Honkai Summoning.

Yes, this isn't Earth, but another world. And Su Mo himself was summoned by the smiling boy before him, posing as a demon from hell!

The contract's contents are simple: Su Mo will receive the boy's soul after his death if he helps the boy fulfill his wish. The price is clearly stated, fair and transparent.

"These demons are all good people. They even do favors for the other party after swallowing a soul. Such kindness is a disservice to your usual sinful image." Upon seeing this contract, Su Mo felt that his moral standards had suddenly fallen below the average level of hell.

After all, he doesn't sign any contracts with others before he devours their souls.

Chapter Eight: Starting Today, I'll Be a Demon

Of course, the contents of the contract were not so simple. It stipulated a whole bunch of things the demons had to do for the signatory—in short, "I will be your loyal dog until I devour you." The core idea was "First, the master is always right. Second, if the master is wrong, refer to the first rule."

"Are all demons masochists? They actually signed such a master-servant contract. It seems that hell is not a good place to live. They have to suffer like this just to have a bite to eat." Su Mo clicked his tongue as he looked at the contract in front of him.

He pondered whether he should learn a magic circle that could summon demons; it was practically the template for the world's perfect subordinate: never betraying, hardworking and resilient.

Aside from the rather ridiculous part about having to sacrifice one's soul after fulfilling a wish... to be fair, Su Mo still has plenty of souls.

Of course, the person who makes a contract with a demon is very happy. However, Su Mo, who was inexplicably summoned as a "demon," wouldn't be so happy to see this contract.

Fortunately, the contract wasn't fully formed; only the boy outside the car, as the "master," had signed it. Su Mo, however, hadn't. He merely saw the contract through some kind of magical power and gained control of the language and writing system of this world.

If Su Mo refuses, the contract will naturally not be valid. As a demon, he cannot remain in this world and will be sent back to hell.

"Sent back to Hell? Not Earth, right? After all, I just wandered in..." Su Mo frowned slightly. This summoning was extremely inexplicable and truly perplexing.

However, it's not like there's absolutely no clue.

If Su Mo's guess is correct, he must be here because of that "Tyrant's Apocalypse"! That poison can make people disappear completely, probably not killing them, but sending them to other worlds.

The feeling Su Mo had before being summoned to this world was exactly the same as the last time. The only difference was that this time someone else summoned him—so Su Mo ended up here, replacing a certain demon?

If this conjecture is correct, it's a bittersweet situation for Su Mo. On the one hand, coming to another world offers him hope of improving his strength compared to entering Earth in the "Dharma-Ending Era."

The worry is that being summoned as a "summoned beast" is something that would be difficult for any normal person to accept.

You mean, it's fine if the summoned master is a cute girl?

But the person in front of me is just a teenager with an over-the-top chuunibyou vibe!

Looking at the boy outside the car grinning with a twisted expression, Su Mo felt a toothache. Where was the cute little girl he was supposed to be? Anime is all a lie!

"Looks like I need to revise the contract," Su Mo thought to himself.

As for the option of refusing the contract and being sent back to Hell, that was completely out of Su Mo's consideration. Having finally gained a chance to break free from Earth's shackles and improve his strength, Su Mo was determined not to let it slip by. Besides, even if he wanted to go back, the contract clearly stated that he would be sent back to Hell, not back to Earth.

The fact that demons have "high moral standards" does not mean that hell is a good place. Even with "immortality" by his side, Su Mo does not think that throwing himself into a hell he knows nothing about would be the right choice.

As an unexpected replacement, Su Mo was not so naive and optimistic as to believe that the power of the contract would be intelligent enough to send him directly back to Earth.

After signing the contract, Su Mo, as the true contractor, completely replaced the demon's position, essentially transforming from a high-quality imitation into the genuine article. After completing the contract, the place he returned to naturally became Earth.

Su Mo would naturally have a correct, or at least relatively correct, judgment in mind regarding how to choose.

Fortunately, the contents of the contract were not entirely unchangeable; otherwise, Su Mo would have had no choice but to take a day trip to that unknown hell.

He improved all the messy and inhumane clauses in the contract one by one. Except for the most crucial and important things that could not be changed, Su Mo waved his hand and deleted all the other "loyal dog content".

Seeing that the contract could no longer be changed, Su Mo reluctantly accepted it and left his name—or rather, his mark—on it.

"This is the power of this contract..."

The moment Su Mo wrote his name and signed the contract, he felt a special force wrap around him and then disappear.

Although it's not apparent now, if Su Mo were to do something that violates the contract—such as harming the boy outside the car—this vanished power would punish Su Mo.

The severity of the punishment depends on the extent of Su Mo's violation. If Su Mo were to kill the boy, the power of the contract would inflict the same punishment—death.

This isn't absolute; if one is strong enough, they can withstand the punishment. Alternatively, finding a loophole can allow one to circumvent the contract's penalties.

However, for Su Mo in his current state, the power of the contract is almost absolute—he has been summoned here, so naturally he cannot withstand its power. As for loopholes, Su Mo, who has only recently come into contact with contracts, would need to spend a great deal of time to find even a small one, and whether he could use it even if he did find one is still a question.

As the contract was established, a burst of light erupted from the floor of the dimly lit room, revealing a huge six-pointed star magic circle slowly disappearing.

At the same time, Su Mo felt a burning sensation on the back of his left hand, and a similar six-pointed star pattern appeared. The boy outside the car's laughter turned into a scream, and he fell off the hood, clutching one eye.

This time, Su Mo didn't let the boy fend for himself. He opened the car door, went to the trunk, took out some medicine and bandages, walked over to the boy, removed his hand from the chest, and treated the wound on his forehead caused by the impact.

Su Mo stopped, satisfied, after binding the boy's head into a giant rice dumpling.

He wasn't very good at treating wounds, since small wounds healed on their own without needing any treatment.

That kind of large wound—it doesn't even help to treat it, a hole the size of a bowl in the chest, how do you treat such a fatal injury? Should you stuff cotton in it?

The boy, no longer bleeding, barely managed to lift his eyes to look at Su Mo in front of him. A six-pointed star pattern could be faintly seen in his left eye.

"Is this your appearance in the human world? Not bad, I'm quite satisfied. At least enough to be the butler of the Worbus family." The last and only heir of the Worbus family, Tranton, stared at Su Mo and slowly spoke.

An aura of a legendary superior emanated from them.

Although he was only thirteen years old, he was still a noble young master and had a certain amount of composure.

"Also, don't reveal your true form." Tranton Worbus turned to look at the car, which had been summoned to this world for some unknown reason, and said.

Clearly, he mistook this strange steel monster for Su Mo's true form.

Su Mo's heavily modified black car did indeed exude a somewhat ferocious and domineering aura, so it was understandable that Tranton mistook it for the true form of a demon. Moreover, judging from his statement, the productivity, or rather the technological level, of this world wasn't very high.

At least nothing like a car appeared.

"This isn't the main body, it's the mount," Su Mo said casually. "Now it's time for the most enjoyable part—exploring the map. Give me a little more detail about your world."

The power of the contract only provides Su Mo with the language and writing of this world; Su Mo knows nothing about the specifics, so he naturally needs to learn some things from Tranton first.

“My parents were murdered…” Tranton said in a low, deep voice, his head bowed.

"stop!"

Su Mo interrupted him directly, "I can guess the gist of your story without you having to tell me. It's nothing more than a revenge story, just a main quest. The key now is to unlock the map. How can you do the quest if you haven't even unlocked the map?"

In sandbox games, exploring the map before starting a quest is a basic skill for any player.

Trent looked up at Su Mo with a strange look, completely bewildered. Clearly, he didn't understand what Su Mo was saying.

Just then, a series of crisp footsteps reached Su Mo's ears, indicating that someone was approaching.

Tranton's hearing was also excellent. Upon hearing the footsteps, the calm expression on his face suddenly changed, and he said to Su Mo with a ferocious look, "Go kill her! Kill them all!"

"This guy is filled with boundless hatred. Looks like he's been locked up here. Speaking of which, could this guy be a parallel entity of that Charles?" Su Mo thought to himself.

He remembered an anime from a long time ago that told the story of a noble boy who summoned a demon and began his revenge.

The current situation seems to resemble that story.

This room, though spacious and ornately decorated, had no windows, only an iron door, exuding a chilling atmosphere; it looked more like a cage than a bedroom. It seemed that Tranton was also imprisoned, summoning a demon with the intention of dying if he failed.

As the footsteps drew closer, Tranton's expression grew increasingly ferocious. To use an old saying, if looks could kill, the person approaching the door would already be dead.

With a creak, the not-too-heavy iron gate was pushed open.

A cheerful voice reached Su Mo's ears as the door opened: "My dear little darling, I brought new clothes again today!"

Upon hearing this voice, Tranton trembled slightly, revealing an expression of unbearable recollection of the past, and then roared at Su Mo, "Kill her!"

Chapter Nine: The Reason Isn't Just Crossdressing

If it's a legitimately summoned loyal hound—no, a legitimate demon—it will gracefully bow and say to Tranton, "As you wish, my master." Then, without another word, it will immediately turn around and kill the person who entered.

But what Tranton is facing now is not a legitimate demon, but Su Mo, who has been replaced by another.

Will this guy follow Tranton's orders?

of course not!

Although he heard Tranton's words, Su Mo remained unmoved, instead looking with great interest at the woman who had entered—and the piece of clothing in her hand.

The dress in her hand was beautiful, gorgeous, and expensive. Judging from its size and what she had just heard, it was meant for Tranton.

From this perspective, even though Tranton was imprisoned, his living conditions were still quite good.

As for the mental treatment—judging from the style of his clothes, if Tranton didn't have some strange hobby, Su Mo would understand why he was so filled with hatred.

Yes, that's right, the dress this woman is holding is women's clothing.

A boy in his early teens, at the most awkward time of his life, couldn't wait to declare to the world what kind of man he was, how domineering and unparalleled he was, that he could destroy the heavens with one hand, and that there was no god like him in the world.

Then, he was locked in a dark and gloomy place and forced to wear women's clothing all the time.

Su Mo instantly imagined what had happened and laughed wickedly. Such a vicious method was second only to sending exercise books and tutoring information to naughty kids during holidays. If possible, he wished that all naughty kids in the world would be treated so "gently".

The woman who entered clearly hadn't expected the room to be in such a mess. The tables and other furniture had been pushed into a corner, and in their place was a huge black object.

Beside this behemoth, a young man smiled happily. Behind him was his most beloved little baby, his little toy, the last heir of the Worbus family—Tranton Worbus.

"You—come—"

After the initial surprise, the questioning immediately turned into an alarm that was too late to sound.

Before the first syllable could even be uttered, the woman saw the strange man appear in front of her, followed by a dizzying sensation.

When she came to her senses, the woman found herself pinned down on top of that enormous black creature, feeling a chill run down her face and body.

Completely different from the cold feeling in front of her, she felt a burning sensation from behind. She could clearly feel a strong body pressing her down, making her unable to move.

"Miss, wanna hook up? -- Oh, sorry, slip of the tongue. I meant it wasn't that." A slight resistance and struggle were met with extremely strong suppression. The woman cleverly chose to cooperate, and a mocking voice reached her ears.

Although their posture was ambiguous and intimate to the point of almost being in direct contact, the woman's instincts made her feel a wave of fear, and she said in a trembling, low voice, "Let's meet."

"I misspoke. Relax..." Su Mo said, "Here's the thing, I'm new here and don't know anything. The only person I know is a little kid who doesn't know any better, so can you tell me where this is?"

Upon hearing Su Mo's words, the woman trembled slightly, as if she had realized something, and the fear in her eyes intensified.

Sensing the fear in the woman before him, Su Mo smiled and asked, "Is there something you're having trouble saying?"

"...No." After a brief silence, the woman seemed to resign herself to her fate. Her previously tense body suddenly relaxed, and she leaned against the hood of the car. Her alluring face was now covered in cold sweat.

Because of the movement just now, his hair, which was a little messy, clung to his cheeks like a winding, thin black snake.

"Hey, you—" Tranton stood up, seemingly dissatisfied with Su Mo's "non-killing behavior," and was about to say something.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Su Mo turn his head and look at him with a pair of deep eyes.

"Since you've summoned me, please trust me as a professional; I won't let you down." His words were reasonable and well-founded, and quite gentle, but the coldness in his eyes was impossible to conceal.

Then Tranton realized that the person in front of him was not his servant, but a real demon—although he had the power of a contract to be driven by him, he was not a real brat after all. Tranton understood what he should do.