Plus, the thing Mugen’s stealing isn’t the HP limit, it’s the HP value, which ans as long as Duanmu Huai takes a swig of Holy Water or sothing, he’ll bounce right back.
"How is that possible? Aren’t you human?"
At this mont, Mugen widened her eyes, staring at Duanmu Huai in disbelief. After all, she had just absorbed the equivalent of eighty or ninety years of his lifespan; for a human, that would be enough to leave them frail and feeble even if they were expected to live up to a hundred.
Yet, the reality was, Mugen was on the verge of bursting at the seams and the latter hadn’t even flinched, as calm as if she’d just been bitten by a mosquito!
"In any case, the contract is now complete."
Faced with Mugen’s horrified gaze, Duanmu Huai rely let out a cold laugh.
Kidding , forming a contract?
Alright, Duanmu Huai admitted he wasn’t cut out for lawyering, nor was he like those rat-obsessed devils in the Nine Hells of the World of Ferun who’d exploit every loophole. But why should he? What’s a contract? It’s just a ans to ensure and restrain both parties’ trust. If one doesn’t live up to it, that ans violating the contract and facing punishnt.
But if you’re so powerful that you don’t care about the punishnt, then that flimsy contract is worthless to you!
It’s like those Fortune 500 companies, sure, I’ve infringed on your patent, so what? If you have the guts, sue in all 200 countries, I’ve got thousands of law firms on retainer—let’s see if a broke guy like you can hold out. Eventually, you’ll either go bankrupt fighting the lawsuit or obediently sign the settlent and scram, think it over yourself!
As you can see, contracts and trust are completely useless without power; power is the absolute rule!
A contract without power is all bullshit!
Duanmu Huai thought the sa, what’s lifespan worth anyway, his HP value far exceeds that of humans, so even if there was a punishnt for violating the contract, it wouldn’t faze him. So whether or not he adheres to the contract is entirely up to him—not like anyone can do a thing about it!
Rules? What are rules? I might not beat you in chess, but I can bash you with the chessboard, those are the rules!
Contract spirit? Whoever has the bigger fist has the spirit!
If you don’t have a gun, do you dare talk fairness with ?
Looking at Mugen kneeling on the ground in front of him, staring at him, Duanmu Huai let out a calm, cold smile.
"Alright, go on and answer my questions obediently."
At this mont, Duanmu Huai felt confidently in control—big band-aid, cute big sisters, everything’s under control, there’s definitely no issue with such equipnt, right!
However, this "everything’s under control" mindset only lasted for five minutes.
"...So, you have nothing to do with the witch, know nothing about any magic girls, and don’t know QB at all?"
"I’ve never seen any of the things you’re talking about!!"
Hearing Mugen’s huffy response, Duanmu Huai was at a loss for words.
According to Mugen, her tribe had always lived in the deep forests, and at the ti, they were not called demons but were known as devils by the locals. Then, hundreds of years ago, a demon hunter went up the mountain and ended up injured and unconscious. Mugen’s mother took a liking to him, healed his injuries, and cared for him.
The result was that both developed feelings for each other, and then Mugen was born.
Of course, the conclusion is quite conventional; Mugen’s father’s demon-slaying organization ca here, killed Mugen’s parents, and sealed Mugen away. Justice triumphed over evil, and humans prevailed over demons.
Yes, congratulations, congratulations.
But to Duanmu Huai... it was nothing like that at all!
So this witch wasn’t even the witch hiding within the barrier, it was rely a comparison made by later chroniclers regarding Mugen, and Mugen herself wasn’t so magic girl transford by QB’s pyramid sches, just a half-blood between humans and demons...
This is nothing like what I imagined it would be; didn’t my instincts feel pretty spot-on earlier? So what the heck is this?
Could it be that my intuition is broken?
"Looks like you didn’t get the information you needed."
Seeing Duanmu Huai holding his head in distress, Mugen flashed a smile—well, at that mont, their roles reversed; the smile didn’t vanish, it rely moved elsewhere.
"...What now? Having rashly ford a contract with a demon, even offering your own life, do you regret it?"
"... Well, it’s not exactly a loss."
Yet surprisingly, Duanmu Huai took it all in stride, only troubled for a mont before standing up and making a decision.
"Let’s go, we’re leaving here."
Though he didn’t get the information he wanted from Mugen, Duanmu Huai didn’t think the contract was in vain. What he lacked most right now was manpower, and with this incarnation’s circumstances, Duanmu Huai didn’t dare call in the Tribunal folks for so laughs.
Lumiaire was familiar with his form, having spent a long ti with him in that world of Night City, but unfortunately, this appeared to be a magic-related issue, and unfortunately, Lumiaire was thoroughly on the science side. As for this witch... according to the Tribunal, she seed more like an illegal psychic, but then again, she wasn’t out of bounds for recruiting.
At the very least, she knew this world better than he did, and being a witch, she should have so understanding of magic.
Pulling her in as a subordinate seed like a great idea!
Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai was feeling calm.
Think you can escape from ? Dream on!
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