Chapter 44 - Underworlders Contract (1/2)
With a deadpan, MF immediately activated the 'Destructive Blood' that was already invading her body through the spear as they conversed. This wasn't the first time that she felt a repulsive emotion from the disgusting act of a cultivator who thought that they could do everything they wanted just because they can.
The nanomachines shredded Tuli's whole body inside the armor. It ended with her head decapitated and fell to the ground. MF took the time to dress herself, she tied up her waist-length hair with long black ribbons into fluffy twintails before she pulled the spear that was stuck on the wall before jamming it into the fake-lifeless head.
Tuli immediately moved her bodiless head out of the way. It seemed like she realized her talent for dodging and escaping. She took a single pill from her space pocket before her whole body was regenerated again.
But this time she won't be running away again. Having two ridiculously strong people to chase her ass won't do her any good. So she immediately kneeled down as she slammed her face with the force that made the ground crack.
”Please let me be your follower”
MF squinted in Irritation, she then took the blood spear out from the ground. ”The aftertaste won't be washed easily after abruptly drinking poisoned tea, you couldn't just act as if nothing happened after what you did.”
”T-then let me be your disciple!”
”No.”
”Let me be your servant!”
”No.”
”L-let me be your slave!”
”Deal.”
The hellspawn conjured an ethereal contract and a quill, floating as Tuli intensely prayed to the gods in the hope of staying alive, despite coming from the underworld.
MF was surprised. Only the dwellers from the underworld knew the 'Absolute Contract'. Presumably because it was some kind of a kink or a guilty pleasure there for making and following a contract to their utmost best. In this case, Tuli was absolutely mortified, she didn't gain any pleasure or anything other than horror.
”You forgot 'My soul and body' as the material of your offering.” MF widely smiled.
”Y-yes!”
The contents of the contract was changed in an instant. With an appeased heart, MF sealed the deal with an Ouroboros symbol as her signature.
'Ouroboros symbols!? That symbol was banned 5000 years ago after the symbolic manifestation gained sentience. Don't tell me that, she was the Ouroboros's avatar!?'
The thought of having a grand existence such as those beyond any mortals and the underworld's comprehension gave her a tingle of excitement and fear. Either it was the dread that was crawling behind her, or a blessing in disguise.
By getting herself affiliated with a supreme being should increase her cultivation immensely even as a slave, who are considered lower than a feral animal.
”Your name.” MF slouched down as she crossed both of her arms below her breast. ”A hellspawn should've given their true name before giving their life's ownership.”
”T-Tulistan. M-master, my true name is Tulistan.”
An underworlder's true name is their everything, giving their true name to someone means that they are giving away their life into the possession of a greater being in the hierarchy.