The villain daughter did all kinds of things

The pirate rubbed the shards of magic crystal together before finally revealing a slight smile:

"You're kind enough to do this, brother. Let's go."

On these pirate islands, the Federation's Luns currency is practically worthless, as pirates wouldn't dare use it on land even if they had it. Magical materials like magic crystals are the real hard currency on the islands.

After Jack landed on Pirate Island, the pirates left. Their mission was to patrol around the island, and they would have to wait until the mission was over before they could drink and have fun.

The pirates on the island glanced at Jack a few times, then looked away without paying much attention.

After all, although Jack wasn't a pirate, he was a gang leader, and his demeanor didn't make him look like a good person, so he was quite able to fit into the environment of Pirate Island.

In fact, this wasn't Jack's first time here. A few years ago, when Sulina wanted to buy a piece of land to build an opera house, the original owner of the land refused to sell it no matter what. It was Jack who came to Pirate Island to hire people to cause a shipwreck, leaving the land without an owner.

Even Pirate Island was Jack's fallback plan. If one day he offended a powerful figure and couldn't make it in the Federation, taking Sulina to Pirate Island would be a barely acceptable option... However, Sulina was too beautiful, and she would definitely be coveted by others on Pirate Island. Jack didn't have the confidence to protect her, so this was only a last resort.

During this conflict with Emerald, Jack had actually considered taking Sulina away, but Sulina disagreed. She wanted to continue running the dance troupe, revitalize the family business, and one day find out the truth about her sister Sulina's incident, seek justice, and clear her sister's name.

Sulina was quite confident, but Jack was pessimistic, especially since he couldn't hire a single hitman willing to take the job even with a large sum of money, which made him clearly see the gap between his side and Emerald.

Jack didn't believe Sulina could win. He felt that fighting according to Sulina's methods would only result in defeat and becoming a plaything for the tycoons.

The real way to win is to kill the heinous culprit, Emerald... that's what Jack thinks.

However, no one in the Federation dared to offend the Melson family. Those so-called famous assassins, each with a reputation more formidable than the last, all cowered instantly upon hearing that the target was Miss Melson. Jack had no choice but to come to Pirate Island and seek help from these outlaws who were no longer considered Federation members.

Zubaman the witch doctor is Jack's target.

Although Zubaman is not the island lord who is rumored to be a fusion-stage mage, he still holds a high position on the island and can use many rare and uncommon spells. He was wanted for practicing evil magic on corpses after the Federation massacred a village, which led to his exile to the pirate island.

Jack believed that if the witch doctor Zubaman was willing to help, the assassination would most likely succeed.

"Don't go."

However, like those so-called famous assassins in the Federation, Zubaman immediately refused upon learning that the target was the eldest daughter of the Melson family:

"I've been hiding on this wretched island for decades, just to survive. Why would I go back to the Federation to die now? No way!"

"...Even Lord Zubaman, are you afraid of the Melson family?"

Jack gritted his teeth, feeling utterly hopeless, and decided to try using reverse psychology first.

"It's not a problem with the Melson family."

Zubaman rolled his eyes at Jack, speechless.

"I committed serious crimes in the Federation back then. Several departments, including the FBI, have information about my magical abilities... As soon as I enter the Federation territory, even before I've done anything, a bunch of federal government lackeys will come to besiege me. How would I have time to assassinate that young lady?"

"This……"

Jack was speechless and extremely unwilling:

Is there really no other way?

With a last-ditch effort, Jack opened his storage space and showed Zubaman all the valuables he was carrying:

"If you're willing to help me, all this money is yours."

He wasn't afraid of Zubaman robbing him, because the first rule set by the pirate island's owner was that all transactions on the island had to be voluntary on both sides, without exception.

"This……"

That sum of money was quite substantial, especially since Jack knew about the situation on Pirate Island and had already exchanged Luns for magical materials of equal value. These magical materials were a considerable temptation for someone like Zubaman.

Zubaman, who had just firmly refused, suddenly hesitated.

"If you're willing to help, I can find a way to get you even more magical materials!"

Jack saw a glimmer of hope and, of course, was unwilling to give up, so he raised the price again:

"Miss Melson also has quite a few enemies. Although those enemies don't dare to openly oppose her, they are willing to provide financial support in secret... You know, the enemies of a big tycoon's daughter are definitely all rich people. They are not short of money."

"That's...ok."

Zubaman was tempted, but he was still unwilling to take the risk himself.

"I can take on this job, but I won't do it myself. Instead, I'll give you the opportunity to carry out the assassination yourself, okay?"

"...Give myself a chance to assassinate?"

Jack paused, then gave a wry smile:

“If I had the ability to assassinate her myself, why would I be asking you for help? I can’t even beat one of her henchmen… If I were to assassinate her myself, I would only be throwing my life away.”

"Heh... You look down on me, Zubaman, don't you? Since I've said this, I'm definitely going to give you a chance of success, and the chance isn't low! Otherwise, how am I supposed to live on the island after this gets out?"

Zubaman sneered and confirmed it again:

"You said that the eldest daughter of the Melson family is a weakling, right?"

"Correct."

Jack nodded firmly:

"According to information provided by our supporters, that woman is currently undergoing entrepreneurial trials within the family... In the Melson family, only mediocre people without talent need this. If she is very capable, she can simply wait to inherit the family business and there is no need for her to come out and struggle on her own."

"I see... then there's no problem."

Zubaman beckoned with his hand, stood up, and walked towards the inner room of his residence:

"follow me."

"..."

Jack had a dangerous intuition, but in order to protect his girlfriend and to get rid of that heinous scumbag, he gritted his teeth and followed.

Like all those who study sorcery, Zubaman's place reeks of corpses, and human remains can often be seen in the corners of the corridors. Jack even almost stepped on an eyeball on the way.

After walking for about 10 minutes, we finally arrived at our destination, a stone house of less than 20 square meters. In the middle of the house was a large pit filled with some kind of blood-red liquid, which was bubbling and steaming.

Above the blood pit, on the ceiling, was a strange and complex magic circle. Every stroke of the magic circle was filled with evil energy, making Jack's skin crawl.

"This...is this?"

"This is the place where you can be given the power of revenge."

Zubaman chuckled twice and explained:

"Over the years, the island lord has been having me research a certain spell... a spell that can grant people great power. I've almost finished researching it now. It can definitely grant power, but the person who receives it will be somewhat unstable... but it should be enough for you to take revenge."

"Wh...what kind of power?"

Jack, nervously following the sound of drool, asked:

"What do you mean by 'not very stable'?"

"Well..."

Zubaman hesitated for a moment:

"Explaining the theory to someone as ignorant as you is pointless, you definitely won't understand... So I'll explain it to you in a way that ordinary people can understand... Simply put, I've created a contract magic that allows you to make a contract with a demon in the abyss, giving the contractor the power to fight a powerful demon at the cost of burning their soul."

"The so-called instability mainly refers to the instability when burning the soul... Contractors are prone to losing control when using demonic power, exhausting their souls, and ultimately turning their bodies into vessels for the demon's descent... You saw those corpse fragments outside the door before, right? They were all killed by me after their bodies were completely controlled by demons."

"This... the contracted demon... burns the soul..."

Jack's heart trembled, his teeth clenched. He wanted to turn and leave, but the image of his beloved being humiliated in front of him by that scumbag pink-haired guy kept stimulating him, making him stay.

"What kind of power will I gain? Will I reach the strength of the Fusion stage?"

"The fusion stage is definitely not feasible, because I haven't even reached the fusion stage yet, so I can't form a contract with such a powerful abyss demon."

Zubaman shrugged:

"But it will at least have the strength of a dragon-level monster mutation... It's definitely not enough to fight a fusion-stage monster, but it can easily take on three or five control-stage monsters, which should be enough for your assassination."

"...Okay! Let's do it then."

Ultimately, Jack's hatred for the pink-haired bastard overwhelmed everything, leading him to choose to give his soul to the devil in order to gain the power of revenge.

Chapter 135 The Saintess's Kiss

Guided by Zubaman, Jack stripped off his clothes and immersed himself completely in the pit filled with blood-red liquid, his mind consumed by hatred.

Zubaman began casting a spell, causing the already bubbling crimson liquid to boil even more violently. The eerie magic circle on the ceiling also lit up with a purplish-black magical light, which quickly pierced into Jack's head from above like a cone.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Jack's eyes immediately rolled back, his throat felt blocked but he still tried his best to roar, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

In Jack's mind, he was constantly recalling that night at the opera house, recalling the moment when he could only watch helplessly as the woman he loved was taken into the room by that scumbag, while he could only listen from outside and be wantonly humiliated... This was the greatest humiliation and disgrace of Jack's life, and every time he recalled it, he would be filled with rage and murderous intent.

However, as a chaotic and inexplicable force entered his body, Jack found that the images in his mind had changed.

He could only imagine real memories before, that is, only sounds without images, but now he can even see the images... and they are quite realistic, as if some scumbag pink hair is wantonly playing with Su Lina right in front of him.

And what about Su Lina? At first, she was in tears and tried her best to resist, but with the superb skills and despicable methods of the scumbag fan, she gradually became half-hearted and even actively catered to him, until she completely abandoned her rationality and said all kinds of disgusting words, and even joined in to humiliate Jack.

The scene was too realistic for Jack, who was already in a state of irrationality, to discern.

He first felt endless humiliation and frustration, which then quickly transformed into anger and hatred, and like an overloaded magic device, directly broke through his mental limits.

"Power... I need power! I need the power to kill that woman!!!"

With only this thought in his mind, Jack completely forgot Zubaman's instructions. Instead of using his willpower to control the demonic power within him, he allowed the demonic power to transform him, making him able to withstand even more demonic power.

"...No! What are you doing, you idiot? No...stop now! If you keep going like this, you'll be completely...damn it!"

Zubaman realized the problem and immediately stopped casting the spell. He frantically pulled out a magic scroll with a holy aura, trying to banish the demonic power from Jack's body.

But it was too late.

brush!

Just as Zubaman opened the magic scroll and before he could cast a spell, a thick, hairy arm shot out from the crimson liquid, grabbed Zubaman's head, and instantly melted him with demonic power.

"?"

Jack, having just finished all that, seemed to have only just come to his senses. He looked at the witch doctor Zubaman, now reduced to a puddle on the ground, then at his new body, which was almost unrecognizable as human. Two tears streamed down his face, but his expression was one of maniacal laughter:

"Hahahaha... Power! I've finally gained power! Now I can finally protect you properly, my dear Sulina... As long as I can protect you... as long as I can... for you, I'm willing to become a demon!"

"And you! Emerald Melson! So what if you're a rich heiress? Before the overwhelming power of demonic energy, your wealth and power are utterly worthless! I will make you die in regretful weeping and wailing... die!! Roar!!!"

As he finished shouting, Jack's throat seemed to be blocked again, his voice low and indistinct, no longer audible, like the roar of a wild beast.

. . . . .

Locke City, Blue Star Film Company building, a windowless room.

The room was very bright, with lighting from multiple magic circuits that left almost no blind spots.

Yulia stood in the center of the room, wearing only close-fitting clothes, her face flushed, deliberately turning away and not daring to look ahead.

Ahead of Julia was Emerald, who was dressed properly in her usual office outfit: a lace dress, short skirt, black stockings, and high heels. However, she was carrying a measuring tape, which she was using to measure Julia's upper abdomen.

The soft measuring tape felt cool, and Emery's movements were unusually serious, but Julia felt extremely shy, her skin felt hot, and she couldn't help but squirm around.

"Don't move around!"

Snapped!

Seeing this, Emery gently slapped Julia on the hand:

"If you move things around, the measurements will be inaccurate, and the clothes will be ill-fitting, resulting in a waste of materials and resources, and your debt will increase again~~"

"...It's as if I can really pay off my debts."

Yulia pursed her lips and muttered something under her breath, but she also took a deep breath and tried her best to control her body so that she would stop twisting and turning.

They weren't flirting; they were doing something serious.

In the morning, a gathering team from Locke City encountered a rather powerful monster while collecting some plant materials outside the city. The defensive magical artifacts they carried were no match for it.

Helpless, the gatherers could only sit on the ground in panic, like most residents of Locke City facing danger, crying out, "Miss Julia, help!"

Upon hearing the cries for help, Yulia rushed over and engaged in a fierce battle with the monster.

The monster was indeed quite strong. Although Yulia won, her magical armor was corroded by a strong acid during the battle, causing damage in many places, and it needs to be repaired.

This is actually quite normal, after all, Yulia's fighting style is pure melee, so her equipment wear and tear is definitely much higher than that of a normal mage... But it doesn't matter, since Emery can afford to support her anyway.

Emery didn't say much. If the equipment was broken, then repair it. If it couldn't be repaired, then make a new set.

Just as Emeryte's team was about to repair Julia's magical costume, Julia hesitated and said that she had been feeling uncomfortable wearing it lately, and some parts seemed to not fit her well.

At first, Emerald didn't realize what was happening, but after observing carefully, she discovered that it was because Yulia's diet was too good and she was well-nourished after joining Blue Star Film and Television, which caused her breasts to grow larger, making the magical costume no longer fit her.

Having gone through puberty again, it was natural to need to remeasure body size. Since Amelie had nothing else to do, she took on the task herself. In the room where only the two of them were, they slowly measured for almost half an hour but still couldn't get a few accurate measurements.