Honkai Summoning.

"Holy crap, who are you, bro?" Su Mo was stunned and blurted out.

The man before me stood as tall as a pine tree, dressed in a sharp black tailcoat and white gloves, exuding an aura of distinction—but that was all.

Because this guy has nothing but this.

He had no black hair, red eyes, and a handsome face.

Instead, there was a shiny bald head, a face even more rugged than the butcher next door, and a terrifying physique. As he turned around, Su Mo could even feel the fibers of his tuxedo being stretched.

This is nothing like the Black Butler Su Mo imagined; he looks like a burly man straight out of a Hong Kong comic book.

"You dodged my blade, kid. You have the potential to become a strongman! Unlike those scoundrels." The bald, burly man gave Su Mo an approving look.

"Wow, even your speaking style is like a Hong Kong comic book! What kind of demon are you from?!"

Chapter Eleven: Another Pair of Demon Master and Servant

Facing a burly man with a Hong Kong comic book style, Su Mo immediately felt a lot of pressure.

This is completely different from what we agreed on!

After praising Su Mo's reaction speed, the burly man ignored Su Mo and turned to look at a middle-aged man in the room who was dressed in fine clothes and had a pale face.

Despite the burly man reeking of blood and having killed many people along the way, the pale-faced middle-aged man showed no sign of panic; instead, he displayed a hint of fanaticism.

If nothing unexpected happens, this person is Joyce, the island manager that Lady Liz mentioned.

“By order of my lord, you are buried!” The burly man pointed a finger at Joyce and said.

His master was a little boy who looked a few years younger than Bitlandon. He was extremely thin and wore a tattered outfit made of two pieces of white cloth sewn together. His exposed limbs were like bamboo poles, and he looked malnourished.

Needless to say, this person was also a sacrifice used to summon demons on the island. Judging from his appearance, Transon was probably treated the best on the island—which shows that in any world, looks matter!

Even though Tranton was the best-treated sacrifice, he still harbored intense resentment, so one can imagine the extent of the boy's hatred.

That face bore an extremely terrifying expression of resentment and malice, like a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell, ready to devour anyone who might harm it.

"Finally, I succeeded!" Hearing the burly man's words, Joyce still showed no fear; instead, the fervor in her eyes intensified. "As expected, demons really exist! I've found a way to summon demons! Hahaha!"

"Kill him!" the boy spat out through gritted teeth. "Then kill everyone on the island!"

"Ahem, don't take it out on the innocent," Su Mo said from the side. "I'm new here, I haven't done anything at all."

“Kill them…” The boy turned to look at Su Mo, a cruel smile appearing on his face, before turning back to give the order.

"Tsk, has his brain already broken?" Su Mo muttered, then vanished from the spot in a flash.

The instant he disappeared, two bright dinner knives appeared on the wall behind him.

That burly man was clearly also a summoned demon.

Although it looks like a Hong Kong comic book, the muscular style doesn't mean they lack fighting spirit; the numerous narrations can actually be seen as their inner thoughts.

Joyce was just an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken; he could be killed at any time. But this person who had just appeared—Arno sensed a threat from him. Although he didn't know what the other party was, he was definitely not a simple human.

Because human weapons are incapable of harming demons.

If there is a threat, it must be eliminated immediately to avoid any accidents. Arno is determined to get his hands on that soul that has been twisted by a vengeful spirit.

Just as Su Mo dodged the knife, his hair flew up as a huge fist came hurtling towards his head with a whooshing sound.

Arnold's physique, which is even more terrifying than that of a bodybuilder, is no joke. His weapons include a kitchen knife and, more importantly, his fists.

boom!

With a loud bang, a huge hole appeared in the wall. Arno's fist smashed through the wall, and the debris flew backward, directly smashing the outer wall of the tower and adding a ray of light to the originally dark room.

"How could you possibly avoid it?"

Arno was slightly startled. His fist had landed squarely on the path his opponent was destined to dodge. After avoiding the knife, the opponent's toes had barely touched the ground, leaving no chance to use leverage. How could he possibly have dodged his fist in an instant?

Just a moment ago, it seemed as if the other party had turned into a shadow?

"General."

Before Arno could figure out how this guy had dodged his punch, a voice came from behind him.

Arno turned around and saw that the "food" he had ordered had already fallen into someone else's hands.

Su Mo stood next to the little boy and smiled at Arno. He gently placed one hand on the boy's head, seemingly stroking it, but Arno knew that with just a little more force, everything would be over.

The death of the master does not actually affect the demon—unless the demon kills its master before the contract is fulfilled.

The term "actively attacking" here only includes purely physical violence. If a demon intentionally plots to kill its master, the demon will not be punished in any way.

Of course, conversely, the demon's contract cannot be fulfilled upon the master's death. Not only will the demon not obtain the master's soul after death, but it will also be sent back to hell immediately.

For Arno, this weak world was quite attractive, and the souls that had been devoured by hatred were simply a delicious treat, so it was impossible for him to give it up so easily.

"Don't be nervous, we're all on the same side. Actually, I was summoned as well," Su Mo said to Arno, revealing his identity.

Arno narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything.

He couldn't smell any scent of his kind on the other party, but judging from its strange condition, it might be a type of demon he had never seen before.

After all, Hell is so vast, and Arno is just one of its demons. He's powerful enough to dominate the human world, but thrown back into Hell, he'd seem quite ordinary.

"Are you also a demon I summoned?" Arno didn't speak, but the little devil next to Su Mo spoke up, the look of fear on his face beginning to disappear.

"Well, I wasn't too happy with Tranton at first, but now it seems that kid's qualities are truly outstanding." Su Mo glanced at the little devil beside him and said with a smile, "Do you think I look like I was summoned by you?"

The brat shuddered but didn't say anything, so he didn't seem extremely stupid.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic."

Su Mo pointed to Joyce beside him and said, "This person, and the people on the island, cannot be killed, at least not for the time being. They are still useful."

Arno didn't speak, but looked at his master. As a demon, he actually had no stance; his master could kill him or not kill him at will.

"no!"

The little devil next to Su Mo screamed, his shrill voice piercing the ears.

"Sigh, why can't a child understand?" Su Mo shook his head helplessly. "Look, if you don't agree, you'll die right here. Don't you want to fulfill your desire for revenge?"

The kid didn't speak. Although he couldn't compare to Tranton in many aspects, including intelligence, his abilities still exceeded his age, as someone who had summoned a demon and directly attacked this place.

"What do you want to do?" The little devil had already decided that Su Mo was also one of the demons, so if that's the case, he also has a master.

Is there a possibility of cooperation between the two parties?

What am I supposed to do?

Su Mo chuckled. "I'm a demon, you know. You should ask what my master wants to do. I think perhaps you share a common desire?"

It's not too difficult to persuade a kid, especially when he realizes that his life is completely in someone else's hands.

Su Mo let Lady Liss, who had been standing outside the room for a while, take the boy to the bottom of the tower to find Tranton. She was so frightened that her legs went weak and she could barely stand. He believed that his young master, who came from a noble family, would not disappoint him.

If he can't even handle a brat like that, he might as well just buy a block of tofu and smash his head against it; he doesn't need to fulfill his wish of finding and killing all his enemies.

Making this wish come true is no easy task.

Trent's enemies are not just the people on the island, but also the mastermind behind sending him to the island, the island's creator, and... the mastermind behind his parents' mysterious deaths.

In short, this will be a grand and long revenge drama.

In comparison, the kid's wish to "kill the rest of the island" seemed extremely simple and crude; for Arno, it was simply a short-term task.

That is, assuming that Su Mo, the troublemaker, doesn't appear.

“Speaking of which, that kid’s wish is to kill everyone else on the island. Does that mean we’re included in that wish?” Su Mo said to Arno.

"It all depends on how your master convinces him," Arno said with a grin.

The power of contracts is not rigid; whether you call it a loophole or a human touch, there is considerable room for maneuver. As the main party to the contract—the non-demon—the contract's constraints are actually minimal; the only absolute constraint is the final price paid.

Contract completion isn't a quantifiable metric, but rather a relatively vague concept. To be precise, it's a line; once that line is reached, the contract is considered complete.

The approximate location of this line is not absolutely fixed and can be adjusted according to the "master's" perspective. For example, if the little devil's wish was to kill everyone else on the island, then there is considerable room for maneuver regarding who these "everyone else" are.

The “others” here do not refer to everyone else besides him; more accurately, they refer to the opposing side on the island, those who tortured him as a sacrifice.

He harbored no hatred for those who shared the same fate as the sacrifices.

As long as his mind isn't twisted to the point of wanting to kill everyone on the island except himself and the demon, and as long as Tranton and a small group of people survive, the contract will still be deemed complete in the end.

Of course, the room for maneuver is limited to lowering the line for completing the contract slightly with the permission of the "master"; lowering it too much or raising it is impossible.

Chapter Twelve: I'm Afraid of Pain

“I believe my young master will succeed in persuading him,” Su Mo said to Arno.

Arno remained noncommittal and said nothing more. As a demon, he naturally harbored no feelings for humans. Since his master had ordered him to wait here, he would wait here.

Arno wouldn't care much whether his master was persuaded or what happened below, unless his master was about to be killed.

Judging from the other party's behavior, they clearly didn't intend to do that. So why should Arno care? As long as he got that delicious soul and ate it, that was all that mattered. Nothing else was of much concern to Arno.

Bound by the power of the contract, demons existing in this world are essentially absolutely neutral unless commanded by a master. Perhaps some other demons possess autonomy, but Arno is not one of them.

This pleased Su Mo greatly, as it meant that the next steps would be much easier. And Arno's performance—if all demons were this neutral, things would be simple, and the world would be so wonderful.

"As expected, demons are all incredibly kind people; their moral standards are truly high." Su Mo gave Arno an approving look.

Arnold responded with an emoji that said, "I don't quite understand what you're talking about."

“Joyce, right? Interested in having a chat?” Ignoring Arno, Su Mo turned to look at the other person in the room, Joyce, the person in charge of the island and the person in charge of the demon summoning ritual.

From the moment Arno appeared until Su Mo appeared, Joyce showed no fear whatsoever; instead, she gazed at the two with an intensely fervent look.

Uh—it's like a fan seeing their idol.

Hearing Su Mo speak to her, Joyce walked over, reaching out as if to touch Su Mo, but stopped halfway, saying in a trembling voice, "Is he really a demon? Is he really a demon?"

The almost muttering sound elicited a soft chuckle from Arno, probably expressing the sentiment that "a loser like you has aroused the disdain of a strongman like me."

“Yes, that’s right.” Compared to Arno’s cold, Hong Kong comic-style butler devil image, Su Mo seemed much easier to talk to.

"He really is a demon."

Upon hearing Su Mo's affirmative answer, Joyce trembled with excitement.

Joyce's true identity was something he had forgotten. All he knew was that ever since he learned of the existence of demons, beings that could even be summoned into this world, he felt that everything he had before was unimportant.