Poseidon, the god of the sea.

The word "maid" was the word she hated most in her life.

But it was precisely this bet that relieved her psychological burden considerably.

"it is good."

She quickly signed her name on the contract.

The next second, mysterious power descended from the darkness.

Medusa's body, which resembled a broken porcelain doll, was repaired inch by inch.

She stared in horror at her body, now completely restored—

They've been resurrected! Completely resurrected!

Jiang Chaosheng felt a wave of dizziness.

The Grim Reaper's scythe, the flintlock pistol, and the Dragon Ball floated up from behind the trench coat and gently landed on the table.

He glanced at the two divine artifacts that had accompanied him in his battles, but didn't feel any regret.

Even without them, he still has divine abilities.

He touched his chest—

There was a letter that had been written long ago, as well as his own diary.

All things considered, he still came out ahead in this incident:

Having obtained the divine secrets, the twelve forbidden items returned to the South Sea, plunging Athena into a causal curse.

I'm just waiting for the day I can return to Antique Shop Zero.

Suddenly, a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

What is a divine aperture?

The rules of Zero Antique Shop are now in effect:

After the owner transfers the shop, they will lose all memories of the antique shop.

......

South China Sea, streets.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, Satan's figure was sent flying more than a thousand meters and crashed into a shop.

Dust billowed up, and goods tumbled to the ground.

A moment later, Satan emerged from the ruins, swaying unsteadily.

The body he was occupying was already a mutilated corpse, and now, after suffering a heavy blow, he could barely walk.

But Cao Ye's situation was even worse.

About a kilometer in front of the shop, he was unrecognizable and covered in blood.

His left arm and legs were twisted into incredible angles.

But he still stood there, using his two deformed legs.

"Ha ha--"

He was panting heavily, and with trembling hands, he pulled out the cigarette case with his still-functioning arm.

With a flick of his finger, a cigarette popped out of the pack and landed steadily in his mouth.

He threw away the cigarette pack, took out a lighter from his pocket, but couldn't light it no matter what he did.

He frowned and glanced down at the cigarette in his mouth—that

The cigarette was soaked in blood within seconds of being put in the mouth.

Satan moved toward him, clearly enraged:

"Mere mortals, mere slaves, mere...lambs!"

It's utterly foolish to risk your life for a fading sunset!

When you die and your soul descends to hell, I will throw you to Leviathan's mouth to become nourishment for that beast!

Just as he reached Cao Ye, his body suddenly trembled, and his expression became incredulous.

"This...this is impossible!"

He suddenly looked in the direction of Antique Shop Zero, his face filled with horror:

"How...how could this be?"

He sensed it—the manager hadn't died, and Medusa had survived.

Cao Ye raised his one eye, which could still barely open, and looked at Satan, who was so close to him, a smile spreading across his lips:

"I see...you're afraid."

Satan took two steps back.

afraid?

Of course I'm scared!

If Huang Hun hadn't died, the karmic curse of the Zero Antique Shop would have inevitably fallen upon him.

"Twilight..." He finally took the name seriously, unable to understand how Twilight had lifted the curse on the antique shop.

After murmuring, his body went limp and he collapsed.

The senator's physical body was even more broken and mangled, and Satan's soul had escaped back to hell.

Two investigators rushed over like madmen:

"Chief!"

Cao Ye pointed to the councilor's corpse and the eleven forbidden items scattered on the ground:

"Take him back to the station."

The investigators breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected of the bureau chief, even after being beaten up like that, he acts like nothing happened. They quickly went to carry out their mission.

Suddenly, Cao Ye called out to one of the investigators:

"Do you have any cigarettes? I really want to take a puff."

The investigator felt his pockets—

No cigarettes, but a lighter.

He picked up the cigarette Cao Ye had dropped on the ground and took out a lighter:

"Come here, Chief."

He walked up to Cao Ye, but Cao Ye didn't open his mouth.

He was stunned:

"The bureau chief?"

He carefully examined Cao Ye—who had closed his eyes, as if he were asleep.

The investigator's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply:

"Medical team!"

But Cao Ye's situation was even worse.

About a kilometer in front of the shop, he was unrecognizable and covered in blood.

His left arm and legs were twisted into incredible angles.

But he still stood there, using his two deformed legs.

"Ha ha--"

He was panting heavily, and with trembling hands, he pulled out the cigarette case with his still-functioning arm.

With a flick of his finger, a cigarette popped out of the pack and landed steadily in his mouth.

He threw away the cigarette pack, took out a lighter from his pocket, but couldn't light it no matter what he did.

He frowned and glanced down at the cigarette in his mouth—that

The cigarette was soaked in blood within seconds of being put in the mouth.

Satan moved toward him, clearly enraged:

"Mere mortals, mere slaves, mere...lambs!"

It's utterly foolish to risk your life for a fading sunset!

When you die and your soul descends to hell, I will throw you to Leviathan's mouth to become nourishment for that beast!

Just as he reached Cao Ye, his body suddenly trembled, and his expression became incredulous.

"This...this is impossible!"

He suddenly looked in the direction of Antique Shop Zero, his face filled with horror:

"How...how could this be?"

He sensed it—the manager hadn't died, and Medusa had survived.

Cao Ye raised his one eye, which could still barely open, and looked at Satan, who was so close to him, a smile spreading across his lips:

"I see...you're afraid."

Satan took two steps back.

afraid?

Of course I'm scared!

If Huang Hun hadn't died, the karmic curse of the Zero Antique Shop would have inevitably fallen upon him.

"Twilight..." He finally took the name seriously, unable to understand how Twilight had lifted the curse on the antique shop.

After murmuring, his body went limp and he collapsed.

The senator's physical body was even more broken and mangled, and Satan's soul had escaped back to hell.

Two investigators rushed over like madmen:

"Chief!"

Cao Ye pointed to the councilor's corpse and the eleven forbidden items scattered on the ground:

"Take him back to the station."

The investigators breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected of the bureau chief, even after being beaten up like that, he acts like nothing happened. They quickly went to carry out their mission.

Suddenly, Cao Ye called out to one of the investigators:

"Do you have any cigarettes? I really want to take a puff."

The investigator felt his pockets—

No cigarettes, but a lighter.

He picked up the cigarette Cao Ye had dropped on the ground and took out a lighter:

"Come here, Chief."

He walked up to Cao Ye, but Cao Ye didn't open his mouth.

He was stunned:

"The bureau chief?"

He carefully examined Cao Ye—who had closed his eyes, as if he were asleep.

The investigator's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply:

"Medical team!"

The body he was occupying was already a mutilated corpse, and now, after suffering a heavy blow, he could barely walk.

But Cao Ye's situation was even worse.

About a kilometer in front of the shop, he was unrecognizable and covered in blood.

His left arm and legs were twisted into incredible angles.

But he still stood there, using his two deformed legs.

"Ha ha--"

He was panting heavily, and with trembling hands, he pulled out the cigarette case with his still-functioning arm.

With a flick of his finger, a cigarette popped out of the pack and landed steadily in his mouth.

He threw away the cigarette pack, took out a lighter from his pocket, but couldn't light it no matter what he did.

He frowned and glanced down at the cigarette in his mouth—that

The cigarette was soaked in blood within seconds of being put in the mouth.

Satan moved toward him, clearly enraged:

"Mere mortals, mere slaves, mere...lambs!"

It's utterly foolish to risk your life for a fading sunset!

When you die and your soul descends to hell, I will throw you to Leviathan's mouth to become nourishment for that beast!

Just as he reached Cao Ye, his body suddenly trembled, and his expression became incredulous.

"This...this is impossible!"

He suddenly looked in the direction of Antique Shop Zero, his face filled with horror:

"How...how could this be?"

He sensed it—the manager hadn't died, and Medusa had survived.

Cao Ye raised his one eye, which could still barely open, and looked at Satan, who was so close to him, a smile spreading across his lips:

"I see...you're afraid."

Satan took two steps back.

afraid?

Of course I'm scared!

If Huang Hun hadn't died, the karmic curse of the Zero Antique Shop would have inevitably fallen upon him.

"Twilight..." He finally took the name seriously, unable to understand how Twilight had lifted the curse on the antique shop.

After murmuring, his body went limp and he collapsed.

The senator's physical body was even more broken and mangled, and Satan's soul had escaped back to hell.

Two investigators rushed over like madmen:

"Chief!"

Cao Ye pointed to the councilor's corpse and the eleven forbidden items scattered on the ground:

"Take him back to the station."

The investigators breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected of the bureau chief, even after being beaten up like that, he acts like nothing happened. They quickly went to carry out their mission.

Suddenly, Cao Ye called out to one of the investigators:

"Do you have any cigarettes? I really want to take a puff."

The investigator felt his pockets—

No cigarettes, but a lighter.

He picked up the cigarette Cao Ye had dropped on the ground and took out a lighter:

"Come here, Chief."

He walked up to Cao Ye, but Cao Ye didn't open his mouth.

He was stunned:

"The bureau chief?"

He carefully examined Cao Ye—who had closed his eyes, as if he were asleep.

The investigator's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply:

"Medical team!"