Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

"After all, in my understanding, demons aren't the kind of creatures that spread love everywhere."

The corners of Vitan's mouth rose up, and he swung his big hand forward.

The space above Erya's head suddenly distorted, and then a piece of something that looked quite old and seemed to be parchment fell down.

"What's the price?"

"I devote 50% of my spiritual power wholeheartedly."

Seeing this, Erya's brows did not relax, but tightened even more.

"You only want 50% of my spiritual power?"

That’s right, Honjo Niya frowned, not because he was dissatisfied with the transaction conditions proposed by Vitan.

But it's too satisfying and the price is too easy.

Before she watched it, she had already been thinking about whether she would sacrifice her soul, her life, or something like that.

Even at the worst possible moment, she would still hand over her freedom to the man in front of her and become a toy for him to vent his desires.

Result, 50% spiritual power?

Is it just such a painless condition?

Even if this spiritual power is irreversible, so what? She doesn't really care about such things.

After all, she was not very obsessed with her identity as an elf, and she was not planning to use the power of the elf to do anything.

On the contrary, the power of the elves brought many inconveniences to her life and caused her a lot of trouble.

Giving up 50% of your spiritual power isn't even a condition.

"Indeed, this is probably the most lenient contract I have signed since becoming a demon."

"You should feel lucky, Honjo Nia."

This cannot be considered as Vitan being kind.

It’s just that in the original work, Gokawa Shidao’s sealing of spiritual power requires the elves to be shy as a prerequisite.

Although there is no basis for this, Vitan still wants to stick to this gentle approach as much as possible.

Don't use such tough measures to avoid any mistakes when you really start.

That was why he had made such a lenient contract, so that the elves would not feel disgusted and would voluntarily give him 50% of their spiritual power.

"I see. The key point is the word 'willingly'?"

Honjo Nia shrugged and spread the parchment that Vitan took out on his legs.

“How do I sign?”

"Drop blood? Write your name? Or something else?"

"No need, you just need to put your hand on it and the contract will automatically take effect."

"That's it!"

After careful confirmation, it was found that there were indeed no textual loopholes in the agreement written on the parchment.

"Very good, then, the deal is done."

"..."

The conversation with Honjo Nia took up quite a bit of time, but it was enough to serve as a distraction before Westcott came back.

Of course, he was not idle at all during this period of time.

All employees in the DEM Japan branch were brainwashed, and during the time when Westcott had not returned, he had already stolen everything from his home.

The sky had completely darkened, the lights were just coming on, and the lights were dimming.

Although the weather outside is very hot, the room is quite comfortable thanks to the operation of the central air conditioning.

As the indoor elevator slowly rose, a man and a woman walked in.

The person walking in front was a white male.

His characteristic feature is gray-blond hair that is as dull as rust, and his eyes are shaped like two sharp cuts on his face, with his pitch-black pupils sitting quietly in between. He looks very young, probably around thirty-five years old.

But even so, for some reason he exudes an air of sophistication that doesn't match his age.

Of course, this is only natural.

Because he is the monster mentioned by Vitan and Radix, the one who founded DEM Company and dominated the financial world today - Isaac Ray Pelham Westcott!

Following behind Westcott was a woman.

She has long light golden hair and three-dimensional facial features that are clearly different from those of an Oriental person. Her skin exposed outside her women's suit is as white as jade.

But looking at those cyan pupils, one feels that she is not very suitable for such a capable role.

—Ellen Myra Mathers

The second executive director of DEM, Westcott's secretary and right-hand man, and also the strongest magician in the world.

Possessing the strength to fight against a single elf single-handedly, Erya was discovered and captured by this woman.

"Alan, now that the permission has been obtained, the plan can proceed as usual."

As Westcott spoke, he pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his cuffs, and took off his suit jacket.

"I understand."

Allen nodded.

"Well, tell the laboratory to send the Sister's report today. You can rest today."

Now, Honjo Nia is the only Pokémon they have captured.

At the same time, this elf is also the most suitable elf for him to obtain first, but it has been captured for nearly five years.

However he did not succeed in bringing the elf to despair.

Therefore, now he no longer deliberately observes the condition of the Nun every day. He just reads the report regularly every day, and occasionally tries out new ways when he thinks of them.

"I understand. I will ask the laboratory to send over today's report from the Nun."

"How about I come to your door and check it out for you?"

A rather abrupt voice sounded, but both of them were very familiar with this voice.

After all, they had heard the same wailing sound many times.

"It's interesting, <Sister> how you escaped."

Facing Honjo Niya who was already dressed in spiritual attire, the two men could be said to have no worries at all. They just looked at Niya who appeared from the corner with a calm attitude.

He was just a defeated general, not worth their attention at all.

For Westcott, it is more worthy of attention how Honjo Nia breaks free from the spiritual seal.

"That's right. Now that he has escaped, he hasn't left DEM yet. Instead, he's waiting for us here."

"I remember there's nothing wrong with your brain, right?"

Allen's words were much more vicious, but she has always been playing this role.

"That's true!"

Erya shrugged, then took a step forward, facing Alan's ridicule, and walked directly forward a few steps to Alan.

“I don’t think I’m stupid.”

"So what do you think I mean by staying here to provoke you?"

Alan narrowed his eyes, then put the tablet in his hand on the table next to him.

"Who knows? But after I put you back in the cage, I can slowly find out."

While he was speaking, Alan stretched out his hand calmly.

At the same time, Ellen's body was enveloped in a faint glow, and in the blink of an eye she was wearing a wiring suit.

This is different from the suit used by AST. It looks quite luxurious and can be completely described as mechanical armor.

Then she held a huge sword-shaped equipment in her hand, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Erya.

"Oh, how terrible, how terrible!"

Erya shrank his shoulders in a pretentious manner.

This pretentious look immediately made Alan, who already had a bad temper, furious.

"Very good, it seems you are ready."

"..."

"..."

"What's the matter? Don't you want to chop me? Come on, do it."

Erya continued to provoke Allen, and even when Allen did not move at all, he took two steps forward and put his neck against the tip of Allen's sword.

"..."

"Your "Whispering Book" actually works on me?"

Allen was already losing patience. She hadn't been standing still since the beginning. She had been swinging her sword hard, trying to move her body, but nothing had moved.

"No, it doesn't seem to be a problem with the Whispering Chapter."

Westcott crossed his arms, and his eagle-like eyes seemed to notice something different.

In fact, Westcott had already sensed something was wrong ever since Erya broke free from his restraints and had not yet escaped from here.

But he didn't care too much at the beginning.

After all, in this world, he believed that he was strong enough, and even if something went wrong, he could retreat calmly.

But now, he seemed to have a bad feeling.

"Ah! As expected, he is the scumbag leader."

"Although his character is quite bad, his brain is much more useful than this woman's."

Erya stepped forward in a staggered manner and moved directly in front of Alan. He stretched out his white palm and patted Alan's face.

"You... guy..."

Alan was frozen in place. As the world's number one magician, he had never suffered such humiliation before.

“I’m really angry…”

Erya carefully observed Allen's expression, and then a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Well, I've had enough fun for now."

Snapped--!

Another hard slap.

A red palm print was clearly visible on Allen's fair face.

"Vitan-kun, I'll trouble you from now on."

As Erya said this, the surrounding space suddenly began to fluctuate.

The invisible and colorless force began to spread and completely locked the space.

"I understand, but is this enough?"

"According to the agreement, if you want to do something more extreme, you can do that."

"If you don't know how to do that, I have many ways to teach you. You have to have complete trust in the devil's methods."

Westcott's face looked quite ugly.

This was not because of anything else, but because he knew very well that he had completely lost control of the current situation.

"No, I just want to take it slow."

"Wait until you have taken what you want, and then help me destroy them."

After Vitan appeared, Erya slowly walked to Vitan's side.

"Okay, let's do this."